A Mutual Understanding

[Annisthyrienne]

Her pantomime reliving of their first penetration now forgotten, she brought her hands down to her side, caressing along Mir's hip as he thrust slowly but relentlessly into her from behind. Her nails scratched lightly along his thigh and hip before she brought her arm up to cover the one Mir was holding her with, hugging his strong arm to her. She let her head lay back on his shoulder, turning so she could rub her cheek affectionately on his.

It was more now than simple playful after-cuddling now. They were working up to their passion again, only this time building slowly but steadily. Mir's thrust became more certain, not just stirring within her, but still maintaining their easy pace. He paused only long enough to pull the blanket up over them, and then replaced his hand over her crotch again. She liked the feel of the way he held her like that. His hand seemed so possessive of her, and his other arm holding her to his body - hand caressing, squeezing, and teasing her breasts - nearly completed the feeling she had of belonging. He was human, she was drow. They were different. But in this moment they belonged together. They were united in the most intimate way they could be.

And then he pulled her even closer and said it. The words were whispered hotly in her ear, his breath tickling her. But the words themselves made a hotter flush suffuse her skin as their meaning sunk into her arousal fevered consciousness. "Spiriel is Mir's drow." Even with their language barrier, she knew what he meant and it raised a rush of emotion swelling within her. This man did not want to have her as his slave; he'd given her the freedom she longed for. But it didn't mean that he didn't want her to be his. His physical desire was obvious, but that he thought about her that way gave her a warm feeling of affection for him. Her hand raised to caress his cheek with her palm, and she turned to look intimately into his eyes her silvery orbs conveying the emotion she felt.

Her warrior shifted positions, pulling her directly atop him, spreading her even more for his access. It broke their intimate gaze, and turned her attention to the sensations he was building inside her again. In this new position, Spiriel was completely at the mercy of her human lover. Her legs were splayed wide, and the entire area of her sex was exposed to his touch. She loved it. It encouraged her to place her trust entirely in him, trusting him to hold her, trusting him to be gentle with her, trusting him with her pleasure.

She lifted her legs so that she could rest her feet flat on Mir's thighs. This changed the angle of her hips slightly, and would have eased the friction on her clitoral cartilage from Mir's shaft, but his hand massaging it through her lip flap kept the stimulation going. In fact, it was much more intense since he was alternating his rubbing in opposition to his thrusting. They were taking it slow this time, or rather he was. She had little control over their pace. In this position, it was harder for her to thrust back, but Mir didn't seem to mind. So she let her eyes close and focused on the stirring feelings within her. And not just those related to the sensations of her body.

She wasn't aware of the low purring sound coming from her throat. It was the sound of pure contented happiness, and it rose in volume and pitch as she approached another climax of pleasure.

 

[SkyguyRP]

She was purring, like a kitten. He hadn't believed it at first, still basking in her acceptance of his reflexive declaration of possession and how she'd put her feet up on his thighs. It had lessened the pressure he could put on her front wall but it also made it easier for him to thrust up into her, allowing him to take longer strokes, touching her deeper, but keeping the same slow inexorable pace. He was claiming her, laying claim to her body by showing her how he could please her and how she could trust him.

Then she started to purr. He had no idea elves could do, the few he'd been with never had. Maybe it was a drow thing, or maybe just a Spiriel thing, but she was purring like a cat getting rub down. He reached down and hooked his forearm under her knees and pulled them up to her chest. He had to release her breast to do it but once he'd pulled her legs up she was pinned to him again though his has caressing her hood was trapped. "Purr for me Kitten," he growled as he stated to increase his pace. She was completely open to him and he didn't waste any time taking advantage, picking up the pace and thrusting deeper. His exertion was making him arch up off the bed till his ass barely grazed the sheets.

Even after their first joining and his staying inside her she still fit him like a glove. He stretched her and filled her and every thrust sent jolts of pleasure up through his spine. Her inner sheath fit so close that even the smallest movement teased every inch of his cock, places he didn't even know about. He could fuck her a night and not get tired of it, hells, he could fuck her every night and not get tired of this exotic little purring drow.

He had plans and ideas though, and they started with giving her another orgasmic fit. His hand between her legs focused more and more on her clit, making fast circles around it, tapping it lightly, then rubbing back and forth along it before starting in on the circles again. "Cum for me Kitten, cum for Mir," he whispered in her ear. She might not know the words but he hoped she understood the sentiment. He punctuated his words with thrusts up into her vulnerable body "Mir good touch Spiriel, good touch Kitten." He started to thrust harder, hitting himself in her while he wiggled his hand from between her legs. He was able to reach around her small form to tease her clit from behind where it peeked out between her thighs. That wasn't his main goal though, he could feel her getting close and due to the amount of blood being sent to his manhood and not his head he got an idea, she was close, teetering on the edge. Which is why he stopped playing with her clit and the next time his cock slammed home he playfully spanked her bare bottom.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Spiriel is Mir's drow."

Those words sunk into her consciousness and took root. Ever since she'd escaped from the Underdark, she'd had the worry in the back of her mind about what was to come of her. Where would she go? Where would she fit in? Where would she belong? She knew there were other colonies of drow in underground communities around the world, though she didn't know exactly where to find them. And in addition, there were legends among the drow of bands of refugees that had left the Underdark behind, moving to the surface centuries ago. These 'cousins' had been changed somewhat over time, and were now known as Dark Elves. As she'd fled from her captivity, she had entertained fantasies of possibly seeking out some of these groups and finding a place with them, somewhere she could belong and be free.

But she knew the nature of her people, knew of their contempt for those not like themselves, not of their own kind. She knew that if she sought out another band of drow, they would see her first as an outsider, and she would be less to them. Even if they accepted her into their community, it would be as a lesser member among them. She would only find slavery waiting for her again among her own kind.

And she expected no better from the members of the surface races either. All the stories she'd been told of the lightside elves, and humans, dwarves, and orcs and others, professed of their hatred of the drow. She could only expect death, slavery, torture, or worse from them. But here she was with a human, engaged in the most intimate kind of interaction, and he was claiming her, telling her she belonged with him, to him. She was his.

The realization of her place came to her as a revelation, an epiphany. And it brought with it a swell of emotional feeling for Mir that rose within her like a tide.

In the meantime, her body was gradually responding to Mir's steady, relentless thrusting and stimulation of her clitoral area. Unlike before when their mutual urgency to experience each other drove both of them to strive towards orgasm as quickly as they could reach it, this time was different. This time she was distracted with her thoughts, and it helped to keep her from feeling the rise of the plateau of pleasure as it increased higher and higher towards her peak. Mir's movements brought her higher so gradually that she didn't notice the changes, and instead felt as though she was experiencing an extended period of this elevated level of pleasure.

But though her mind was distracted by her thoughts, her body was beginning to react inevitably to the stimulation. Besides her throaty purring growing in volume and pitch as she experienced higher levels of pleasure, her hips began to randomly twitch, and her clasping vaginal tunnel began to flutter and ripple around Mir's organ. There didn't seem to be a pattern or rhythm to the reactions; nor did they seem to be in reaction to any particular things that Mir did to her. Sometimes it was a momentary flutter. Sometimes it was an intense contraction, though for only a moment. And sometimes it was a rippling of her internal musculature that seemed to milk his cock like a milkmaiden's fingers along a cow's udder.

On some level, Spiriel was aware of these reactions, and her mind noted them as signs she was feeling very good. But she didn't associate them with another impending orgasm because of the distraction of her thoughts. When Mir brought her legs up to her chest, it changed the angle of his thrusts into her passage again, so that the underside of his cock head was rubbing more firmly to the upper inside of her sheath. There was a rough, ridged spot there compared to the slick, velvety smooth surface of the rest of her tunnel, and rubbing this spot firmly was building a warm pressure within her. The pace of his thrusts was controlling the pressure of the build up, and her distraction kept her from feeling it at first.

But suddenly Mir's deep rumble sounded in her ears, excitedly encouraging her to cum. She didn't know what 'Kitten' was, nor what he meant by 'cum', but his voice tone and breathing told her how excited he was. She responded by beginning to rock on top of him, forcing herself down on his cock, even as he wriggled his hand out from between her legs and reached around under her to tease the little bud of her clit. His longer strokes now rubbed that inner spot with greater friction.

About the same time, her epiphany was hitting her emotions with it's import. The inner swell of emotions was coinciding with the inner rise of her intense pleasure and the internal pressure that he was building in her as well. It was mirrored in her physical reaction by an increase in her body tension, her muscles slowly contracting. Around his cock, she was tightening steadily, but enough for him to notice the increased difficulty with which he had to penetrate her. Her body was tensing up, even to the point of arching her back, pressing her breasts against her thighs. It was a combined build-up that had to break soon. All that was needed was a trigger.

And Mir provided it.

He slammed into her with a hard thrust, and at the same time, smacked her butt cheek with his palm. The unexpected sting of the swat brought her out of her reverie, and all her thoughts, all her emotions, all her physical sensations, pleasures, and pressures coalesced at once. She hissed an indrawn breath as her tension skyrocketed. Her back arched and she stiffened in one long drawn out moment, holding that hastily indrawn breath in that long moment of suspension. In that moment, time seemed to stand still on the precipice. And then everything broke at once.

She cried out vocally, her breath leaving her lungs in an expulsion of primal carnal sound, "Aaaannnggghhhh! Ah, ah, ah, ah, Ahhh!" Each syllable after the first coincided with a very string contraction of her internal muscles. The first long hard contraction tightened around Mir's cock so strongly that it stopped his movement, and expelled him from her body along with a gush of clear fluid. Each successive contraction spurted out a little more in a diminishing amounts.

Her emotional release was as intense as her physical one and left her shaking. Her contractions seemed to begin in the tremble that shook her body then traveled down to her internal sex, expelling her fluids with gushing force. The strong feelings also expelled the tears from her eyes; tears of sheer happiness and emotionally overwhelming release. She shook for many moments after her orgasm finished. Every touch of Mir's hand, or arm, or body, every kiss of his lips, sparked new quaking that rippled through her.

It was overwhelming to her, and she rolled off of him, curling up tightly at his side. He rolled with her, keeping his arms around her, and spooned his body to her snugly. She shivered and shook, but sought out his contact even more, turning to face him. Her hands petted his chest and body, and her lips pressed kisses to his skin everywhere she could reach. She reacted as if her lips were hyper sensitive as well, moaning and quivering with each kiss. And where her soft lashes touched his chest or neck, the wetness of her emotional tears left little moist crescent marks. Her own strong reactions made her giggle. Never before had anyone made her feel this way. But this man, this human, was the one she belonged to. She thought it must be her body's way of telling her that she needed him, like air in her lungs or food in her belly.

It was several minutes before she could speak. Even then her voice quavered. "M-Mir k-keep Spiriel d-drow, Mir's drow, long time always?"

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir had thought himself not close but the random fluttering and quivering of Spiriel's pussy was catching him off guard. There was no pattern or predictability to it. She would simply twitch and moan and she would catch him off guard again as she tried to milk his cock with her womanhood. It was wonderful and maddening at the same time. He'd feel like he needed but seconds more of what she was doing and then it would fade, only to come back completely differently somewhere else. She was moaning and twisting in his grip, her cute little purrs raising in volume as she vibrated against his chest. The thin sheen of persperation on both of them made her just a tad slick and hard to hold onto but that was half the fun.

He kept up his relentless thrusting through it all and soon her hips were coming down against his, helping him take her. He wanted to claim this little drow, maybe not as a slave, that he was willing to admit, but at the very least as his woman and he was going to show her what that meant. With every thrust she became a little bit tighter, a bit snugger as she constricted around him. In his aroused state it was a challenge, and as hard as it was to thrust up into her clenched like that he kept doing it, bottoming out in her every time.

When he'd popped her on her ass it was as if someone had put a branding iron to the poor girl. Her entire body bent up like a bow and she started to squeal out loud enough he had no doubt that half the inn knew exactly what they were up to, or suspected he was killing her. In spite of his arms around her she was suddenly strong enough to push his arms away then tighten up so much she put a halt to his thrusts and shoved him out, bathing his groin in her sweet nectar as she came in a gush. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding onto her as she came, her entire body wracked with spasms as her fluids coated him, each spasm accompanied by another gasp or yelp.

In spite of himself he was laughing and chortling, in between each chuckle planting kisses on her neck, nuzzling her ear, and encouraging her as she came. "Beautiful Spiriel," he murmured into her ear right before she found his chest with one of her hands and pushed away from him, flopping over onto the bed beside him, her delicate frame wracked with spasms and shivers she scooted back against him and he eagerly wrapped his arms around her, trying to rearrange his still very hard cock so it didn't poke her in her rear, instead trapping it between them. Not that it made much difference as she immediately spun around and began planting little kisses on his chest. She left her tears behind but his concern for her was abated when she started to giggle as she went. He'd seen people so happy they cried before but this was the first time he'd managed to get that reaction from a lover. Her giggles were like the chiming of little bells and he was going to do his best to coax that sound from her again sometime. He just held her and stroked her head, feeling how silky and smooth her hair was, occasionally fiddling with the tips of her ears and smirking when she'd twitch them.

"M-Mir, k-keep Spiriel d-drow, Mir's drow, long time always?"

He smiled at her, and nodded slowly. "Spiriel is Mir's drow, always. Keep safe. Good touch. Long time. Spiriel is Mir's."

It was a big commitment, one that he knew he should have considered but there was only one answer that would come to mind at that moment. What other choice did he have? Logically he couldn't turn her loose on her own in the world. He had to protect her, but emotionally, he wanted to protect her not as an obligation but as a commitment, an honor. She'd put her trust in him and it was up to him to be worthy of that trust. Fate had bound them together the moment they'd laid eyes on one another at the pool. Neither of them had known it at the time though. How they'd make it work, he had no idea. The two dozen gold coins in his purse were all the money he had in the world. They'd have to head north to make more. After that, he had no idea. The only thing he was sure of was that Spiriel would be there with him and that notion left him smiling.

They laid there in bed for a time, him just holding her as her entire body shook and shivered until finally she calmed down. He leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "You made a mess my little drow, and I hate sleeping on wet sheets. Mir untangled himself from Spiriel and stood up out of bed. The room wasn't frigid, but it wasn't warm either. The fire in the fireplace was doing it's best to just keep them from freezing. Mir reached down into the bed and found Spiriel, picking her up in his arms before he found the thick top blanket and pulled it off the bed one handed. He wrapped her in it and deposited her beside the fire before he turned back to the bed again. He quickly and surely yanked off the blankets that were keeping them warm and deposited them beside Spiriel until just the undersheets were left. He'd never been with a girl who'd cum like that and he could now see just how hard she had. He wasted no time stripping both sheets off but before throwing them towards the door for the maid to get in the morning he made sure Spiriel was looking his way and brought the sheets up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He wondered if the maids would enjoy the scent like he did, maybe maybe not, their loss. He checked the chest at the end of the bed and pulled out two new sheets, the first covering their bedding and the second to sleep under and he remade the bed fast as he could.

Through it all his erection refused to go away, even the chill of the room couldn't abate it. Still, he wasn't going to do anything about it, returning the blankets to the bed before collecting Spiriel and moving her to a chair. He took up a washing cloth and got it wet in the wash basin. The water had cooled to lukewarm but that would be fine. Smiling at her he tugged the blanket open and knelt in front of her, using the cloth to wash her womanhood and thighs clean of her honey, occasionally dipping his head down to taste her if he saw a particularly juicy spot. He still marveled at her obsidian skin, so utterly alien to what he was used to yet still smooth and supple like a woman should be. He marveled at how in the heights of passion none of it seemed to matter. She was a woman and he was a man and that was all that matter.

When he realized how carried away he'd gotten he looked up at her and shrugged before gathering her up and scooting her into the bed, tossing the blankets back over her before he took the cloth and began to wipe himself clean, all too aware now of his own excitement. The cool air and lukewarm towel did the job through, taking some of the steel from him but still leaving him half hard. With another girl he'd have climbed back in after her intent to finish the job but after what Spiriel had been through he figured she might not be interested. Instead he just stalked back towards the bed shillouetted by the fire before pulling open the sheets and climbing in, looking for his little drow to snuggle.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel was overcome with feeling at the intense orgasm Mir had given her, and as weak and quivering as she was, she didn't think he could make her feel any better than he already had. This man had introduced her in a spectacular way to a whole new realm of pleasure she didn't even know was possible for her to feel. And though he was human and different from her, still she was beginning to feel closer to him than to her own kind. And why not? She had never received such kindness from them, after all.

But his answer to her query made her feel so much more. She belonged with him. She belonged to him. She wanted to; she had no doubt of that now. He not only made her feel safe under his protection, he also made her feel like he wanted her with him, like they belonged together. She began to wonder as she rested her cheek on his strong chest and traced idle designs on his skin whether running away from the temple to take her chances on the surface had been intended to bring her to him all along. Was it fate that brought them together? As unusual a pair as they were, and as unlikely as the circumstances of their meeting, could it have been destiny?

She was still shivering and quaking from the aftershocks of her orgasmic release, but gradually calming down. She didn't understand all of his words when he spoke to her about the wet sheets, but it only made her determined to learn his language all the more. "Mir?" she softly asked. "Kit-ten? What meaning, kit-ten?"

He suddenly gathered her up, carrying her in his strong arms as if she was little more burdensome than a child to him. Snatching the blanket to put around her, he carried her to the fire, setting her down there gently before explaining. Of course, she didn't really know the words of his explanation either, and her confusion must have showed on her face. He just grinned and went back to the bed, stripping it. She was about to protest that she was the slave girl....'helper', and that he was the warrior and she should be doing the work while he rested, but in truth, she doubted she could stand; her legs were so weak and shaky, like jelly, and there was a pleasant aching soreness between her legs.

She watched his efforts, feeling a little guilty that she was letting him do the work. She openly admired the way the firelight played off his muscles, and her eyes drifted to his still mostly erect manhood. The silvery orbs narrowed to near slits as she lowered her lids in sultry admiration of what had only a short time before nearly terrified her. But that was before she had learned of the pleasure it could bring. Then she thought only of the pain, but Mir showed her it didn't have to be that way. Though he was a warrior, strong and skilled enough to bring violence and pain to those who crossed him, he had showed her his tender protective side. That was something no one had ever bothered to do for her.

And as he finished making the bed and scooped her up to carry her to the chair, then proceeded so very gently to clean her, she was moved to tears again at his tender thoughtfulness. This man was surprising her at every turn, not at all what she thought a human warrior would be like. This was a night of so many first experiences of things that she'd never known or experienced before, it was almost overwhelming for her. She was stunned to silence by his loving attention, even the soft sighs of pleasure she made as he kissed and tasted her in various spots could not break the spell. She reached out to run her fingers through his hair, a loving gesture of gratitude for being so nice to her. The touch must have embarrassed him, because he blushed and grinned, then scooped her up in his arms again, carrying her back to the bed and laying her so carefully in it.

She felt like a queen rather than as a slave with the way he treated her. And even though she still felt that with all he did for her, she should do something for him in return, now it was because she wanted to please him, not because she felt obligated. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him across the room as he cleaned himself. Her eyes took in every nuance of the scene before her, noting the way he handled his cock as he cleaned himself. The firelight flickered it's glow on his skin, detailing the thick veins and ridge of his glans. Despite the pleasant soreness of her body, she found herself already anticipating the next time she'd feel that wonderful organ inside her.

For Mir, the sight of his drow awaiting him in his bed must have been interesting. She was propped up on her elbows, the twin mounds of her breasts resting on her chest just above the line of the covers. Her eyes were heavily lidded, sultry and smoldering a silvery fire in her gaze as she watched him cross the room towards her. Her silken white hair fanned out over the pillow behind her head like a halo of light accentuating her ebony beauty. But it was the shift in her eyes when she looked at him as he lifted the blankets and slipped into bed beside her that had to appeal to him. Where once was suspicion, even mistrust, and later was aroused lust, now was an almost reverent admiration and implicit trust for him.

He had no sooner settled into the bed than she was moving into his embrace, eager to be in contact with him again, having missed him for even the short time they were on opposite sides of the room. She rested her head on his broad chest, her ear pressed against his skin, listening to his heartbeat. her little hand rested on his belly, but then slowly drifted down, fingers sliding through his pubic hair to move along the thick length of his shaft. She grasped him, not in a way meant to arouse him, though she felt him thicken at her touch somewhat. But this touch was more of an appreciative fondling, an unspoken claim of what she was beginning to consider as 'her Mir', her man. She turned a shy but knowing smile up at him, as if sheepish about being so brazen in her possessiveness.

As she let her encircled fingers explore the length of him, cupping the head in her dark palm, she got an idea. She lifted her head to fade him, brought her hand up to touch herself just between her breasts and spoke softly, "Spiriel.......drow.........girl." Then she placed her palm on Mir's chest and said, "Mir.........you-man.........man." her hand moved down along his body in a gliding touch, ending up encircling his manhood again as best she could. She said a word in Drowish, then asked, "What meaning, Mir talk?"

 

[SkyguyRP]

The fact that he knew very little about Spiriel was at the forefront of Mir’s mind. He trusted her, though he didn’t know why. It wasn’t the sex, he’d had it before with women he knew he couldn’t turn his back on, much less fall asleep beside. Yet he trusted her, enough to indulge in some rather embarrassing bits of affection. He was used to portraying a confident, cool mercenary, ready for anything and yet he’d been kissing the insides of her thighs like a love struck young pup. It had reddened his cheeks yet he hadn’t felt the need to bluster or fidget. He could trust her with that moment of weakness on his part.

Which just made him wonder why he trusted her again. He knew next to nothing of her. Her name was Spiriel, she was drow, on the run from someone and probably a former slave. He didn’t even know enough about her or her people to be sure if how she looked down below was normal for a drow. What did she want, what did she dream of, whom were her parents? He didn't have an answer for any of that and oddly for the first time since he was young he actually did want those answers. She was amazing in bed but that wasn’t enough.

Then again he wasn’t a young man anymore. He’d spent two decades alone, worrying about little but himself, never caring or worrying about anyone beyond the immediate benefit they could be to him. He hadn’t stopped to question what he did much, it brought up uncomfortable memories that he prefered to leave buried. A pretty white neck with a nasty red slash across it. He certainly wasn’t in it for the money, the twenty four gold pieces in his purse were the sum total of his worldly wealth. It wasn’t fame, few knew of him as anything but a random mercenary, another sell-sword in the land. A handful of people knew his family name and no one knew where he came from. So after twenty years aside from a pittance in his purse, the worn armor on his shoulders, his sword at his side, and a vast collection of scars what did he have to show for it. Spiriel.

Someone who knew no more about him than he did of her and yet she trusted him with her life and her body. She was a drow, in a world that despised her kind, yet she was his and that didn’t matter. She was someone he cared about on a level beyond the next bounty or night. Love? No, he was a grown man and notions of love at first sight were the things of children. Attraction surely, the intense desire to know more of her, to see if things could work. Protection, even, she was dependant upon him for protection from that world that hated her kind. Then again, perhaps that was what the last twenty years had been about, preparing him for her.

That idea he blew off with a huff. He had long ago learned that the gods, and he was certain they did exist, were at best negligent and uninterested in the lives of mortal, at worst capricious monsters who reveled in the misery they caused or allowed to happen.

Somehow he’d managed to drift off into ruminations about spiteful gods even as he was walking back to the bed with a beautiful naked girl waiting for him. And waiting for him she was. Propped up on her elbows with her chest bare he didn’t try to reign in his impulse to let his eyes wander over her bountiful chest. She looked half starved when he’d found her but it hadn’t negatively affected her bosom, or maybe it had. He hadn’t known her any different. Each obsidian mound was full and firm and round, proudly defying gravity the way that only young girl’s and elves breasts could. Each perfect tear drop shaped globe was capped with a dark gray nipple, standing out in contrast with her skin. They were the same size as the gold coins and in the cool air of the room nice and tight. Unlike her body that seemed to absorb light her hair reflected it, shining even brighter in contrast with it’s owner. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the look she gave him as he slid in, indescribable. No fear, no hesitation, just admiration and trust and just the slightest hint of lust. His own reaction was not well hidden as he firmed back up from her look alone. What fool could have mistreated her enough to make her run away when you could treat her right and get reactions like this? He resolved again that he would be worthy of that admiration and trust.

As he settled into the bed and back under the warm cocoon of the blankets she squirmed over to him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. He didn’t want her on the other side of the bed, even though it wasn’t large enough for her to get very far. He wanted her in his arms and he gave her a squeeze to show it. When her little hand drifted down to seize upon his manhood he looked down at her, curious about what she intended. Her touch was firm but not hurried or trying to arouse him, she was just holding him like she was allowed to, like she just wanted to feel him in her hand. He wasn’t going to dissuade her of that notion for sure, he enjoyed the brazen way that she laid her hand on him as if it was hers which in a way it now was. He smiled back when she looked at him sheepishly but he just kissed her on top of her head and let it be. One of his hands slid lower to cup on cheek of her bottom, giving it an indulgent squeeze.

Then she had started to talk to him again. The difficulty of communicating between them had been a difficulty, but they had made it work. The fact that they’d both wound up in bed together like this was testament to how far you could communicate without words.

“What meaning Mir talk?” she asked him as she palmed his manhood.

Of all the words to start with that probably wouldn’t have been the first he’d chosen to teach her but the question was asked and they had to start somewhere. He tried to repeat the sounds she made but like every attempt at an elvish language he garbled it beyond recognition. “Cock,” he replied in his own tongue. Maybe it wasn’t the most eloquent or refined way to describe it but that word worked and if she was going to learn a word for it he’d prefer that than something else.

He squeezed firmly on her cheek before letting his hand glide over her rear. “Ass, bottom,” he said to explain it. He reached up her chest and palmed one of her mounds. “Breast, tit.” The absurdity of him explaining language to someone was not lost on him, or that the first words she’d learned had been genitals. That just seemed appropriate given his level of sophistication. He soon moved on to other things, pointing to what was around the room and teaching her the word. She was a quick study and had no trouble picking most of them up and it was nice to lay there with her in the warm bed, enjoying the flickering light of the fire, and just talking. He had to get up and tend it as the hour grew late, putting on enough wood to hopefully last the night. He quickly checked to make sure his weapons were close at hand before settling back down with Spiriel. He turned his back to the fire and held her close, kissing her head and relaxing as they both drifted off to a very welcome and comfortable sleep.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Cock."

Spiriel repeated the word after him. But it wasn't just that she repeated it, it was the way she repeated it. Her voice was soft, inquisitive, as if testing out how the syllables and consonants would feel coming out of her mouth. It was a funny sounding word, to be sure, to be the first one she'd start her language lesson with. Of course, her accent gave it a special sounding pronunciation too, but there was more. It was in the way that her eyes sparkled and her nose crinkled up a little when she said it, and in the way that her mouth formed that perfect 'O' of the vowel sound, the shape of her lips giving a suggestive hint. And it was in the way that the corners of her mouth curled up just a little to give that impression of impish naughtiness mixed with her pure girlish innocence that gave the word so much nuance. And it was in the way that her little hand patted his member as she repeated the word. Not just once, but exactly three times. Three. Little. Pats.

Of course there were other words for her to learn, and she was quite eager to do so. She'd made up her mind to stay with Mir, and she would need to learn his language if she did. It was only right. He should not have to learn the language of a slave to accommodate her. He was a warrior; his station in life was much higher than hers. But there was also the more practical fact that she already knew some of the Common tongue that humans used, and it was mostly how they had been able to communicate so far.

But she was having fun at it too, and she never got tired of hearing Mir's manly rumble as he would point out objects and name them for her. She expected that, as they went along, and she tried to use those words in sentences, he would correct her grammar and usage too. But for now this would have to do. There were so many things she wanted to be able to ask him; things she wanted to know about him and his world.

But eventually they both grew tired. It had been a long day, full of emotional ups and downs, and the night of her greatest physical pleasure of her life. She'd never forget this day, but as wonderful as it had turned out, no day can last forever. In time they both succumbed to sleep. But Spiriel had no concerns or apprehensions about her companion or her future now. She felt safer than she had since leaving the Underdark, and for a long, long time before. It made for a very peaceful sleep.

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In the early hours of the pre-dawn, the little drow woman stirred. Their positions had shifted in the night, and Mir's head was resting on her bosom at the moment. She smiled and stroked her fingers softly through his hair. But she felt a pressure inside, and extricated herself from his embrace, slipping out from under the covers.

Crossing to the other side of the room, her bare footfalls stealthy in the near darkness now that the fire had died down to coals, she found the chamber pot and made use of it for her relief. It was a little awkward to squat over the thing, especially when trying to balance so as not to overturn it. And it didn't help that her thighs and calves were sore from the previous evenings activities. There was a pleasant ache in her groin, and she wondered again how she'd ever managed to take Mir's size in her smaller body. But she also wondered how soon the ache would subside so she could do it again.

She stopped by the now cold bath long enough to wash herself 'down there' and also wash her hands, then crossed to put a couple more logs on the fire. It would be a little time until they caught, but it should take the chill off by morning, she thought. She scampered across the room to get back under the blankets with Mir. She noticed him shiver as she slipped in beside him, and she cuddled up close to his body, hoping they would quickly warm each other. Her Mir must have been dreaming, she thought as he murmured a little in his sleep. She ran her hands along his body and down his leg in a soothing caress, then let her hands move to the inside of his thigh on the way back up. She couldn't help noticing his tumescence, even in his sleep.

He was not fully erect, but still very impressive by what her little fingers could suss out under the covers. And as her mind relived the pleasure they had shared the night before, her thoughts soon turned to the fact that she couldn't remember if he'd achieved his pleasure release the second time. The more she thought about this, and the more she recalled how tenderly he had cared for her and held her afterward, the more dismayed she felt. She was a temple courtesan slave, after all. It was her purpose to provide pleasure, not take it.

She began to think of how she could remedy this oversight on her part, and remembered how amazing it had felt when he had put his mouth on her. She knew from experiences back in the temple that males often enjoyed that as much or more than the females, and they liked it when she did it for them too. She remembered one patron who visited her often, and always wanted to use her mouth and tongue until he emptied himself in her throat. She looked down at the sleeping form of her warrior and wondered how he would like it.

As she'd been thinking and remembering, her hand had been busy. Slowly she had begun to stroke his cock, almost absent-mindedly. Now she was aware of how much he had responded, his girth was now more than her fingers could encircle. She wanted to see it again, Mir's 'cock'; and she wriggled under the covers, switching her position end for end so she could rest her cheek on Mir's upper thigh. She had no trouble seeing in the darkness under the blankets, and if anyone had seen her eyes then they would have reflected back the dim light in a reddish tint, appearing to be scarlet colored. This misconception often led people to believe that the drow were evil demons who possessed the 'evil eye' to curse them with.

But Spiriel's eyes were not reflecting any evil intentions at the moment. Naughty mischievous, lusty ones, perhaps. She held Mir's cock between her two palms, allowing it to pulse and rise in her hands, and just feeling the weight and heat of it. It was standing up more now, and forming a little tent out of the blanket. And his male musk was beginning to grow heady in the small space under the blanket. It was having a nearly aphrodisiac effect on her. She could see in the darkness that the tip of it was leaking a little fluid, and without thinking about it, she leaned in and licked the little bead of moisture away. Her tongue flicked at the underside of his glans, and she paused a moment to taste the fluid.

It wasn't bad. There was a hint of sweetness from the fruit they had eaten the night before, but mostly it was a bit salty and musky tasting. There was more to like about the texture; very slippery, and almost like a thin honey. While she was analyzing it, another droplet beaded up and slid down the underside of his organ. She noticed it just as it reached the point that her fingers encircled him, and impulsively she leaned in and licked it up, then all the way up the underside of him, coming at last to the tip where her tongue flicked again, catching another droplet.

She didn't stop there. Her tongue worked around the crown of his head with surprising dexterity, moistening the sensitive skin there. It felt so soft to her, almost velvety. And yet so hard at its core. She loved the way it felt on her lips as they glided over the smooth skin where it was moistened by her tongue. Her efforts only spread around the slippery fluid, coating the tip of him in it, and more seemed to be seeping out all the time. She finally decided to deal with it at the source, and moaned softly around him as she slid her full lips over his cock head, engulfing him in the hot wetness of her mouth.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir was happy, very happy. He was back in the bath house and the barely dressed black skinned beauties that were attending to him were no longer faceless but Spiriel. That little detailed seemed to make it all the better. Not random pretty faces, but his pretty face. She was wearing some kind of fancy outfit covered in gold and gems, with gauzy fabric substituting for pants or a skirt, he couldn’t really tell in the fogginess of the dream, but he knew it was shear and her cute rear end and thighs were on display and that was what mattered. One dream Spiriel offered him a glass of wine as another rubbed his shoulders and a third was sitting astride him, lowering her welcoming womanhood slowly onto him. She arched her back as she made contact, showing him the thick, heavy, metal color she wore around her neck. Her tight wetness was just starting to envelope him when the dream world started to get hazy.

He blinked in confusion. It was just getting good, why did it always have to end when it was just getting good. The moist heat around his manhood continued unabated though even as the dream world collapsed into darkness. It was something he supposed, but not what he was expecting. The dream faded to black but the wonderful feelings around his cock remained, warm, wet, suction bobbing up and down his length.

He blinked and slowly opened his eyes. It was dark in the room, and something was atop him, not just the heavy blankets but something small, soft and... he blinked again trying to see what was going on but saw nothing but darkness, black. There was some light in the room, not much as the fire had died down, but enough he should be able to see what was going on, unless his bedmate had skin the color of shadows.

It took his sleep addled mind a long minute to put it all together. Spiriel had her mouth around his cock, and it felt amazing. In the darkness he groaned, his pleasure slowly morphing into a lusty, “Spiriiiiellll,” as he felt her work. She wasn’t taking him all but the sensitive head of his dick was inside her mouth and he wasn’t going to complain even a little. His hands trailed up her legs, squeezing her thighs as they glided higher until he was holding her trim little bottom in each of his palms. He moaned again and growled, “Spiriel good touch Mir’s cock.” He tightened his grip on her cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively as she worked and... well, she was right there and he could smell her spiced honey.

Adjusting her so that she was right in front of him Mir leaned up and found her entrance. She was only a little excited but he figured he could fix that. He captured the edge of her flap between his lips and sucked gently on it, lashing it with his tongue and giving it little kisses. He paid special attention to the middle of the flap where he knew her most sensitive spot was. He tried to coax the little nubbin out by chewing gently on the center with his lips over his gums. Mir wasn’t the most considerate lover that was ever born, he made sure he got his most of the time, but with Spiriel, he wanted to listen to his tiny drow cum, hear her squeal and be the one to have done that to her. He wanted to make his Kitten purr.

“Spiriel, good touch feels good, very good,” he groaned as he played with her. His cock was hard and erect again and he had no doubt if she kept it up he’d be giving her what she sought very soon. Her own smell wasn’t helping him last either. This close to her he could smell her scent, her glands drenching the little patches of fur between her pussy and ass with her juices and Mir wanted to taste her, taste her right from the source. With one last flicker of his tongue over her tip and raised up just a few inches and carefully ran his tongue across the fur patches. Her essence had soaked them and it was all he could smell, all he could taste, but not all he could see.

Right above the silvery hair of his love was the tight little pucker of her ass. He remembered the way she had gasped at him the last time and as he licked his lips of her cream he moved just a little higher and swirled his tongue around her ass, pausing to see how she’d react.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She circled the ridge of his glans with her tongue, holding him inside her mouth. In his sleep, Mir stirred a little, his hips rocking slowly and driving part of his length upwards into her mouth. She took about a third of him, without difficulty, and was encouraged to continue. Her small hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, tugging and stroking in opposing counter moves to her bobbing mouth.

It was actually his dreaming thrust into her that gave her the idea. Clearly he liked the feeling of sliding between her lips, so she naturally began to bob her head to continue the motion for him when his own thrust subsided. It gave her more control this way, much better than one of the men who used to come to her in the temple. He would insist on tying her hands behind her so she could not hold him back, and then, his fist tangled in her hair while she knelt before him, he would force her head down on his cock until she gagged. It hurt her, and she had to be tended to by a priestess to heal the damage. The priestess didn't seem to care that the man had done what he'd done, but she cast a spell on Spiriel to make it easier for her to take him the next time.

But this was different. Mir was not forcing her. She was doing this because she wanted to make him feel good, like he had made her feel. She remembered how much the man in the temple loved to penetrate her throat with his member, and she wondered if Mir would like that too. As she thought about this, she slipped off of him, turning her head to the side so she could lick all up along his length, paying special attention to the slight ridge along the underside of him. She remembered that this seemed to be a favorite part for the other men who had wanted this, so she concentrated on licking this place very thoroughly.

Apparently it was something Mir liked as well. She heard him moan in his sleep, and his hips thrust upwards once more, burying about half of him in her mouth before his tip hit the entrance of her throat. She wanted to give him the pleasure that she could, but part of her was scared. She didn't want to be hurt, and Mir was bigger than the drow men. Still her mind recalled that when she used the 'trigger word' that the priestess taught her, it didn't hurt after that. The only bad side effect from the spell was that when she used it, she would not be able to talk for a while. The same magic that would desensitize her throat would leave her vocal chords numb for a period of time.

By now her saliva had coated his cock, along with the clear slippery fluid that he produced. Her hands glided along his shaft easily, sliding up and down in a steady slow rhythm. She was still thinking about the spell the priestess had cast on her when she heard his sexy low moan calling her name. She smiled around his cock without removing it from her mouth, and paused there just to enjoy the way his deep voice made her feel when he called her name like that.

Unlike the times in the temple, she felt like she had the control now. She could make her human warrior experience this kind of pleasure and more, all from what she was doing to him. She felt his hands caressing her legs, moving over the curves of her butt, and she engulfed him again. He was telling her how good this made him feel, that much she understood plainly, and it made her want to make him feel even better. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, still only about half, and held him there a second before slowly pulling off again until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. As she did, she pulled an opposing suction, making sure to let her lips glide tightly over his skin, relying on the slipperiness of his fluids and her saliva to make her lips move over him easily.

She giggled when he moved her and then moaned when his mouth and tongue found her center. Oh, how he made her feel when he did that! She attacked his cock with renewed fervor, taking him in and bobbing up and down his length rapidly. His mouth gently nibbled and tugged at her stiffening clitoral ridge, pulling at the little tip of it, and she came off his cock with a popping sound to accompany her gasp of pleasure. Her hips wriggled in the grasp of his strong hands, grinding her sex eagerly against his mouth and tongue. She moaned, slightly muffled from being under the blankets, "Ooohh, Miirrr!" And her hands squeezed him tightly.

And then his tongue found and circled her puckered opening. It both tickled and gave her an intense feeling of pleasure that made her buck sharply. Her hips almost pulled away, reflexively, but he held her firmly, continuing to drive her wild. She growled low in her throat, the purr coming back with urgency. The fever of lust was quickly building in her now, and not just from the musky scent of Mir's maleness. He was making her soak herself with wetness, and seemed almost to take over her body with the way he was making her twitch and move beyond her conscious control. Already the tension was building in her inner thigh muscles where she straddled Mir's head at the moment.

Now she wanted to give him all she could give. The lustful fever took root in her brain and she wanted to be wild for him, decadently and completely his. She hissed through her teeth the Drowish word that would trigger the spell.

At once, she felt it take effect, and she gave one last little mewling whimper of joy in reaction to what he was doing to her. Now it was her turn. She engulfed his cock head again, her lips wrapping him tightly. Slowly she began to slide down on him, taking him deeper. Her tongue was flickering and swirling around him wherever it could reach. Deeper and deeper she took him into herself, until finally she could no longer lick at him. But she pressed her tongue against his cock as she took him deeper still. His tip reached the back of her mouth, the opening of her throat where it seemed as if it could go no farther. Normally that contact would stimulate her gag reflex, but not this time.

She consciously relaxed, making the effort, then began to swallow. The muscular contractions that were used in swallowing made the opening of her throat open and close, and to Mir it felt like another mouth inside her mouth, this one toothless, was nibbling at his cock head. She braced herself and pushed down upon him, still swallowing, but this time forcing his tip past that convulsing opening. It was tight, but she forced herself to take him in, down ever farther. The tightness of her throat closed around him, her esophageal muscles squeezing and milking him. It was almost like a snake swallowing something whole as he slid slowly but inevitably down her gullet.

She extended her tongue to make more room, and pushed herself down upon him. It was easier going now, and soon she'd taken him in. Her delicately upturned nose just brushed the skin of his scrotum, and her lower lip wrapped around the base of his cock. She held there like that, taking a long moment to get used to it. Her throat reacted on it's own, squeezing and milking him. At last she was ready, and began to pull back in the same slow, nearly torturously pleasurable way. His length emerged from her even as his tongue pressed against her bottom from the way she had to literally move her body off of his cock and back towards his face. If he could have been able to see her neck, he could have detected the bulge that marked the movement of his organ inside her.

She stopped when he was still about halfway in her, and reversed again, this time going a little faster. Down and back up she engulfed him, then again even faster still. Soon enough she was deep throating him without difficulty. She let go of his shaft and rested her hands on his upper thighs, using only her mouth and body to take him in and out. He was responding, pulsing within her, moaning in his deep rumbling growl of lust and pleasure. Intermittently he was able to try to continue to give her the pleasure his tongue provided, but this experience was unlike any other, and not easily ignored.

It hadn't been many full depth strokes before he began to pulse and twitch in her throat. She knew he was too close now to hold back, and she wanted him to let it go. Her little hand closed over his scrotum and squeezed his testicles gently, massaging them to urge him to release. She pushed down on him when she sensed he was ready, and held there, purposefully making swallowing movements with her throat muscles. Her throat seemed to milk his cum from him, and when it came, there was nowhere else for it to go but into her body.

She held him there like that until he finished, her hands clasping the backs of his thighs, not letting him pull away until his cock finished it's spasms. When his hips had stilled, no longer thrusting upwards instinctively, and she felt the thick weight of his cock begin to ease in her passage, she slowly pulled off of him. She licked her lips and then turned around to snuggle in his arms, placing a small kiss on his neck.

 

[SkyguyRP]

She was incredible. Better than any woman who had ever taken him in her mouth and it didn't take a mage to figure out why. From waking up with her taking him already to the way she spoke his name and moved her hips against his face it was obvious she wanted to do this. Her enthusiasm was infectious and a tremendous turn on. It made him want to keep pleasuring her and do even more for her.

Her entire body bucked when his tongue found her ass. He held her tight though and her heard her animalistic growl. God's it was a sexy sound, a primal snarl of unexpected enjoyment that only encouraged him to hold her hips still so he could keep teasing her bottom with his tongue. He kept taking long slow licks around the rim before stabbing at the center of her pucker then giving it a kiss back before rimming her again. He squeezed her cheeks and kept them spread while loving the way his hands sank into the softness of her rump but felt the firm muscle just below her lush padding.

He was feeling proud of himself for the way she was reacting but then Spiriel hissed something he couldn't make out and she took charge. After that little hiss she was taking him deeper than she had before, much deeper. Her tongue was wrapping around, him, teasing every sensitive spot before sinking ever lower on him. He’d never felt anything like this before and he started to lose concentration. He lost it completely when he felt his head bump into the back of her throat. He thought that she’d stop there having taken three quarters of him into her mouth, then she swallowed.

“Spiriel!” he gasped as his cock sank into her throat. When she swallowed around his shaft he couldn’t say anything, just grunt as she sucked him down to the root, holding him as she kept swallowing reducing him to grunts and moans. He swept his tongue over her rear once more but the things she was doing to him were indescribable. She had taken him completely inside her mouth and throat and held him there. It took him a moment to process what she was doing, but his cock was buried to the root inside her throat. Somehow this tiny girl was doing this, how he didn’t know, but it felt amazing, warm and wet and tight like her pussy, but moving and wiggling like she couldn’t do there as well as what her tongue was doing to him at the same time.

She didn’t let him get used to that before she started to rock back and forth atop him, fucking him slowly with her mouth. Fucking him slowly, with her mouth. Mir’s limited vocabulary couldn’t deal with what that was doing to him. He was proud of his stamina and yet what she was doing to him was already threatening his staying power. This beautiful woman was willingly, of her own idea, doing this to him because... she wanted to. She wanted to do this with him, too him. Her breasts were dragging across his belly, her wispy silver hair was dragging across his chest. He could feel her muscles flexing and working beneath his hands. His breathing was growing ragged as his heart hammered in his chest bouncing off his ribs.

When her delicate hand wrapped around his balls and started to play with them his hips rose from the bed. He could feel her encouraging as her throat milked his cock like a milkmaid doing her work. He groaned and moaned out a strained, “Spirieeeellll,” as way of warning but even as he swelled in her mouth she didn’t pull back, trapping him inside her as he began to give her his seed, pouting it out into her mouth and throat. She was swallowing it greedily as he bucked and writhed but she was relentless, taking everything he had to offer until she’d swallowed the last drop of his seed.

His cock began to soften in record time for him but this wicked little girl had sucked the life right out of him. When she spun around and crawled up next to him and gave him a little kiss on his neck he wrapped her up growled happily as he hauled her in tightly to him and planted a kiss right on her lips, spreading them with his tongue and pouring out his thanks for what she’d done as best he could in the kiss. He knew where she’d been moments before but didn’t care, wanting to kiss at that moment and not wanting to wait. He wrapped one leg over her hips and pulled her tight to him, encasing her in his limbs. He rained kisses around her mouth and cheeks, nuzzling her neck and growling as he kissed her. He wanted her to be his but now in an even more primal way. This little drow was his and his alone. She was going to be warming his bed and no one elses. “Spiriel, so good. Feel good. Thank you,” he said as he kissed up her ear. “Spiriel is Mir’s drow.” His hands were all over her, roaming quickly over her body. He couldn’t get enough of her. “Spiriel is Mir’s very good drow.”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She kissed him because she wanted to, because it was her urge as a woman to want to be held and cuddled after such an act of intimacy. Though she'd never been condemned for doing such a thing before - indeed it had been one of the things she had been expected to do for those who sought their pleasure from her use - still she felt the feminine instinct to seek reassurance and to bond intimately. She didn't even know what to call the need she felt, nor what to call the feelings she wanted to feel in Mir's arms. In the world she came from, there was no need for use of any such word, for there was no use to seek such feelings from those who came to her. Such feelings would not be offered after the act.

So when she kissed him, it was sweet and shy and uncertain of what reception she would get for her unspoken request. But Mir would prove once again how different he was to all those who had used her before. He kissed her, not just a polite peck on the cheek, but a kiss that curled her toes and made a warm feeling blossom in her core. His body enfolded her in affection, his arms wrapping around her like a strong protective cocoon to keep her safe forever. She felt like her smaller body was swallowed up in his embrace, but it was a good feeling, like she'd always craved, but never experienced. His deep rumble was like a purr to her ears, and his words told her what she wanted and needed to hear. She was his. She belonged. She had made him feel good. She'd brought him pleasure on a level that he had also given her. But even though that pleased her, his words and his arms around her pleased her more.

She was torn between two conflicting natures. One, that of her race, was pleased that she'd gained such control over him. He was as much her warrior now as she was his drow. That racial instinct told her that this was a position of power over him, power that could be manipulated to her advantage. But there was another instinct guiding her response; that of a woman. Ironically, it matched the instinct that came from that part of her that had been a slave girl. She belonged to him. She was his. She was glad to be his. More than glad; it fulfilled a part of her she couldn't even identify. She felt secure in her new place with him, by his side. It was where she belonged in this dangerous and confusing surface world, and where she wanted to be.

She wanted to tell him so badly that he was her man, her warrior, her master even. But she could not yet talk from the spell. But as the purr started again in her throat, this sound spoke volumes. This one did not come from physical pleasure. This one came from that as yet un-named thing that she felt inside, but not from her sex. This feeling seemed to come from her heart.

Her body molded to his, resting her cheek on his broad chest and wrapping her arms around him. One slim dark thigh slipped between his legs to match the one he draped over her hip. As they both lay there together, contented and relaxed in each others' arms, another thought came to her, one that was oddly in sync with both instincts within her. She wanted to take care of her warrior, her human, her man. But how? She could please him physically, that much she'd discovered. But she wanted to do more than that. She wanted to do her part in their partnership, their arrangement. Helping was not enough for her in the ways that she could currently 'help' him. Those ways were little more than she could do as a slave. But how could she learn to help in other ways. Indeed, how could she ask him how she could help?

They had made a start on developing communication, but it was limited. Far too limited to express to him her desire to learn to be of more use. Perhaps there were things he could teach her that would be helpful to him. Maybe even there were things she already knew how to do, but didn't know if they would be things that would be helpful to him. She determined to find a way to ask him when she got the use of her voice back. But soon enough, her position of comfort in his arms led her to drowse again.

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A soft knocking on the door brought Spiriel to the edge of wakefulness. Blinking her eyes sleepily, she noted that the light coming through the window meant that the big bright orb was well into the sky again. She sighed. It seemed to be a regular occurrence in this surface world, happening almost every day except when it was cloudy in the sky.

She glanced down at Mir as the soft knocking came again. He didn't seem to stir. Apparently she had worn him out, she thought. Did she dare to open the door? What if it were the angry fat man again? But a muffled female voice came from the other side of the door, saying something about 'clothes'. Spiriel thought that maybe it was the seamstress again. She decided it would be okay to answer, especially if it meant that they would have new clothing. And Mir had seemed to approve of the woman's presence earlier.

Extricating herself from his embrace, she padded quietly to the door where the chair was still propped against the handle. Spiriel pressed her ear to the door. The soft knock came again and she jumped back, startled. Hurriedly she began removing the plates and tableware alarm that Mir had set up, then moved the chair. The door was still locked, however, and she couldn't open it. She started to return to the bed to wake Mir, but just as she turned away, the knock came again, along with the voice, "Is someone in there? Hello?"

Spiriel went back to the door and tried to call out softly. The numbness in her throat had faded and she was able to talk, although her voice was soft and a little raspy, like a whisper. "Clothes? Woman bring clothes?" The voice from the other side replied, "Yes, I brought your clothes. Do you want them?"

Spiriel wasn't sure what the woman meant for her to do, but she understood that she'd brought clothing. She hurried to the bed, gently shaking Mir's sleeping form. "Clothes, Mir. You-man girl bring clothes. Spiriel open door?"

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir felt Spiriel start to relax in his arms. It was... blissful. She trusted him completely. She was naked and completely vulnerable and she didn't hesitate to just relax and curl up with him, so much so that she was purring. Mir couldn't compare the feeling of that trust to anything he'd felt before. The knowledge that he was trusted that way, it was new and intoxicating.

He made sure that they were both covered under the blankets and snuggled up to her. Outside the wind was howling and the window was shivering but between the fireplace and the young woman he was curled up with under the blankets they were warm. Spiriel's breathing was slowing as she fell asleep and Mir wasn't far behind her.

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Spiriel wasn't in his arms. That was the first thing Mir was aware of when he started to wake. He was alone in his bed and Spiriel wasn’t in his arm, her hair wasn’t tickling his nose, and her tight little bottom wasn’t nestled against his hips. Where was she?

A load of raw adrenaline was dumped into Mir’s veins and he was reaching for his dagger as he shot up from the bed. He was twisting around to get his legs under him before he even had his eyes open good. When he did get them open he was greeted by the sight of Spiriel standing beside the bed shocked by his sudden action and drawing back. His eyes flitted over the room but nothing was amiss, aside from him sitting like a fool with his knife drawn for no good reason.


Mir lowered his blade and brought his other hand to his eyes to rub the sleep from them. “Sorry Kitten,” he said to Spiriel. “You weren’t in the bed,” he said tapping the sheets. “I got worried.” He slipped the dagger back into it’s sheath and got up off the bed. The floor was cold but the fire had been stoked in the night so it wasn’t frigid.

Spiriel was calming down from his sudden leap and asked again, "Mir, clothes. You-man girl bring clothes. Spiriel open door?"

Mir nodded. “Open door.” He was naked but didn’t pay it much mind. As far as he was concerned he was paying for the stay so he’d stay how he pleased. If the serving girls didn’t like it they could leave, if they didn’t mind they could stay and earn a bit of coin if they wanted to. Though he supposed the second wasn’t as much an option with Spiriel around. He seriously doubted any serving girl could compare to Spiriel because if they could they’d never last past their first customer before they were stolen away. He didn’t know how Spiriel would react to him being naked in front of another girl though so he decided he should find his shorts.

For her part either lacking in modesty or an eagerness to obey Spiriel hadn’t dressed either as she opened the door and let the girl in. The girl came in with an armful of laundry, their clothes from the day before and a change of sheets. She hadn’t been taking care of them the night before, she was new and younger. She wasn’t a thin girl, she had some curves but she had a gorgeous face, earnest and sweet surrounded by a halo of tight red curls that her kerchief was not containing. Her dress was pulled tight around her bountiful top but flared out loose over her hips. The family resemblance was there with with innkeeper from the night before though in Mir’s estimation she’d gotten her pretty face from someone far fairer than her father. She hustled right in and deposited the clothes on the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed as Thyri closed the door behind her.

It was only then that the girl looked up from her task and noticed them. “Oh! You’re the...,” she gasped when she saw Spiriel. “And you’re naked!” She glanced away but her curiosity was powerful and just as quickly she was looking back at Spiriel in furtive glances.


“How else would she be?” Mir asked as he located his shorts. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she took him in from head to foot, blushing brightly before averting her eyes, right back to Spiriel. “You don’t cover up something that beautiful,” he finished as he started to slip the shorts on.

“I just,” she stammered. “I’ve got your laundry and new sheets...” She caught herself staring at Spiriel. “I should change them and...”

Mir chuckled as he poured himself a mug of water to wash the taste of sleep from his mouth. “Just get it out of your system before you pop.”

“Is she black all over?” the girl spat out instantly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel halted in her approach to Mir as he started awake. She trusted him, but something had upset him, and it was best to stay out of reach until she knew if it was something she had done. This was a lesson she had well learned from others.

But the moment passed, and she moved closer, laying one small dark hand soothingly on Mir's arm as she posed her question again. At his reply, she reached for the key on the nightstand and crossed again to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Her eyes followed the young human girl as she came in and moved to put the laundry near the bed. After closing the door again, she scanned the pretty maid from head to toe.

The first thing she saw that caught her eyes was the curly reddish hair. She'd never seen such a color before, although she'd seen the seamstress' curls only the night before. She was still fascinated at the spring like shapes and wondered how these human women could make their hair stay like that. She'd tried winding her straight silvery hair around her finger, but it hadn't stayed that way.

She followed the girl, keeping a cautious distance a few steps away, out of care not to offend the girl. It seemed so many humans disliked her for no reason other than being what she was, but Spiriel was genuinely curious about the girl, and hoped that she could come closer, like with the seamstress the night before. But she remembered that experience, and this time, she decided to do things the right way.

Before she could come closer, the girl turned and gasped when she saw her. Spiriel stopped and waited, trying to look inoffensive. Mir and the human girl spoke back and forth, and Spiriel knew the girl was sneaking peeks at her, if somewhat shyly. She tried a tentative smile, and was rewarded when the girl smiled back slightly.

“Is she black all over?”

Mir chuckled and blurted out, "Just on the outside. Otherwise she's the same as you are."

The young maid blushed as she realized what he referred to, and she couldn't help her eyes being drawn to the place she expected to find evidence of his remark. She didn't see what she expected to see, however, and her eyes grew wide. She murmured, "I've never seen one before. Are they all like she is? She has no.... I mean, she's not.....normal. Is she?"

Spiriel wasn't sure what the talk was all about, but she noticed the girl looking down between her legs, at the place where Mir had made her feel so good. She remembered the reaction that the seamstress had the night before when she found out how she was 'down there', and Spiriel flushed with embarrassment. She moved to where the girl had set down the clothes and sheets, and rummaged through them to find her slave tunic was all there was for her. She pulled out the garment, looking at it dejectedly. She was aware of how the human girl stepped back away from her when she came closer.

She should cover up, to stop them from staring at her difference down there. But as she held the slave tunic, she remembered what Mir had told her the night before. She was not a slave anymore. She was free.

With defiance, she turned to the girl and blurted out, "Spiriel not slave girl! Spiriel is free drow, good drow. No kill you-mans. Spiriel is Mir's helper, good Spiriel kit-ten." As she pleaded her case with the girl, explaining how she was truly different, on the inside rather than on the outside, she reached up for a lock of her silky hair, holding it out towards the girl, and gesturing to the maiden's rust colored curls.

The chambermaid stammered nervously, "What is she doing?? What does she want? What is she trying to say?"

 

[SkyguyRP]

“I’ve never seen one before. Are they all like she is? She has no... I mean she’s not... normal. Is she?”

Mir listened to the girl’s question. Truth be told he had no idea what was normal for a drow, just like her Spiriel was the only one he’d ever seen in person, much less been in a position to examine her genitals. “She’s normal enough,” he replied, evading half the question. “I suppose you didn’t hear us last night proving she has all her parts she’s just... made for being taken from behind.” Evade and attack, dodge her question then pop something up to get her off her footing. It appeared to work as the meaning of his words dawned on her and her cheeks pinkened in response.

“Oh my!” the girl gasped, looking at Mir then glancing down at the front of his shorts then back to between Spiriel’s legs. “I just...,” she looked back at Mir and her eyes lingered for a bit, looking him over from head to foot much as he’d examined her when she’d entered. She didn’t look off put by what she saw.

“What’s your name?” Mir asked her.

“Myra,” she replied as she caught herself staring at him and looked back to what she was doing, and Spiriel.

Spiriel was hunting for her tunic and Mir was seriously thinking about stopping her. They had nothing that needed to be done today but relax and recuperate and that would be so much more pleasant with Spiriel naked. Still, she seemed intent on it and he wasn’t going to force her. He noticed the way Myra backed away from Spiriel when she got close, obviously nervous around the drow.

It was then that Spiriel surprised him. The terrified, blushing, scared girl of the day before defiantly pleaded her case to the stunned servant girl, holding out her hair and firmly declaring that she didn’t kill humans in her accent.

“What is she doing? What does she want? What is she trying to say?” Myra stammered.

Mir pushed away from the table and walked towards them, slowly inserting himself between the door and the two girls and coming up behind Myra. “She’s saying she’s harmless, and free, and my helper.” The way Spiriel had said all of that made him think it was important to her. “The part about her being free, you keep that to yourself, understand?” he said calmly. He was several times Myra’s size and was between her and the only exit, there was no need to threaten, it was implied. He reached around and took Spiriel’s hand, pulling her closer to Myra while not letting the human girl move. “She’s also offering you a chance to touch her, she likes your hair,” he said taking a lock of Myra’s rust colored curls and offering them to Spiriel.

As Spiriel took the curls and started to play with them Myra reached up to feel the bit Spiriel had offered. “It’s like silk,” she marveled. “Silver silk,” she said, marveling at how it felt sliding between her fingers. To play with their hair both women were now standing right next to one another, totally absorbed in playing with each other’s hair. Mir still wondered though and he took each girl’s free hand and started to move them, Spiriel’s to Myra’s neck to feel her pale skin and Myra’s to Spiriel’s hip, encouraging them to compare how similar they really were aside from color. He slid around to stand beside Spiriel and leaned in to her saying, “Good touch only, I’ll keep you safe,” trying to reassure her. He didn’t know how far the two would go in comparing anatomy but he wanted Spiriel to know she didn’t have to worry. He stood up straighter letting his breath play over her ear until he got to the tip which he licked playfully as he reached down and grabbed her bottom, giving it a playful squeeze.

The two women were absorbed in each other’s differences and though his own excitement was returning the steel to his own sword he wasn’t about to interfere.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel smiled as Mir brought her hand up to the girl's neck to touch it. She had wondered about the pale skinned girl, if she would feel colder, like ice or something, but her skin was warm to the touch, just like her own. Then Mir moved behind her and spoke softly in her ear, his warm breath tickling a little.

“Good touch only. I’ll keep you safe.”

She glanced up at him briefly, and saw his smile before he began to tease her ear, giving it a lick just at the sensitive point. She shivered and cooed in reaction and nodded her understanding. But her understanding was not necessarily what Mir meant.

Mir had put her hand on the chambermaid's neck, and put the maid's hand on Spiriel's hip. Spiriel knew what 'good touch' had come to mean between them, and naturally assumed Mir was telling her to offer 'good touches' to the human girl. She moved easily into an embrace of the startled girl, hugging her around her neck, still naked having dropped the slave tunic to the bed.

Myra was taken aback, and hesitated. "What is she going to do to me!" She squeaked. "Does she bite?" Her heart was beating very strongly in her chest, and her ample bosom rose and fell above the corset of her dress. "This is very unusual!"

When she felt the girl hesitate, Spiriel reached one hand down to the girl's hand and moved it around the small of her back, encouraging the girl to return the hug. She leaned in close and whispered, "Mir say Spiriel good touch, you-man girl. Soft and warm. Much good. Pretty."

She hugged Myra tightly, unabashed at her own nudity. Though Myra was uncertain about this, she finally gave in and hugged the drow girl around her waist. The black skin was warm and soft, just like the drow girl had said, and not at all like she was made of coal. Myra wasn't sure exactly what she had been expecting, but she was finding out that this drow woman was not much different from any other woman. She looked different and had a funny way of saying things with that accent of hers, but anyone from a foreign land might look and sound different too. And that didn't make them bad people, she thought. Just different.

Spiriel allowed the embrace to loosen and looked over at Mir questioningly. "Good kees also, Mir?" It wasn't clear whether she was asking him for permission, or asking him if he wanted her too also kiss the girl.

Myra perked up, looking at Spiriel in surprise and then looking over at Mir. "Did she just say something about a kiss?" Despite her surprise, the ready affection of this drow woman had affected her, and her body showed it. Her cheeks were flushed, only partially from embarrassment, and her nipples made stiffened points obvious through the bodice of her dress. Myra began to wonder just what this warrior and his unusual companion had in store for her.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir hadn’t meant anything untoward by telling Spiriel good touches. It had really only been to let her know that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. Apparently she took it someway else and Mir wasn’t the kind of guy to object to that. Spiriel knew she was free so Mir felt no need to stop her. His beautiful black drow contrasted beautifully with the young redhead.

“What is she going to do to me? Does she bite?” Myra squeaked nervously.

Mir just chuckled. He didn’t worry about Spiriel, not now, not after the last day with her. “No, but she might bite if you ask nicely.”

“This is very unusual!”


“You obviously don’t visit the same places I do,” he said. He had paid occasionally for more than one woman to keep him company for the night.

Spiriel reached around and encouraged Myra to hug her back and Mir sat down on the bed, scooting back against the headboard to watch. He didn’t know how drow society worked but he was content to watch for now. Myra for her part was starting to return Spiriel’s affections.

When Spiriel asked, “Good kees also, Mir?" He just nodded, encouraging her. “Whatever you want to do darling,” he drawled as he reclined and passed a hand over his groin, squeezing his growing manhood.

"Did she just say something about a kiss?" Myra asked nervously. Mir’s only response was a knowing grin. They had a day to kill and he could see this being fun. Spiriel was interested in more than just the girl’s hair and that was a lot more interesting than clothes or breakfast.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Her Mir had given his approving nod, and that was all she needed. Mir had shown her how wonderful the 'good kiss' could feel, and Spiriel wanted this human girl to like her. So it was an easy decision to want to make the girl feel as good as Mir had made her feel the night before. She smiled brightly to the pretty human girl, and her voice dropped to a seductive purr. "You-man girl like good kees? Mir give good Kees to Spiriel. Spiriel like. Feel good, very much! You see? Spiriel give good kees to you. Feel good too, you-man girl."

As she spoke, Spiriel's slender black hands raised to press gently but insistently on Myra's ample bosom, steering the maid backwards towards the bed, groping slightly as she also kissed Myra's pink lips.

Those hands so boldly placed on her breasts brought a surprised, wide-eyed gasp from Myra, but before she had time to protest much, the back of her knees were bumping into the edge of the bed. "Here now! What are you doing? This isn't riiiiiiiigghhht!" Her voice extended the last word in a startled yelp as Spiriel only smiled and pushed the girl back onto the bed. Myra lost her balance and fell onto her back lying across the bed diagonally with her head towards the foot of the bed. This afforded Mir a good view of the action that followed. When she landed on the bed, the jostle spilled Myra's ample breasts out from the top of her bodice, revealing her coral pink nipples and areola.

Spiriel wasted no time, reaching down to gather the girl's petticoats in her dark hands and flinging them up over the girl's waist. It was not surprising to find the girl had no formal underclothes, considering her social standing and family. But Spiriel was not interested in her fashion choices. She hooked her arms under each of Myra's knees and lifted the girl's legs up high. One dark hand on each creamy thigh parted them, and Spiriel gasped in excitement to find more rust colored curly hair awaiting her.

"Wait! You can't do tha......Oh! Oh my!"

Myra struggled briefly, trying to escape the dark skinned girl's intentions, but Spiriel, despite being more slender, had the sinewy strength of her race on her side. Her life had not been an easy one, and her fitness showed in her physique now as she up-ended the hapless human girl. But Myra's protestations faded to meek moans as Spiriel's warm mouth descended on the pink slit of her sex, bestowing pleasurable, if unexpected sensations.

"Oh my! You mustn't......Stop! Ooohh! Ahhhh!"

True to her word, Spiriel was delivering a very good 'kiss', as Mir had called it. She'd often been called upon to please the priestesses of the temple, and even a few female worshippers who were curious enough to want to experience what a temple courtesan could offer. She was accomplished at the task she had set before herself, and within moments, Myra's aroused little mewls filled the room.

As if that were not enough to raise Mir's interest, Spiriel was bent over naked between Myra's parted creamy thighs, the dark red gash of her sex open and glistening with her arousal fluids in its own special configuration. As she licked and sucked at Myra's sex, Spiriel's own arousal was increasing. From time to time she'd shift her weight from one foot to the other, 'mincing' her dark thighs together. It made the glimpse of her unusual sex opening seem to 'wink' open and shut only arm's reach from where Mir sat at the head of the bed.

Myra had lost her scarf somewhere during the scuffle, and now her russet curls spread out from her head like a halo on the bedspread as she tossed her head back and forth in abandon. She hadn't expected any of this when she'd knocked on the door of the room with the strange warrior and his drow concubine this morning, but she had been curious about the unusual guest. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she'd end up like this though. That it was a female, let alone a drow female, who was giving her oral pleasure the likes of which she could not recall ever experiencing so intensively before, didn't seem to bother her. For now, it felt too good to stop.

She knew her father didn't approve of the idea of her getting involved with any of the patrons of the inn, but she also knew that he actively solicited her older sisters to do so. He was saving her for the future. But she had already experienced sex on a few occasions, and had kept it secret from her father. Now if he could see her writhing under the ministrations of this drow woman, she couldn't even imagine what his reaction would be. He'd probably kill her. And at the moment, with that wonderful pink tongue making her shiver, she didn't care.

Her own hands caressed the lovely mounds of her breasts. Her fingertips found her stiffening nipples, pinching and plucking at them to offer further stimulation. Myra, crooned, "Oh, by the Gods! That is a very good kiss! Mmm, keep doing that, Dark Girl. I love it!"

 

[SkyguyRP]

That had not been what Mir had been expecting, well not entirely. Hoping for maybe. He’d met a few women who prefered the company of their own gender or at least didn’t mind it if you had enough coin, and quite a few of the female mercenaries he’d met were that way but it wasn’t something he usually expected to run into. Spiriel seemed to have no problems with such intimate contact with Myra though as she firmly kissed the girl and began to fondle her breasts through her bodice.

Then the pair fell back onto the bed and Myra’s bosum spilled out. Two pretty milky white breasts with a pair of kissable nipples. They looked positively delicious but Mir stayed where he was. He didn’t know what Spiriel had planned and he didn’t know the rules with her. The fact that he even cared if there were rules surprised him.

Mir had to chuckle when Spiriel excitedly fumbled with the girl’s petticoats and threw them up over her head. Her excited gasp kept his grin on his face as the poor young girl protested Spiriel’s sudden assault on her womanhood with her mouth. She fought back a little but it was half hearted at best. He’d been on the receiving end of Spiriel’s oral attentions and it was no surprise to him that Myra couldn’t resist if Spiriel was even half as talented at pleasing women as she was with men.

"You know, if you really wanted her to stop I'm sure she would but...," Mir watched the girls head thrash back and forth on the bed sheets as Spiriel's delightful tongue plundered her treasure. Her long red curls were fanned out and Mir felt his cock surge at the thought of kneeling beside her and turning her face so he could feed his manhood to the servant girl. "I don't believe you want her to stop do you?"

Myra had no intelligible answer for him, just more adorable moaning mixed with whining. She probably hadn't expected this when she came in but she was too far taken by her feelings to care sinking more and more into the moment each second.

Unfortunately so was Mir. He wasn't a passive man and these two beautiful women so close and in such an embrace had him eager to join, but he didn't know the rules. Would Myra accept his advances, would Spiriel be ok with that, would they even want him to join? Joining was quickly becoming a given but it was Spiriel who gave him an out. She was crouched in front of him on her hands and knees as she feasted on Myra and as her arousal grew her sex began to blossom. She opened up and the flushed pink of her core stood out like a beacon against her black skin drawing Mir's eyes away from their bedmate and back to her.

By now he was fully erect and the sight of Spiriel rubbing her thighs together in her arousal was all he needed. As Myra crooned "Oh, by the Gods! That is a very good kiss! Mmm, keep doing that, Dark Girl. I love it!" Mir shuffled forward, one hand on his manhood and the other on Spiriel’s hip steadying her as he lined their bodies up. He was taking liberties with her for sure but she was taking them with Myra and well, good intentions or not he felt strongly possessive of Spiriel. She tenses under him when he first nudged his sword against her sheath but when she doesn't make any other move to stop him Mir assumes he has permission and began to press harder.

In spite of what they'd done last night Spiriel was nearly as tight all over again. Aroused and wet, but so tight he wondered how it could possibly fit, but it had, and with Spiriel’s suckling and Myra's mewling in his ears he wasn't going to be denied. With the tip to of his manhood settled against her entrance he wrapped both hands around her waist. She was small enough he could almost touch his fingers together around her. At the moment all it meant to him was he had a good grip on her as he resumed his insistent pressure. Her whole body was shivering as he adjusted position, tipping her torso down as he brought his own right knee up beside her torso. He began to lean over her, using his weight to force his way back into the hot, wet heaven he could feel right there. Over Spiriel’s silver hair and Myra’s bunched up petticoats he could see her tossing her head from side to side as Spiriel worked her magic on her. Maybe the barmaid felt his gaze, maybe Spiriel had slowed down, whatever the reason Myra slowly opened her lust clouded eyes as Spiriel's body once again submitted to his intrusion. He grinned roguishly at her before groaning his satisfaction as he once again felt his beautiful drow’s body accept him.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel's tongue delved between the silken folds of Myra's sex, finding the sensitive places by the maid's reactions. In her mind, she mapped out the areas by response: lick this spot to make her gasp, here to make her shiver, and over here makes her moan and tremble. Spiriel was quite good at learning how to please.

She felt Mir's weight shift on the bed behind her, but she didn't stop what she was doing. When his hand came to rest on her hip, she sensed what was coming next. She wanted him to be a part of this experience as much as she was, and so she suddenly held very still for him, anticipating his penetration with excitement. The muscles in her thighs trembled under his touch, and only her mouth continued to move.

As Mir began to slowly invade her tight entrance, Spiriel tensed slightly. But this was not their first time, and although he still felt huge to her, she knew that he would fit and that it would feel wonderful. She tried to relax as he repositioned himself for a more direct impalement of her slender body. Arching her back so that her hips tilted upwards for him, she spread her legs apart slightly wider and pushed back to help him enter her.

As his length gradually sunk into her, she groaned into Myra's hot wet mound, sending the vibrations of her voice into that sensitive pink flesh. Spiriel could feel both of his large hands around her waist, pulling her body onto his length. She loved how it felt when he just took charge of her like that, even though it reminded her a little of her past. With Mir it was different. He cared about her. He didn't just treat her like a piece of meat for his own pleasure. And that made the feelings she experienced under his guidance something she wanted instead of something she had to do.

Myra's red curls bounced over the pillow as she tossed her head in passion. What this drow girl was doing to her felt like it was turning her inside out, rippling pleasure all through her body. Then she felt the drow girl go still. Those talented lips and tongue still sought out all the places she loved feeling them on, but something was different. Myra felt Spiriel's dark slender fingers squeezing her thighs, digging into the creamy flesh increasingly as something was happening to her. Myra opened her eyes to look dreamily up at the sight of the warrior mounting his concubine from behind.

Even as her eyes met his, catching his solicitous wink, she felt something incredible happening between her legs. Her eyes widened as Mir watched, her expression turning into one of astonishment. "She....she's.....purring! Oh Gods, it feels so good! It's vibrating me down there! What are you doing to her to make her do that?"

And just as she mentioned it, the faintest vibration of her purr could be felt through Spiriel's body, internally. It began as a low deep throaty moan, but with the vocal vibrations slowed down to be more of a sensation than a sound. Myra's lips formed a little 'O' in a silent scream of astonishment. The corners of her mouth finally began to slowly curl upwards in a knowing grin as it dawned on her what was happening to make the drow girl make that sound deep inside her.

"You....You're doing it to her aren't you! You're inside her, from behind, like you said! Oh! I want to see it! I want to see what it looks like with the special way she is down there." Her eyes rolled back as her head dropped back down to the mattress just as Spiriel hit an especially good spot with her tongue. Myra flushed pink in her cheeks and her ample bosom as she seemed to stiffen suddenly, then shivered and moaned. Her fingers knotted in Spiriel's hair as she stiffened again, raising her head from the bed. She was biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming and disturbing the other patrons of the inn, but her rising whimper still could be heard. She rocked her pelvis against Spiriel's mouth as she tugged and pulled the drow girl's head even harder against her pussy by the silky white hair. Her carnal grunts of satisfaction as she came echoed through the room, "Unh, Unh, UNNHH, UNNNHHH!"

Then Myra became giggly and happy as the waves of pleasure gradually began to subside. Spiriel finally raised her head from her pleasurable task, leaving one last tender kiss on Myra's lower belly. Then she gave herself over to the pleasure of Mir's cock pistoning into her tight sheath.

Myra turned around on the bed and stroked Spiriel's silky hair, now mussed up from the passionate action. "You're not at all like Father said. You're actually very nice, aren't you." she cooed as if talking to a gentle pet. But her carnal interest was piqued and Myra continued, watching as Spiriel's slender body rocked with each impact from the warrior's thrusts. "How does that feel to you? Does he feel huge inside you? I bet it hurt a little at first, didn't it? Oh you poor thing! He's fucking you so hard now! But you can take it can't you. You can take it all, Little Black Drow Girl." Myra continued to stroke and pet along Spiriel's back, her hand straying lower and lower on the drow's back until she was almost touching Mir's body where he met Spiriel with each thrust. At last, the maid gave into her lustful curiosity and moved back to have a look.

From above, Myra couldn't see as much as she wanted; just the length of Mir's shaft disappearing somewhere into the drow female. So she decided to maneuver for a better look. She lay on her back on the bed, her head sliding under Spiriel's hips so she could look up to see where Mir's organ was penetrating the unique drow's anatomy. Myra's hands brushed Mir's hip in a caress as she got into position. She wasn't shy about pressing her hands to the insides of Spiriel's thighs to get the girl to spread her legs wider so Myra could get a better view.

From this new vantage point below, Myra could see the way Mir's impressive cock stretched Spiriel's unusual lip flap taut, and made the little ridge of her clitoral tissue stand out in a line. The maid reached up to touch the stiffened little ridge in wonder, feeling it ripple under her touch as Mir's organ moved over it from above. The touch made Spiriel shudder in reaction. Myra swallowed hard as she watched, then cooed, "Oh, baby, it's going all the way inside you! Take it all, so deep! I bet it feels like a spear piercing you!"

From his vantage point above, Mir could see the maid's slick glistening thighs pressing together as she watched the display right in front of her eyes. Spiriel was gathering fistfuls of the bedclothes, biting down on the folded cloth to stifle her cries and moans. She didn't understand most of what the human girl had said to her, but all she knew is that her Mir was taking her again to bliss, and she loved it!

From underneath, Mir could feel the excited breathing from the maid, and could feel the touch of her fingers through Spiriel's stiffened clitoral shaft along the bottom of his penis. And then the cooing comments got quiet. The only sounds that filled the room were the wet squishing sounds of their copulation and the soft moans and sighs of the drow girl's pleasure. That's when Myra's fingers strayed back to the mighty flesh shaft that pierced the black flesh pouch again and again so vigorously. She stroked along his member, a tentative caress. Then her fingers reached under his groin to cup his scrotum, holding it loosely so she could feel it swinging and moving in her hand as he fucked his concubine.

She groaned lustily, "Mmmm, so powerful! Like a stallion breeding her. Fuck her! Yes, do it! AhhhHHH!"

 

[SkyguyRP]

Whatever Spiriel was doing between Myra’s legs the serving girl was loving it. He’d have to get Spiriel to give him some pointers so he could turn them around on her. Myra’s mewls and groans weren’t as sweet in his ears as Spiriel’s but the serving girl had her charms and her exclamations were music to his ears all the same. When Spiriel l started to purr and the girl exclaimed her surprise Mir just chuckled. Admittedly he’d been in her position just the night before, surprised to find his little drow purring but he wondered if he’d looked as surprised and pleased as Myra did now.

“What are you doing to her to make her do that?" she asked.

“Fucking her,” Mir answered confidently. It was a coarse way to talk to a woman but most women he’d met in bars could swear more creatively than he ever dreamed of. His confidence though, that came from being the one to make his kitten purr.

Myra started to cry out how she wanted to watch him do it to Spiriel but just as she was getting that out Spiriel seemed to find just the right spot and Myra bowed up as her release washed over her. He noted the way that her fingers knotted in Spiriel’s hair but when his bedmate made no move to indicate she didn’t like it Mir relaxed. He didn’t mind sharing Spiriel with Myra, but he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her either. On the contrary, as Myra started to bow up Spiriel seemed to find just the right spot and the redhead’s damn burst, reducing her to making inarticulate grunts and groans. For at least a minute the redhead ground her womanhood across Spiriel’s lips before relaxing back on the bed and letting her go as she broke into a giggling fit herself..

“You’re mine now,” Mir said in a low grow to Spiriel. He didn’t have to worry about smashing her face into Myra’s pussy now so Mir firmed up his grips around his ebony playmate’s hips and began to use that leverage and his own hip to powerfully slap their bodies together. That ridge of tissue she had inside her was rubbing against the underside of his cock as he pistoned in and out of her deliciously tight sheath. Listening to her pleasure Myra, and how quickly and eagerly she had gone to it had worked him up and he was taking it out on her, thrusting hard against her butt.

"How does that feel to you? Does he feel huge inside you? I bet it hurt a little at first, didn't it? Oh you poor thing! He's fucking you so hard now! But you can take it can't you. You can take it all, Little Black Drow Girl."

Mir watched as Myra edged closer, trying to see what he was doing to Spiriel as he fucked her. Her constant stream of chatter was a pleasant distraction that was helping him last longer while still working him up. “She can take it,” Mir growled. “She can take every bit of it,” he said as he drove his cock forward until he completely disappeared into her body then ground his pelvis against her tight bottom. Myra’s pale white hand was gliding over Spiriel’s dark skin, ever lower and across her ass. He wondered if she’d touch him but she seemed to hesitate, more interested in Spiriel’s body than him. He barely had time to register the slight annoyance that caused him even if Spiriel was the exotic elf and he was just another garden variety man. The girl had probably entertained more than a few men but never a drow. Still... it rankled a little.

When she disappeared below them he was surprised when he felt her hands on his hips, momentarily feeling the muscles in his legs working before Spiriel widened her stance, dropping her body a bit more towards the bed and Myra’s inquisitive eyes. He thrust a few more times before he felt a little more pressure from the little ridge of of Spiriel’s clitoris. Myra was getting touchy, and it was good. Just a little pressure, just enough for him to feel making Spiriel’s already tight channel even tighter. He growled deep in his throat as his steady rhythm took on a more pounding note. Pauses at the top of the stroke to let the anticipation build and at the bottom to savor the feeling of being so tightly sheathed in his drow. Myra’s pleasant narration had stopped working to distract him. The commanding tone in which she told Spiriel to take it all, the talk of his spear thrust into her. Spiriel was his, and he’d show the girl that, who was in charge here. He kept up his pace but he knew the end was soon. It was going to be especially soon if she kept breathing on their joining like that.

Then her little hand was on his cock, circling it where he pulled it from Spiriel, running up and down his shaft as he fucked her. She cupped his balls and toyed with them as she spoke his doom. "Mmmm, so powerful! Like a stallion breeding her. Fuck her! Yes, do it! AhhhHHH!"

She squealed when he thrust forward hard and began to cum. Images of Spiriel’s beautiful form but with her belly rounding out beautifully with their child, his child danced in his head. His drow having his baby. His ejaculation was almost painful in its intensity. Myra squealed when she felt his cock surge as he pumped her full of his seed. Interspecies babies could happen, but they were usually rare and the result of lots and lots of pleasant work on the part of their parents

He pumped as much of his seed into her as he had last night and then some, rapidly filling her tight channel until it began to dribble from around his manhood. The little redheaded temptress had done this and he was going to make sure she shared in it. He shuffled back, one hand on the base of his cock, holding it tight while pulling his manhood from Spiriel making them both shudder as their sensitive genitals were tugged at by friction. He kept going till he could see Myra looking up at them in surprise.

“I can’t believe you have that much in you,” she said in shocked silence. A few speckles of his and Spiriel’s mixed juices had dripped onto her cute freckled cheeks.

“I’m not done,” Mir said as he reached down and tilted Myra’s head back and opened her mouth. She started to complain but he was having none of it, pushing the head of his cock into her mouth and letting go of his hand at the base of his manhood. Instantly the last few spurts he had poured out into her mouth. She gasped in shock but he held his position, feeling the sensation of her tongue flittering across the crown of his cock as he gave her some of the seed she had just coaxed from him. She was upside down relative to him and her tongue was playing with the upperside of his sword before he pulled out.

“Spiriel was so nice to you,” Mir said as he laid his hand on the elf’s bottom. “I think you need to repay her kindness with some of your own don’t you think?” he asked. He put his left thumb in her mouth and was pleased when she treated it the way she had his cock, slobbering all over it before he pulled it out and started to push down on Spiriel’s hip. Realization of what he was telling her dawned on the young girl as she saw Spiriel’s unique anatomy liberally smeared with her nectar and his seed getting closer.

“I... I’ve never...” she stammered but made no move to get out of the way.

Mir brought his left hand to Spiriel’s bottom, caressing it and spreading her cheeks until his thumb disappeared between them and started to circle her little pucker. “Then there’s not time like the present,” Mir said with a cocky grin. “Don’t worry, she’s delicious,” he told her as her face disappeared below Spiriel’s bottom as he started to push at her backdoor with his wet thumb.

“Let her good kiss you kitten,” he assured Spiriel as he stayed kneeling beside them.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

“You’re mine now!” Mir said in a low grow to Spiriel, and she understood completely. In fact the words sunk into her mind and took root there, like a living thing. A little moan escaped her lips and she pushed back upon his driving shaft in response. She was not his slave - he had said as much - but she was his, nonetheless, and she knew it. She belonged to him; not in the way of a possession or property, but in another, more intimate way. That was what it meant on one level, but there were other meanings. And if Spiriel had any uncertainty of them, Mir cleared it up for her when he began to drive his cock into her tight fold with forceful determination.

The human maid spoke to her, her voice a sultry purr, but Spiriel didn't know half of what she said. She only understood a word here or there, but the sound of Myra's excitement was evident in her tone. Spiriel was happy that she had brought the girl so much pleasure. Maybe now at least this human would not fear or hate her. But Myra hadn't wasted any time sliding out from under Spiriel's oral ministrations when she had finished cumming. Now she was petting along her back like she was a favored pet, but Spiriel didn't mind. Her attention was all on what Mir was doing to her now.

His thrusts, so powerful that they drove her face and chest down flat onto the mattress, pounded into her slender frame. Each impact rocked her body, and he held there for a moment before pulling out, only to do it all over. Each forceful driving thrust pushed the air from her lungs, forcing it out in a little mewling sound. Her fingers dug into the bed clothes, nails scratching, trying to find a grip to push back with, to keep from being pushed across the mattress. Myra's voice cooed from behind her as her hand petted lower and lower until it reached the flesh of her ass, which jiggled with each impact.

Then suddenly she slipped under Spiriel's body again, this time with her head between the drow girl's legs. Spiriel felt those human hands pushing her thighs apart, opening her more for Mir's onslaught. The wider spread opened her up slightly more, and allowed him to plunge into her body to his entire depth. The tip of his large cock just kissed up against the entrance to her womb with each thrust, forming a nearly perfect connection with her cervix. The position was almost ideal for fertilization, though that was the last thing on Spiriel's mind.

In truth, it was a concern she'd never had to trouble herself about. The priestesses of the temple would always bring her an herbal concoction to drink after a night of use from one of the temple patrons, to prevent any chance of pregnancy. And having grown to womanhood in her role as a temple slave, the knowledge of the possible outcome of such use was not imparted to her. There was simply no need for a pleasure slave to know such things.

She felt Myra's hot breath on her inner thighs and on the unique lip flap of her sex. The delightful friction of Mir's impaling cock were driving her to a higher pleasure every passing moment. It should have hurt, to be used so forcefully by someone of his size, but all she felt was magnificent bliss. Her head tossed as Myra's fingers found the clitoral ridge where it bulged through the lip flap, forced into prominence by the thickness of Mir's penetrating shaft. Just that little touch sent her into pre-orgasmic spasms and she knew she couldn't last much longer. With each piercing thrust, Mir would pause, fully engulfed within her tight channel, and her body reacted by clenching around him.

And then Spiriel heard Myra say something that seemed to drive her warrior into a frenzy. She would later wonder what it meant, and remember to ask about it, but with his forceful reaction, she had no time to form words. He growled an animalistic bellow, like a rutting bull almost, and plunged into her one last time. Spiriel cried out her pleasure as she felt his cock pulse and throb inside her tight sheath. Her own body answered each pulse of his ejaculation with a contraction that squeezed him and seemed to milk the precious seed of life from him.

With his full penetration, Mir's cock head formed a perfect coupling with Spiriel's cervix, and at least the first two ropey spurts of ejaculate splashed directly into the walls of her womb. To her it felt like his hard heat finally was melting within her, hot creamy fluids filling her, and eventually seeping past his member to leak out of her opening. One pearlescent droplet formed on the pointed tip of her lip flap and hung there like a jewel, shimmering against her black skin. From Myra's viewpoint, it accented the tip of the little pink pearl that tipped the stiffened clitoral shaft along the inside of Spiriel's nether lip flap.

Spiriel reached one hand back to Mir's hip, her nails scratching in her passion, leaving red marks as he claimed her totally. Then he pulled his member from her, and spoke to the human girl under her. Spiriel was trembling from the sudden feeling of emptiness after being so filled. Her pleasure spasms had left her shaking too, and for a few minutes she just panted for breath as she recovered.

Mir's hand came to rest on her hip, and she shivered anew at his subtly dominant touch. Something told her it was not over yet, and she looked back at him through the veil of her silky white hair, her eyelids lowered in a sultry stare. He pressed gently but firmly down on her bottom as his other hand spread her cheeks apart, and his thumb circled her rear opening. She stiffened slightly, remembering the way the drow commander had hurt her there, but something in her made her want to trust Mir, and if she was his, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He had promised.

She lowered her hips as his pressuring hand guided her to do. It had the effect of settling her vaginal flap right over the lips of the human girl under her. The little pearlescent droplet of mixed fluids painted over Myra's lips and she licked it off the little pink bead tentatively. Spiriel's head shot back as she gasped, sending the silky hair cascading over her black back in a silvery fount. Mir's deep rumble resonated in her core as he told her to let the human girl give her the 'good kiss'. Spiriel had never been on the receiving end of such a 'kiss' before Mir had introduced her to it the night before, though she was skilled in delivering it herself. But Myra chose that moment to open her mouth and take the pointed tip of Spiriel's lip flap between her own soft lips. She suckled lightly on the gristly little clitoral bud just under that point of flesh and Spiriel went wild.

As timing would have it, Mir's thumb that had been pressing and massaging the puckered ring of muscle around her anal opening was perfectly poised to push inside her as Spiriel reacted to the intense pleasure her oversensitive clitoris was receiving. She bucked up and sat back onto Myra's mouth fully, and the movement drove her back onto Mir's awaiting thumb. The combination of Myra's suckling lips on her clit and Mir's invading thumb in her butt brought a cry from her throat that was raw and guttural with carnal pleasure. Her little hands clenched into fists as she held very still, getting used to the presence of Mir's digit in her rectum all while Myra did her best to drive the drow girl into ecstatic fits.

As the burning pain of the penetration subsided to a tolerable heat, it mixed with the exquisite pleasure that the maid was delivering to her sex. Spiriel's hands flailed out and back, one slender dark palm coming to rest on Mir's broad muscular chest as she turned back to look into his eyes. Her silvery orbs held an expression that was a mixture of apprehension and trust, fear and lust, pain and pleasure, all at once. Spiriel had no words to describe what she felt. But one word came to her lips in a gasp. Although she didn't know what it meant, she knew what it had done. "Stowl-yun!"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Posted by my partner: included here for our readers

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Originally posted by SkyguyRP



Fertilizing Spiriel was possibly the only thing on Mir’s mind. When her sweet voice had stumbled over the world “stallion” it tweaked that reptilian part of his hindbrain that saw a willing female ready to be bred. Mir didn’t know where this had come from, or even why this idea was exciting him so greatly. The subject had come up before but always as an inconvenience or as something to be avoided. He’d learned to appreciate a woman’s bottom from a one such woman looking to avoid a pregnancy and yet here, now, the idea of Spiriel carrying his child... it was uncontrollable. The urge to make it happen was primal and tearing at his conscious thoughts.

He quickly took his manhood in hand, still firm from the excitement of their previous coupling and Myra’s oral attention, and realigned himself with Spiriel’s womanhood and thrust back in. She was still a warm tight heaven but Myra’s spit, her natural lubrication, and much of the seed he’d left in her from their last joining left her copiously slicked up. He could feel her body’s resistance to his intrusion but with how slippery she was it couldn’t stop him. Myra squealed in surprise and delight as he thrust into their drow plaything again and another rush of his seed mixed with Spiriel’s honey coated her lips as she began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the tip of Spiriel’s flap and the underside of his cock.

His large hand could easily splay across her bottom for a good hold even with his thumb still in her ass as his other hand gripped her waist. With her face buried in the sheets she was in the perfect position, lined up to accept him and his first thrust sunk down until he was brushing against her cervix again. She was perfect, she was made for him. Her sheath was tight but not so much that he couldn’t fit, when he was buried in her to the root he just lightly pressed against her cervix. Even her waist was just the right size so he could take hold of her easily and guide her back and forth along his cock.

And it dawned on him, a slowly growing understanding as he thrust back into her. She was his. Sure he’d said it, and meant it, but to what degree Spiriel was his drow was unfolding in front of him. She didn’t deny him anything. She’d willingly drug Myra into their bed and pleasured the girl, she hadn’t protested when he’d mounted her or once when he’d fucked her right into the mattress. She’s let him guide her down to sit on Myra’s face and only let out a little gasp when he’d pushed his thumb into her butt. Instead she’d reached back and begged for more. He didn’t know if she knew the word but the way she’d said it sounded like she wanted more. She trusted him, wanted him, let him do as he pleased with her. She’d slept with him, mated with him, and denied him nothing. She was his, a beautiful willing submission to him that ignited equal parts lust and affection for her. That reptile part of his brain didn’t have the issues his conscious brain did with the idea of owning someone, and it demanded he lay his ultimate claim on her body but his growing understanding of her willing submission was tearing down those moral walls. He didn’t need them with Spiriel. He would take care of her, watch after her, and in return she was his. He wouldn’t hurt her, and she trusted him not to.

It was a revelation that spawned a second. As understanding unfolded in his brain his body responded and unexpectedly Mir found himself grunting, spraying what little of his seed was left deep in Spiriel’s body as he came from the mental stimulation of her acceptance of him alone. His whole body shuddered and shook from the unexpected release and his hand came away from her, including his invading thumb, to grasp the thin wrist of the hand she’d placed on his chest. She was tiny and light and he was able to twist her around and pull her up to his chest. It dislodged his manhood but in that moment he needed to kiss Spiriel. He mashed his lips to hers, possessively claiming them as he rolled over and fell on his back with her clasped against him. The cool air of the room was replaced with a warm wet mouth as Myra latched onto his manhood and began cleaning him before leaving his alone. Spiriel broke from their kiss to coo in pleasure and behind her Mir could see Myra’s wild red hair bobbing behind Spiriel’s ebony haunches.

A gruttal chuckle bubbled up in his chest and Mir let it out, happily laughing between kisses. Something about being with Spiriel just made him happy in a way he hadn’t felt in ages. Myra finished her chores and crawled up beside them.

“I can’t believe you could fit in her,” she said in awe as her small hand found his manhood and squeezed. “And so often, so powerful. I thought you were going to kill her.” Myra said as her hand drifted up over his cock and rested on Spiriel’s haunches. “I never would have imagined a drow and a huma...”

There was a loud banging on the doors, a very loud one. “Myra!” The innkeeper roared.

“Oh gods!” she said, bolting up out of the bed. “My chores!”

“Myra are you in there!?”

Mir rolled Spiriel off him and pulled the covers up over her. He knew she disliked the man and truth be told he was loathe to let another man look at his woman that way. If another woman like Myra wanted to look at her that way... well he was a man after all, he wasn’t about to object.

“He’s going to kill me!” Myra hissed as she gathered up her discarded clothes and started to pull them on, desperate to make herself presentable.

“If he tries just come find me,” Mir said. He had to take some responsibility for the girls predicament. He had, sort of, told Spiriel to do what she did and then gotten involved. His own odd sense of honor felt the girl had made her own choices but if it came right down to it he’d take the heat. Actually he’d happily take the heat and rather than put on his clothes he just waited as Myra got hers on. He only fetched a few gold coins and waited by the door as the servant girl failed spectacularly to disguise what she’d been doing. Most of her clothes were back on but nothing was as it should be and her bright red hair was frizzed out and wild. She hurriedly snatched up her things and headed for the door which Mir opened.

Outside was the innkeeper, his fist raised to slam on the door again but he froze as it swung open and he saw Mir standing there, naked. Mir liked to think that the scent of their activities rolled out behind him as Myra tried to slip by but he caught the girl and turned her towards him, pulling her in for a kiss as he brought the coins up and dropped them down the front of her bodice. Her father stood there dumbstruck as Mir hurried her along with a pat on her bottom and he left the man there, slack jawed and turning a shade of red just as Mir slammed the door in his face and locked it shut.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel gasped aloud at the sudden intrusion into her rectum, but as she panted through the initial shock and pain of penetration, the hot ache soon subsided. She concentrated on relaxing her muscles internally, and within moments had grown accustomed to the presence of Mir's thumb. She was a little scared, searching his face and eyes for some sign of whether he intended to use her as the drow Commander used to. He pushed her down again until her breasts pressed to the mattress once more, leaving her bottom raised in the air, his thumb still stretching her sphincter.

This was it. She was sure that now he would push inside her tight rear hole, and she was certain it would hurt. But she was his, and she would not try to stop him. If he wanted that, she would surrender it to him, all of herself and more. As she looked back at him over her shoulder, her silver eyes held the fear of the pain, but also the complete trust of the man. He brought his large manhood towards her, and as her gaze dropped down to it, she shivered in anticipation. It seemed to her to be massive! Turning to bury her face in the mattress, prepared to muffle her scream, she was surprised when he sunk into the depths of her pussy again instead. She moaned in delight as the feelings of pleasure once again began to build with each of his thrusts.

Her slender dark hand that had been reaching back to his chest, fingertips lightly brushing there as if to hold him back, now caressed his abdomen in encouragement. She didn't want him to hold back now. And he didn't. She heard Myra's delighted exclamation from somewhere under and behind her, and then felt the human girl's tongue licking at the tip of her clitoris just where it emerged at the apex of her vaginal flap. Mir's stroking cock caused the covering hood to rub back and forth over her swollen little pearl of sensitive nerves, and Myra's tongue lapped at it eagerly.

Spiriel moaned and cooed as the combined stimulation drove her ever closer to the precipice of climax. It was such a strange and different kind of feeling to be penetrated by Mir's cock in her sex, and his thumb in her butt at the same time. With the pleasure of their intercourse, she found she was actually enjoying the feeling of being full in both places. She was feeling very good when suddenly Mir's member seemed to swell and throb. Then she was filled again with the pulsing heat and wetness of his ejaculation filling her as he pushed into her to the fullest and held there a moment. Throb after throb of his orgasmic contraction forced each spurt of his fluid into her womb.

She could not take anymore. Her body tensed with a shriek of indrawn breath, held like that just on the edge for a split instant, and then she seemed to contract and shrink around him, her whole body tightening on him hard. Rhythmic contractions squeezed him repeatedly after the first big spasm, each one causing the muscle in her flap to flutter and 'lap' at his scrotum.

She barely had time to understand that she was cumming when Mir seized her wrist and puller her around to his chest, crushing her to him as his lips took hers voraciously. The final tremors of her orgasm seemed to amplify inside her with his kiss, and her head swam with the euphoria of it all. They fell back onto the bed, together in each other's arms. Mir held her against his chest, and her silken hair spread out over him. She had forgotten about the presence of the human girl until she felt a tongue licking between her legs again as some of Mir's semen leaked out of her. She crooned her appreciation of the feelings Myra was engendering in her loins.

Soon, Myra moved up to lay beside Spiriel and Mir, talking excitedly about their joining. Spiriel had a hard time understanding all that the girl said, because the maid talked too fast to catch all of the words clearly. But the little drow recognized Myra saying something about Mir killing her. She blurted out, "No! Mir not kill Spiriel good drow. Spiriel is Mir's helper. Good Kit-ten. Much happy to give good touch to Mir and you-man girl too. You see? Good kees, you like too?"

Myra laughed at the misunderstanding, and squeezed Spiriel's hand reassuringly, nodding her agreement. "Oh yes! I liked the good kiss, Little Dark Girl." She continued to marvel at how Mir could copulate with a drow when there came a loud knock and an angry shout at the door. Spiriel noticed that Myra's demeanor showed alarm, and she herself startled out of the pleasant mood she was feeling at being held and kissed by her warrior. She recognized the voice of the angry fat man on the other side of the door, and when Mir rolled her off him and covered her with the blanket, she shrunk down a little, as if hiding.

It seemed to her that Myra was afraid of this man too, and Spiriel thought she heard the maid say something about the fat man killing her. When Mir went to open the door, she was sure he would bash the fat man's face into something like he had done to the man who grabbed her in the tavern the night before. But he didn't have to; as soon as he opened the door and the fat man saw him, he stopped yelling. Myra slipped out between them, but not before Mir gave her a kiss. Spiriel was concerned that the human maid would be safe. Part of her didn't want Myra to have to go with that fat angry man, but another part of her wanted to be alone with Mir again.

And then the door was shut and locked, and Mir was coming back to the bed. Spiriel sat up and let the blanket fall away, exposing her ebony breasts. She moved over to make room on the bed for Mir, and cozied up in his arms again when he lounged beside her. "You-man girl safe? Fat man, not kill her?"

Mir assured her that Myra would be fine, and she smiled, tracing a dark finger down his chest. She thought of something, and slipped from the bed, padding naked and unabashed across the room, her bare bottom jiggling delightfully with each step as she crossed to the little table with the leftover food, and brought the tray back by the bedside. On her return trip, her breast gave a similar performance as her bottom had before. She sat beside Mir on the bed again, and reached for some of the fruit from the tray. She teased Mir's lips, rubbing the juicy morsel over them and squeezing a little of the tangy juice on them before feeding the bite to him. As she did this, her mouth formed a little 'o' of sympathetic opening until Mir's mouth opened to accept the fruit. She giggled when he would try to catch her fingers in a playful nip.

After feeding him another bite or two the same way, she smiled mischievously and reached for another piece of fruit. This time she leaned back, her eyes locked on Mir's face, and very slowly and deliberately ran the fruit down her cleavage and over the rise of her breast before circling her nipple with it. Then she squeezed the fruit, letting the juices dribble on her peaked bud, now turgid with excitement. Her face registered mock surprise, as if it was an accident. And when she saw Mir smirk, she broke into a grin and slowly lay back invitingly. "Eat, Mir. Good food. Eat....me."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Posted by Skyguy

Mir smiled at Spiriel’s concern for the servant girl. She was proving everything he’d heard about the drow to be wrong. How much of that was her and how much of that was how her people were he didn’t know, but at least she was a sweet girl. “No, she’ll be fine.” he assured her. “Fat man is her father. Angry but not kill.” He wrapped his arm around Spiriel and hugged her to him. “If he hurts her...,” Mir shrugged. He doubted her father would do anything to the girl beyond yell at her, maybe take the gold pieces he’d given to her. The girl certainly hadn’t tried to stop them. If her father did do anything untoward to the poor girl, that was something Mir was used to dealing with. She seemed a nice enough girl; he didn’t want anything to happen to her.

Spiriel seemed to reflect on the news before she slipped out of bed and started to walk across the room. Mir’s eyes latched onto her delicious little bottom as she wiggled her way to the table. One hand absently settled on his manhood and stroked it. He savored the sight of her cheeks but after how hard he’d rutted her a few minutes before his manhood wasn’t rising to the occasion. His imagination was though, and the sight of her ass like that put very naughty thoughts in his head. Thoughts of spreading those two obsidian globes and slowly driving his cock between them, feeling the warm dry heat of her ass as he fucked her bottom slowly... He had no idea how it could happen. Her womanhood was as tight as any other girl’s bottom he’d ever been with, and if his experience was to be believed, a woman’s bottom was always tighter than her pussy. He’d barely been able to get into Spiriel. How he’d turn his imaginings into reality he didn’t know, but he knew just as well he’d find a way, a way they could both enjoy. For now he’d have to settle for the sight of it - which was spectacular - and making her moan with his tongue...not an unpleasant proposition.

When she returned he enjoyed the show, shamelessly stroking himself as her little bust swayed back and forth enticingly. The tray of food she set down intrigued him, but given the surprise she’d given him with regards to Myra he was more than willing to let her have some leeway. His eyes locked with hers as she taunted him with the fruit, keeping it from him and teasing him with it, making him let her feed him. He wasn’t content to be entirely passive though and when she took her fingers away he mock lunged at them, snapping his teeth at her retreating digits. They kept it up until she got that gleam in her eye again.

He watched as she leaned back and took a juicy morsel from the tray. She ran it down her chest, between her breasts, drawing his eyes with her fingers. Mir could see the sticky trail it was leaving as she drug it up the mound of her bosom, the bright orange flesh of the fruit contrasting with her coal black skin. She circled it around her ash colored nipple, teasing it and him. The little nub firmed up under her attentions and it gleamed in the light of the fireplace where the fruit's sticky juices coated it. Then she squeezed the fruit, letting a trickle of juice run down her body. The sweet fluids followed the curve of her breast and the slope of her belly.

Then she laid back on the pillows of the bed.

"Eat, Mir. Good food. Eat....me."

The gods couldn’t have kept him from it unless they struck him dead right that instant. He lunged across the bed at her and his big hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide as his head shot down between them. The juice hadn’t made it this far south but he’d be damned if he’d pass up this opportunity and his tongue found the tip of her flap, flicking at it before he drug it up the front of her flap, over the ridge of clitoral tissue on the inside. He kept going up, across the mound of her womanhood, up to her waist and then to her belly button. His tongue delved into her little indentation, lapping up the sweet nectar that had pooled there before following the slick trail it had left on her flawless skin.

His tongue hardened, tracing the path with rapid little stabs back and forth over her skin until he reached the swell of her bosom. He kept going, swiping his tongue back and forth well beyond the trail of sweet juice that had made the mess on her until he found her tight ash colored nipple where he latched onto it, swirling his tongue around the peak even as he started to suckle at it. What little juice there had been was long gone but he didn’t stop. His free hands found hers and pinned them above her head as he moved over to her other breast, treating it to the same tongue bath and suckling as he’d given the first. He settled between her spread thighs, letting his manhood rest against her most intimate place as he worked her breasts over. He took one tight little peak between his lips, suckling firmly before pulling his lips back and holding on with just his teeth, tweaking it just the slightest before letting go.

He wasn’t done with her though, as he kept her pressed to the bed with one hand and his body as he took another piece of fruit and squeezed the juice into his mouth before smirking back at her and crushing his lips to hers, opening her mouth and letting the juice dribble in around his tongue as he staked his claim over her again.

“I am never letting you get away, my little Kitten.” he growled at her with a wide smile on his lips. “Never.”

The accursed sun finally rose high enough to peek over the tops of the buildings though, and shone into their room. It was half way to midday and he was still in bed, naked, with Spiriel. His body told him this was a perfectly good place to spend the rest of the day but he also knew he needed to get headed north soon. There were supplies and things that needed tending to, and if he wanted to get them done, he needed to get on them. Mir sighed in frustration and pointed towards the window. “Getting late.” He sat up and gave her a smile, trying to reassure her. “Late day, need to do things. Eat Spiriel later.” he said with a wink before he got up and started to get on the clothes he had. “Go shop. Get dressed.”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel giggled as Mir lunged at her in enthusiastic answer to her invitation. As his lips and mouth explored her, her head tilted back, eyes rolling up and the playful giggle was replaced with a sigh of bliss. His strong hands held her slim dark thighs so masterfully, taking control of her body in a way that made what he was doing to her even more exciting. Her fingers slid down through his hair, not so much guiding his lips and mouth on her body, but more like petting him encouragingly.

As his gentle nibbles and sucking kisses traveled up her body, she was soon a squirming, writhing, bundle of excited flesh. His strong hands captured her tiny wrists and pinned her hands above her head, making her back arch slightly. It had the effect of making the dark peaks of her breasts more prominent. She was not large compared to some human women, but for her frame she was well endowed. But in Mir's large warrior's hands, her breasts seemed petite. Still there was more than enough to satisfy, and his lips wrapped around her erect nipple, enclosing it in warmth and wetness. She moaned, a low guttural sound, modulated by her shuddering sigh.

His lips tugged at her nipple sending throbs of sensation through her body. The gentle suction pulled at her sensitive nub, making her arch her back for more, and she cried out when his teeth gently bit her. The nipple slipped free, his teeth scraping her, causing shivers of pleasure to zip up and down her spine. The ripples of sensation were answered by the pulsing of Mir's manhood against her sex.

She didn't think it could be any better, but then he kissed her, sharing the taste of the ripe and sweet fruit juices with her. Their kiss deepened as she sought more of the nectar, and her darting tongue sought out every droplet she could get. Somewhere in the kiss, her craving turned from the fruit taste to craving Mir himself. When he released her lips, his words drove to her core, making her open her silvery eyes and meet his gaze. There was an understanding in them, and a finality that brooked no doubt. Her gaze followed him even after he sat up and began to dress.

She glanced at her slave tunic, now discarded and forgotten on the floor. It was all the clothing she had, but she didn't want to put it on. She slid off the bed and padded nude over to where Myra had left the clothing, searching until she found Mir's hooded tabard, still ridiculously too large for her. But she slipped it on anyway. At Mir's questioning look, she explained, "Spiriel not slave girl for temple now. Mir's helper now. Dress in Mir's clothes. Wear Mir's sign." she said, gesturing to the crest on the tabard.

As if that explained everything, she went to the door, unlocking it, then slipped the hood up before opening it, looking back at her warrior expectantly. She wore no shoes, her bare legs and feet peeking out from under the tabard's hem. The sides of the garment were mostly open, gathered only at the waist with a belt. From the sides, at a certain angle, her naked torso could be seen, and the slit up each side allowed her bare legs to be partially revealed with each step. From the depths of the hood, her smile shone. It contrasted with her dark skin which merged with the shadows cast by the cowl. She looked like some ragamuffin, but she felt like a 'helper'. Mir's helper.