Scales & Spells

The feel of those claws ran so delicately over my skin helped push me over the edge. I muffled my yelping screams in the crook of Marcus' neck as I writhed above him.

By the time I sank back down into my own skin, the water had that cool edge to it that let me know it was about to uncomfortable soon. I raised my head off the half-dragon's shoulder and gave him a lazy, sated smile. "Hello again."
 
I was always surprised by how hard she came and wasn't sure if that was a testament to my skill or just to her... whatever the term would be. My own orgasm hit at the same time as hers and I held her close as I exploded within her, my head spinning from both the force and the heat of the tub.

"Hey," I replied once we were both back in our right minds again. The water was starting to cool and while the tub did have a function to reheat it, it was probably best if we didn't (I fell asleep in a hot spring once for a few hours and almost passed out once I got out). All the same, I couldn't bring myself to stand up just yet - probably because my legs and tail felt a bit like jelly.

I shifted us around until I could stand up with Verrith in my arms; one arm around her back (which isn't as easy as I'd thought, thanks to her wings, but I managed) and the other under her legs. Stepping out of the tub (while praying my legs didn't give out just yet), I used my amulet to retrieve a ring of prestidigitation and used the spell to quickly dry the pair of us. I set her down gently on the bed once I was done and climbed in beside her, kissing her as I did. Part of me was wondering if she was up for more, while another part argued that if we did go again we'd both pass out.

Personally; that's a risk I'm willing to take.
 
Verrith

I couldn't help giggling as he lifted me out of the tub and carried me to the bed. I hadn't been carried since I was a small child, so it was sweet.

By the way he carried me, it was clear that Marcus was looking for a round two and I was up for it until I hit the soft bed and plushier pillows. A wave of exhaustion flowed over me, chasing away the last of the adrenaline of the day.

I blinked sleepily and tried to stifle a yawn. "I think the day just caught up with me, hon. Give me four hours to trance out, then round two?"
 
I smiled as she spoke. To be honest, I'd be a little worried if she wasn't feeling tired after everything.

"Sure, take as long as you like. Feeling a bit tired myself, to be honest." I said as I pulled the sheets over us. Of course, four hours from now would be sometime before sunrise, but the draconic body is surprisingly efficient; a few hours of lost sleep wouldn't really hit me for about a day or so. Of course, even if I was a full-blooded human, how would I be able to stay asleep when a sexy elf is in your bed and feeling frisky?
 
Verrith

I smiled and curled up next Marcus, pleased with the day and very pleased with the evening. The trance slid over me, shutting my body down for essential repairs and rest as I held the dragon-man close.

Four hours on the dot later, my eyes fluttered open. I took a deep breath, nose wrinkling with the sharp scent of cold before relaxing as the rest of Marcus' scent hit me.

Careful not to wake him, I slid from the bed and performed my morning ablutions in silence. The room was dark and the sliver of moon light I could see indicated it was still hours before dawn. The inn below was quiet but the kitchens were busy as far as my elfin ears could tell.

I slipped into a pair of pants and a billowy shirt with a pair of kidskin boots. Marcus seemed to stir as I dressed and I returned to the bed to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm hungry, nothing to worry about. I'll wake you up if you want when I get some food in me. Healing like that takes a lot of en energy out of a girl. I'll be back in a bit."

I slipped away and down the stairs into the main tavern room. A scullery maid with sleepy eyes was cleaning away the last messes of the night (or early morni`ng) and getting ready for breakfast.

"Excuse me," I said and startled the girl. She spun, wide eyed and very awake now. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was wondering if there was anything available to eat right now."

"You're the one what beat that snooty fire elf, miss?"

I smiled and nodded. "That was me. Tricksy bastard deserved it. Why?"

"Well, cooks a hard one to get food out of this early but I happen to know there are some eclairs just made," she said with a strong tinge of hero-worship in her voice. "Would those do?"

My smile widened. "I love eclairs, can you grab me a half dozen? Kicking ass is hard work."

"Be right back, miss," the girl said while giving a brief curtsy. Her brown skirts blew back as she darted to the kitchens. I heard her ask the cook nicely first then downright demand the aforementioned eclairs. Her demands ended with a threat of leaving him alone for breakfast service and he obviously gave in. She returned to the dining room with a woven basket of pastries.

My mouth watered at the sight. "Those look amazing. Can you add it to the room tab? We're in..."

She cut me off. "The big room with the big tub, I know. Not a problem."

"Thanks," I said, taking the basket and heading back upstairs.

I set the basket on the small table in the room and pulled a decanter of wine from my packs. A glass of fruity elfin wine and eclairs before me, I glanced back at the bed. Marcus was starting to wake up.

My stomach rumbled, taking priority over my libido. Daintily I picked up one of the cream-filled pastries and took a bite, moaning softly at the rich taste. Running my tongue down the length of the eclair, I licked away the rich pastry cream that had escaped.
 
I partly woke up before Verrith left the room, and I know I said I can live with a few hours of lost sleep, wanting to is a whole 'nother story (namely one that ends in sleepy grunts followed by rather unusual dreams... that one of two pilotable golems combining was just weird, yet still awesome). I was back to sleep in about a second or two.

Sadly, the sleep didn't last all that long and I was coming to as Verrith came back. I sat up bleary-eyed as I heard a moan from her. Then my mind registered how she was eating that eclair and my libido managed to kick-start the rest of my brain. Of course, then my stomach got the news about the eclairs and it tossed libido out the door before making its usual rumbling demands for attention.

"Well that looks like a healthy breakfast," I joked, stretching my tail to try and get the pins and needles in it to stop (the flaw with extra appendages; much easier to end up sleeping on them).
 
Verrith

I liked a dollop of cream from the corner of my mouth before answering. "I had a lot of exercise yesterday, and last night with more planned before sunrise. I'll work it off."

He raised an eyebrow and snagged one of the eclairs. As he took a bite, cream poured out the sides to land in a splatter down his torso. Before he could reach for a napkin, I held up a hand and said, "Oh no, allow me to clean you up."

Starting at the splatters at the top of his chest, I worked my way down, licking and nipping away the pastry creme with wicked smile as I went lower and lower.
 
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I was a bit surprised by how she planned to clean me up, but in hindsight I should've seen that coming. I was already responding to her actions, but wasn't sure what I should do. My tail stroked her thigh as my hands rubbed her sides. I had an idea of where she was going, but I was drawing a blank on what to do beyond what I was already doing.
 
Verrith

I smiled as he obviously struggled with what to do with his hands I worked my way lower on his belly. I pinned his arms to his side with a grin. "You just stay right there, I'll do all the 'work' for now."

I teased, licking a line down the side of his stomach, nipping ever so gently at that beautiful "V" shaped muscle that only males show. He shivered ever so slightly and I had to give a mock glare when his hands began to move. I raised a single finger and waved it from side to side.

My eyes on his, I slid that single finger down that "V" and ever so delicately across the base of him, trailing it out to the tip. "Stay still. Or you might startle me."

I laid a series of kisses along the path my finger had followed, stopping at the base of him. I looked up again with a wicked smile. "Startle me and I might bite. Now we wouldn't want that, would we Marcus?"
 
Doing my best to keep my arms at my sides in order to play along (I was pretty sure it'd take more than my hands to startle her, but figured she'd just stop if I didn't keep them there), I shuddered at the trail of kisses, my shaft jumping at her touch.

I thought about making a biting joke that referenced my own razor-sharp teeth, but given the circumstances, I think I can be forgiven for not being able to word it.
 
Verrith

There was a look of an almost innocent hope on his face as he bit back what was surely a smart-assed comment. I let my breath glide across him as I returned to where I had stopped my kisses.

Head tipped to the side, I watched his face out of the corner of my eye as I licked a steady line from the base to the tip of his penis. His hands clenched at his side as I ran my tongue around the tip of him, exploring and tasting.
 
I groaned as her tongue slowly made its way along my length, my hands clenching and I was even clenching my wings as I resisted the urge to touch Verrith somehow; my fingers through her hair, my tail along her thigh, anything. It was taking a lot of my willpower not to even move my hips (and believe me; you adventure as long as I have and you either get a lot of willpower or you retire. You can take retire as a euphemism if you want; it works either way).

Sadly, it seems that even a willpower honed from being on the wrong-end of all sorts of lethal magic still isn't enough for this. My tail made its way to her knee, gently touching it before slowly sliding up her thigh. I didn't know if she'd call this off for it, but I was counting on her libido being high enough to make her overlook it. Well, I would've been counting on it if I was able to think that far; a beautiful woman running her tongue along your manhood tends to make forward planning a little difficult.
 
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I looked up at Marcus with a gimlet grin and a sparkle in my eyes. “I suppose you’ve been still enough. Now what to do you with you?”
A backless chair caught my eye and I pulled it over with my foot. “Sit.”
A confused look crossed over Marcus’ face for a moment before he complied. Once he was settled on the chair, I climbed into his lap facing him. In this position, neither of us would have to have our wings compromised. Though it hadn’t happened with Marcus, I knew that post-coital pins and needles in one’s wings could kill any lingering high from the experience.
I leaned into the dragon-man and lowered myself onto him, biting my lip to stifle my moans at the deliciously tight feeling. I shuddered as his hands caressed over my hips to take hold of my butt. A swift rock of my hips and he was deep within me, forcing a whimper through my lips that I muffled into his shoulder. I didn’t want to wake the entire inn.
I felt my wings shift behind me, could feel my feathers sliding along his legs as I moved on top of him. My breathing quickened as we moved together, hips joining until he was so deep inside me I was starting to have difficult telling where he ended and I began.
 
I was a bit disappointed when she stopped whatever magic she was doing with her mouth, and confused when she got me to sit down on the chair she pulled over, but both disappeared once she climbed onto my lap.

I quietly groaned as she lowered herself onto me, grabbing her ass as I was pulled into her tight embrace. My tail came up to rub her back as I felt her feathers brushing against my legs and I started to nibble on her neck to try and keep my own moans from getting too loud.

I did wish for a moment that we could've had a sound-proof room - I've heard of some high-class inns that have a modified Silence spell worked into the walls, but I was pretty sure the Portal didn't have such a luxury.
 
Verrith

A thump on the wall drew me from my post-coital happy place after we'd finished and I sighed. "Time to be up and about for the day, I imagine."

Sunlight was just starting to trickle in through the windows, bright to my elven sight. I leaned back, stretching my arms and wings out. I gave a deep throated purr and cuddled up against Marcus' chest.

"So, what's on the agenda today? I think we pretty well covered ass kickings yesterday," I mused with a grin. "And with the day of to such a wonderful start, Kweshta, I think its only bound to get better. You mentioned a trip home before? Is there anything you need for that?"

Subtly was me this morning. I wanted to go with him, to see his home. To try to find out what had made Marcus the man that he was. The elvin endearment had slipped off my tongue without thought but it made me realize something. That I had no intention of parting ways with this fascinating dragon-man any time soon.
 
I was about to lean back to relax a bit more as Verrith cuddled up to me, but thankfully I remembered that there wasn't a back to this chair. Didn't want to kill the post-sex high by falling over and making an idiot of myself (I'll save those antics for another time).

"Not that I can think of," I replied as I held her, wondering what Kweshta meant (my elven's more than a little rusty), "we could leave today, see more of the city, or maybe have some more fun." I lightly ran a finger down her spine, careful to not let the claw break the skin.

I didn't find it odd she was asking about the trip to Conyberry; she'd said herself that she didn't have a destination in mind and the thought of us going our separate ways just didn't seem likely. Was I in love with her at that point? Probably, but I wasn't sure at the time, all I knew was that it felt right for us to travel together (and the sex wasn't the reason for that... well not one of the main ones at least, more of a side-benefit if anything).
 
Verrith

I shivered under his claw and smiled. The smile broadened as he said we could leave today. I pulled back and looked at him. "Well, unless there's anything else you wanted to do in the city, I'm game for heading out. I have a feeling I've picked up a good dose of notoriety from yesterday's fight. The girl downstairs gave us breakfast for free."

With reluctance, I stood and went to clean up, feeling loose and ready for about anything. "I don't mind attention, I mean with the wings, I had to get used to it. But this kind of 'oh shiny' nonsense is not to my liking."

I felt the necklace around my neck give the slightest of vibrations. "And Turp's ready to come out play again. He gets antsy if I don't summon him often enough. I didn't want to bring him out during the fight if I didn't have to. Are we going to fly to Conyberry?"
 
Using the prestidigitation ring around my wing-thumb, I cleaned myself up as Verrith stood up. Her mention of doing something else in town did remind me of something I'd thought of during her fight last night.

"Yeah, we'll fly there, I'm sure you don't want to teleport into the town square only to throw up." I joked. "There is one thing I want to do before we leave though, but it's up to you whether we do it or not. Remember how you said that a priest told you that you were touched by the gods? Well I don't know if he was right, wrong, or delusional from smoking something in the vestuary, but I think Korana might be able to give you a second opinion on why you have those wings. I'm not saying we have to, but what sort of guy would I be if I didn't at least give you the choice?"

It'd be easy enough to find Korana; she spends most days in the Temple of Oghma, using her free time to either look up stuff for her own curiosity or hitting on other members of the clergy (I swear; she must be part nymph or something... hell; wouldn't surprise me if she was part succubus).
 
A mildly horrified expression crossed over my face at the idea of teleporting into town only to throw up. My luck would be on the mayor or whatever local official they had. "No teleporting."

He brought up being possibly god touched and I sighed. "Well, not the most fun way to spend a morning, being poked and prodded by clerics. But if you're that curious, I guess we can."

I knew what I was- I was an elf with extras, being touched by a deity wouldn't make any difference in my life. Right? I wasn't going to be something different just because a cleric said I was. So it wouldn't hurt.

I'd dressed while working that all out and was all packed up and ready to go when I spoke again. "It won't hurt anything to go see Korana again. She's not going to hit on me again, right?"
 
"Well she shouldn't need to do much poking and prodding, though I wouldn't be surprised if she does just as an excuse to feel you up. And she may hit on you if I don't give her a reason to concentrate on what she's doing." I walked over to one of my bags and started digging around in it. "A healthy donation to the church should get a more professional service out of her and I think I have... yep; here it is." I pulled out an ornate longsword, the hilt of which was designed to look like a scroll.

"Found this a while ago, it was wielded by a near-legendary cleric of Oghma a long time ago. I meant to drop it off at the temple when we got into town, but I got a little... distracted." I gave her a knowing look as I used my amulet to pull clothing out of my bag.

"I'll duck down stairs and settle the bill," I said as I pulled on my flight cloak - I'd be needing it to keep up with Verrith, "Won't be a minute."

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We were soon at the Church of Oghma, a towering building with the God of Knowledge's symbol - an unrolled, blank scroll - worked marvellously into the wall above the door. This early in the morning the place was rather quiet, apart from various members of the clergy carrying books and scrolls back and forth. "Huh, wonder what's going on."

"Idiots summoning air elementals and losing control of them." I spun with a cry of surprise to find Korana standing right next to me with an annoyed look on her face. She can be too damn sneaky sometimes. "The whole east repository's been trashed and we've been working since before dawn to try and get the place cleaned up and repair the shelving - some of which is gonna have to be outright replaced. Ugh, this is gonna be a bad day, I know it."
 
“Me, distracting? Never,” I said with a mischievous grin. I was a few steps behind Marcus heading down the stairs; gear all packed away, dressed back in my mithral armor and ready for anything. My bow was unstrung in a quiver on my shoulder (I’d never trust an elf fighter without a bow of some sort), swords at my side.

We found the Church in chaos with the why supplied by Korana. I rolled my eyes at the idiot who’d summoned the air elementals. “Messing with elementals is not a mild thing. I trust the fools are paying for the repairs?”

“If they weren’t dead, they would be,” Korana said with a growl.

I nodded sympathetically. “I can understand the frustration. I guess you’ll be busy for most of the day, huh?”
 
"Not me," Korana said, stretching, "I'm off home; I've been working my butt off trying to clean this place up all night til more of the priests got here to help out. Didn't get a wing of sleep all night. She never actually finishes saying the last word as it turns into a big yawn about a syllable in.

"Though if I had to guess; I'd say you were almost thankful I wouldn't be able to help you guys." Despite her bedraggled state, I could still see that her eyes were sharp and the lack of sleep hadn't dulled her intelligence at all.

"Well we actually came for two things, the first was to give this as a donation," I produced the sword I'd shown Verrith before leaving and handed it to Korana.

"You-" she replied in shock, "You found the Blade of Gadaved?! And you didn't mention this last night?! You know; I really should've seen that reaction coming.

"Sorry, sorry; I'd completely forgotten about it by then."

Korana sighed. "Well; if you brought something like this, you must be asking for a big favour."

"I can't just be donating to the church?"

"The only church you donate to willingly is Tymora's. Just tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do."

"Well we were wondering if you might take a look at Verrith," I noticed a certain glint in the small woman's eyes, "a professional look. A priest she saw once said she was touched by the gods or something."

"Well that's a moronic way of putting it." she said bluntly, as though she already knew the answer. "He's right; but saying it like that's just gonna get people thinking your a hack-job of a priest who's missing a few marbles.

"While I was shifting some of the tomes around last night, I was curious about you,"
she was addressing Verrith now though she gave a quick glance at me - no doubt to stop the smartass comment that was about halfway up my throat by then - , "so I flipped through some of them as I moved them. I ruled out avariel pretty quick; there were a lot of other things about you that most humanoids don't have - subtle things though; easily overlooked." She was pacing back and forth between us as she explained.

"Some of that guy's attacks didn't pierce your skin as badly as they should have, or what would've left a cut was undamaged. You're body's naturally resistant to damage somehow and your skin seems to have similar armouring properties to Marcus' scales - though certainly not to the same degree.

"You're stronger, more agile and more durable than any elven adventurer I've known - and I've known a lot, believe me. You're not that much above them, but it's still noticeable if you pay attention. Do you ever remember being sick at any point in your life?"
 
Verrith

"I've been poisoned," I said, tilting my head to the side. "I think I had the sweating sickness when it went through as a kid... but I don't remember, it was long ago."

I thought for a moment about what she had said. "I know I'm sturdier then a lot of elves, but I grew up pretty rough and tumble. And blew myself up a lot."

They both looked at me funny and I bit my lip before answering. "My aunt, the mage, wanted me to be a wizard, kept trying to teach me spells. Me casting something as simple as an acid arrow nearly burned down our tree. She finely realized that I'm a different type of caster. My magic is... funny. Spells work strangely on me sometimes. And teleportation makes me sick to my stomach."
 
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