The Great Unknown (Closed)

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The coastal town of New Haven on the as of yet unnamed continent had only been settled within the last week because it had only become accessible within the same time period. A strange glowing portal floating above the bordering sea was the only passageway into the realm. A connecting portal had appeared two weeks earlier in the Inner Sea region.

The portal, situated in the middle of the Varisian Gulf, did not allow any passage by boat. The first airship to go through foundt the coastal town completely abandoned. Everywhere were signs that the inhabitants left in the middle of a meal, leaving everything behind. Thick layers of dust had covered everything, although it is unclear when the town was abandoned. A large barrier wall of an as of currently known stones had been erected around the coastal town in a massive horseshoe shape. There signs of struggles, blood splattered as different places in the town.

The first arrivals to the coastal town were a small group of adventurous settlers, a handful of soldiers, and a hired mercenary to get things going.

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The Prancing Pony, the town's only tavern up and running, was quiet for the most part. The idea of exploring had been a wonderful idea for Thartux, the lone dragonborn mercenary that had been hired as part of the exploration group. He did get to do a little exploring around the town, but it was mostly just forest and he didn't go but a couple of miles in any direction. He wasn't scared, he was just being paid well to protect the town till the next airship came in with more supplies and manpower.

His yellow eyes wandered around the large room at the rest of the crowd. It was really only a couple of soldiers, the blacksmith, guard captain, and a bard there as well. The bard was strumming away on his lute singing some heroic ballad that no one was really listening to. The others were at a larger table, laughing and playing cards to pass the time.

His eye did glance towards the ceiling where several long tubes set into metal housing of some sort gave off the illumination for them. He had no idea how the things worked, only that they did and were so much better than candles or torches. It wasn't quite a homely feeling, but it was easier to see by.

His large hand wrapped around the metal mug the tavern owner had found left by the former inhabitants, now filled with stout ale. He took a long drag of the amber liquid before relaxing in his chair. It was about time for the next airship to arrive, that evening in fact.

"I wonder if I can finally get relieved from this stupid guard duty when more manpower shows up."

He spoke to no one in particular, although he did lift his free hand when the old man came through the door that lead into the kitchen.
 
Moirin wondered why this new world she had stumbled into felt so heavy and oppressive. While she had known much darker places in Faerun that sapped her magic, it never felt as pervasive as this world, whatever it was. The High Priestess in Sune's temple had tasked her to accompany the latest ship to pass through the portal, partly for her healing skills and to see if a temple would be welcomed in the area.

Why the High Priestess would want her, all 4 feet 9 inches, barely out of her novice training to start a temple in a new territory was beyond her, but the blond woman only smiled her enigmatic smile. Her own red hair and brown eyes were an odd combination, and usually didn't get any exceptional favors from other men and women looking to join the priesthood of Sune.

She had casted the usual detect evil spells and a lot of other buffs just in case they came into a very hostile area, and she never scrimped on protecting party mates. While she was used to those spells, she felt unnaturally tired afterwards, and had to beg off sleeping in the strange quarters they provided for the adventurers there. Since she was one of only two females, she had the quarters all to herself as the other human archer who was with them.

She felt so tired after their first foray into the area that she needed to lie down. Thinking a rest would help her recharge, she quickly fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up and be unable to summon much magic. Her blessings from Sune were quite intact, so she wasn't completely useless but outside of her goddess' favors, she did not have much in her.

What was happening?

She walked slowly to the tavern, where she could grab her meal and figure out what was wrong with her. If another airship had come in, she could hopefully ask a fellow magic user or healer if they had any solutions to her problem.

She sat down at one of the tables, not really minding anyone else, but noticing the large dragonborn warrior she had with her on their traipse through the forest yesterday. She thought to meet his eyes, but he waved at a man going into the kitchen.

She nursed a cup of coffee slid to her while she pouted and began to read the book of spells the High Priestess gave her, and decide if a healing spell on herself was worth the depleted magic. Her skin felt hot, but she didn't have a fever. A low throb settled on her abdomen, and she felt like she needed to rub herself against something warm while at the same time too tired to even think of going on an adventure.

By the goddess, what was going on?
 
Though he had felt the slight change in the temperature for a moment when the door had opened to the tavern, Thartux didn't look that way yet. He was looking forward to the large plate of food he had just ordered with the wave of his hand. As his hand laid back on the table, he took a long swig of his ale before looking around the tavern once more. This time he saw that Moirin had sat down a couple of tables away.

Red eyes took in the small form, though she had leaned her head down to study her spell book. He recognized her from the day before, but he had also seen her flitting around the town from time to time on some little errand of her own. He gave a little smirk for a moment before pushing back in his chair and standing up to his full seven foot height. His wings shifted from being draped over the back of his chair to folding like a long cloak behind him. Picking up his ale in one hand, he walked over towards the priestess.

He walked behind Moirin, his large free hand lifting up and laying on top of her head for a moment. It wouldn't be hard to imagine that he would probably be able to squeeze her head within his grip, but instead gently caressed the top of her head before moving past her to take the seat beside her.

"I've seen you flitting around, but never got the chance to talk to you. The name it Thartux. I hope I am not intruding."

He knew he probably was, but that didn't stop him at this point. It was a moment later that the tavern owner came out with a large platter that had a large chunk of ham on it. The old man seemed confused for a moment at not seeing the dragonborn at his table before spotting where he had moved to.

"Enjoy your supper sir."

The tavern owner gave a little smile as he put the platter down in front of Thartux before going to attend to the other men.
 
Moirin was frantically searching for a spell that could be used to alleviate some of the fatigue, unaware that a very tall dragonborn was behind her. She only became aware when she felt the contact of his hand on her head, and it suddenly made her feel quite calm, and a little better.

Skin contact, she told herself in her mind, even before she looked up at him and watched him take a seat next to her.

But just as the fond gesture made her feel better, his proximity began to do something different to her, and she could not place it at the moment. The heat in her body intensified, and her core felt incredibly heavy, and a curious tingling had begun to bloom from her groin.

"I've seen you flitting around, but never got the chance to talk to you. The name it Thartux. I hope I am not intruding."

"Oh! Yes, it was remiss of me not to introduce myself, Sir. Please call me Moirin. And you're not intruding at all." she bit her lip softly, and surreptitiously slipped the book of spells she was reading back into her pack. Her hands sought something to hold, and clasped the cup of coffee she had as Thartux's food arrived.

He was so very tall next to her, and she always thought the dragonborn a blessed lot for their arching, magnificent wings. If she didn't feel as poorly as she did at that moment, she would have enjoyed admiring a pair of leathery wings so close to her, but an inexplicable desire to reach out and touch them made itself known in her skin. She clasped the cup tighter to remind herself that that wasn't very polite.

"Was there something you needed, Sir?" she asked him, hoping she didn't sound dismissive, it was just that every moment passing sitting next to him was too intense, and she shivered beneath her healer's robes.

"Did any of my spells have adverse effects on you? Or did you need some healing before stepping out? I'm not slated to join the exploration party today, though." she didn't remember any other healer on this side of the portal, though, so she highly doubted there would be a party leaving today unless they were stocked up on scrolls.
 
He gave a little grin and a small dismissive wave at her questions about needing any healing from her.

"No, I am doing fine in that aspect. However, in reference to your question about the exploration, I was going to make a request. The next airship is slated to arrive tomorrow morning, so there should be more people coming along to reinforce this town."

He picked up the piece of ham and took a large bite of it before chewing slowly. After a few moments of eating, he swallowed it before grinning once more.

"I was planning on splitting this place to strike out, as it's getting pretty boring just sitting here. I was hoping you would come along with me. What do you say?"

He picked up his ale and took another swing of his drink before placing the mug back down. He knew he had in a sense, volunteered her to go with him. He figured she was probably feeling the same way and it would probably be fitting to do something besides just sitting around. Behind him, his tail whisked slowly back and forth like a cat's. occasionally lifting up to bump against her ass. The chairs weren't fancy, built of a light metal. The back of the chair was made so a small square piece of wood was covered in cloth fabric to rest against the back, leaving a hole between the seat of the chair and the small backing. A cloth covering was on the seat, filled with cotton to offer some comfort.
 
The soft rumble of this male dragonborn's voice was doing something peculiar to her skin. It was as if just hearing his voice promised something important to her, and her whole body ached to lean towards him.

She wasn't feeling particularly hungry, so the light meal of bread, cheese, and fruit set in front of her was a completely different experience from what Thartux was having. Still, with her body out of whack and her powers not working properly, eating as much as him may prove a solution she hadn't explored.

"I was planning on splitting this place to strike out, as it's getting pretty boring just sitting here. I was hoping you would come along with me. What do you say?"

Moirin's eyes widened at his request, and an initial panic overcame her at the prospect of leaving the outpost. She wasn't in good shape, even if nothing seemed different about her outwardly. If she was feeling like herself, she would say yes quickly, as long as she knew that another healer or support would arrive with the next airship. It would be highly irresponsible and a stain on the Sune priesthood if she left the outpost without a healer.

But she wasn't much of a healer right now, was she?

Technically, the correct action would be to return to Faerun and tell the High Priestess about her predicament, but it would be such a waste of time and resources to do so. The easiest solution would be to find out why she was depleted of magic as time went by while she was here--but without letting anyone know that she was only worth a few more scrolls and only the basic healing.

Thartux was only one person she had trick, but then she'd be putting them both in danger if he thought she could cover his back.

What a dilemma.

She was about to say no, as lying to a person who trusted her with his life was completely taboo, when she felt something behind her. The same sensation she felt when he laid his hand on the top of her head returned, but this time, it traveled up her bottom to her spine, and spread like liquid gold up her neck. She couldn't help but let her head fall back for a moment and gasp.

Oh, what was that..? Please don't stop...

She remembered herself, and for some reason, felt the a trickle of magic return. A sliver really, not enough for any more spells--but it meant something.

Moirin tried to compose herself, but it was difficult now, she realized. She glanced swiftly behind the chair to see the Thartux's tail casually swaying against her, perhaps a force of habit. She hadn't been around a lot of dragonborn to know if it meant anything.

Since he seemed unfazed, she supposed it didn't.

Still, her problem remained albeit with a ghost of lead. It would be foolish to not pursue this, but she truly loathed tricking anyone, even if it was for her own benefit.

"I...I'm honored you would ask me to come with you." only when she turned fully towards him did she realize he was so tall, and looked quite attractive with the color of his scales and the shape of his jaw and snout. She felt herself blush madly.

"But, I truly can't go unless the new airship brings in another healer--that would be irresponsible of me. And..there is something you must know." she took a deep breath and laid a loose fist on the space between her clavicles.

"When you're done eating, I can tell you in private. Until you know, you may not want to have me along at all." she looked up at him, her face a bit sad even as each light sweep of his tail made her feel less anxious and fatigued. Her small, elfin face signaled worry, her soft bottom lip forming a small pout.
 
He continued to eat the ham mouthful by mouthful as he watched her, waiting on her answer to his question. He did raise an eye ridge for a moment at her little gasp and having her head fall back for a moment. It was an odd reaction to him, never having someone answer his question in that way before.

It took him a moment to realize why she had possibly done it when she glanced behind herself towards the tail that was smacking her. Feeling a bit of ham juice dribble from the corner of his mouth, he used his left hand and to reach up and wipe the liquid away, hiding the little smirk as he realized hitting her ass was the reason for her surprise. He did have control over the movements of his tail, but it did also have a 'mind' of it's own most of the time.

He lifted his mug from the table and drained it as he heard her words of agreement, finding that he enjoyed the sweet sound of her voice. He also enjoyed the little reaction she was getting from him hitting her with his tail, but since she had not complained about it, he let things go as they were.

"That's fair enough for me. I had not planned on leaving this place without enough protection..The airship is supposed to come tomorrow morning so we can go and meet it to see who was brought in."

At the word protection, the dragonborn pointed a claw in the direction of the laughing guards over at another table for a moment before lowering his hand to the table. He leaned back in the chair a little as he took in the smaller healer with his red eyes, taking her in slowly. He was happy she was so easy to look at, happy with the choice he had made.

"Alright, just let me finish and I will follow you."

He smiled and nodded before finishing off the last bite of ham. He laid the bone back down on the empty platter before standing up fully, motioning for her to lead the way.
 
For some reason, the motion of his tail made her feel better, even if it did involve fleeting touches. There wasn't the draining feeling of fatigue, but there was a thread of change dangling there. She had to follow it.

She forced her mind to shift away from focusing on the motion of his tail, but that was extremely difficult. And she suspected starting to become impolite of her. But could he blame her if he knew?

What was she going to tell him anyway? That she couldn't heal? That she was useless? Or that she possibly wanted that tail to wrap around her so she could...

She shook herself out of the veil that seemed to descend on her, and when she saw Thartux stand, she decided to take him a little ways towards the borders of the settlement, where a large tree provided beautiful dappled shade as a cool breeze wafted.

The loss of contact with his tail only solidified her decision to tell him, and she took a deep breath before she looked up into his face.

"I can't recover magic here." she said, trying not to let the wild beating of her heart or anxiety show. "The last jaunt we had sapped me dry and I've slept and meditated but outside of my blessings from Sune, I don't have any spells left on me."

She realized what a risk she was taking, but what could they do to her? At worst, if this attractive dragonborn would tell others, they'd send her back or just keep her in the settlement. At best, he'd be sympathetic and maybe even try to help her! But with his selfishness a little evident from how he asked her to strike it out on their own, that was less likely.

"So, you may not want to have me with you, actually. But I had to tell you. I'm working on finding out why I'm like this and...I have a lead, actually." her eyes slanted towards his tail, but only briefly, and she made sure to not look at it pointedly, as a blush stained her chest and cheeks.
 
As he followed after the smaller female, Thartux did let his eyes rove over her body every now and then. He enjoyed what he saw, finding that he probably made the best choice, even if it was currently his only choice for the time being.

He didn't say anything for a few moments as she spoke of her predicament, finding it a different one to have to deal with. It sounded liked some sort of curse to him, but nothing like he had ever heard of in his time adventuring. It was one that he thought would be interesting to get to the bottom of. He wondered if all magic users were going to be afflicted by it, or just her.

When she finally finished speaking her, it didn't take much to notice her blushing and where she was looking. He gave a little grin before reaching up and placing his large hand on top of her head once more.

"That is a truly odd predicament to find yourself in. It's not exactly one I've ever heard of happening on a permanent basis. Well, in rare cases. How is this then? We'll greet the airship tomorrow to see if there are any newcomers we can pawn off the town protection duty. If there are, we can strike out to see what this new land has to offer and perhaps find a cure for your 'problem'. If there is anyone new, we can always wait till the next batch arrives."

His hand gently caressed her head, his claws scraping lightly against her skin for a few moments as he looked at her for her answer.
 
Moirin was glad that she didn’t detect any blame or danger from the Dragonborn warrior when she told him about her problem. She decided to omit the fact that the lead for her solution was essentially him, but that could come out later.

She was surprised that he still wanted to bring her along to his exploration, and simply nodded when he said they would wait for the upcoming airship. While she didn’t detect a double cross, she may be too weak to sense anything. He might even take up with one of the healers on that ship if they presented better than her.

She frowned a bit, but it’s not like she had anything to offer at this point

Then a large, heavy hand was laid on her head, his claws slightly caressing her scalp, and she forgot all the possible scenarios that were going in her head. She couldn’t stop it—she whimpered and her eyes fell closer as her head moved to increase skin contact.

It felt like heaven. Oh please right there.

To Thartux, the small, red headed elf with brown eyes seemed to thoroughly enjoy his claws in her hair, and she almost snagged against her weapon as she seemed to chase the friendly touch on her head. But if she kept this up, there wouldn’t be anything friendly about how she felt soon.

In the tavern, his touch with his tail was nonchalant and lacked intent. But this one was meant, and her body seemed to act like a moth to the light at his touch. She already felt better; still not enough to replenish spells, but enough to not feel like crap.

“I’m sorry but...please don’t stop.”
 
He raised an eyeridge for a moment as the priestess began to respond, well, almost hungrily to his touch. It wasn't something he was really expecting to happen like this. He figured she would have done something to move away from him or try to bat his hand away. He never quite understand the actions of females, their reactions so widely varied. However, it didn't bother him in the slightest.

"If you don't want me to stop, then I won't."

He chuckled softly as he watched how she was trying to snuggle into his hand like a little kitten. It was very adorable to him.

"Just like a kitten."

He grinned softly as his claws continued to lightly caress the top of her head for several seconds. Just to see how she would react, he spread his fingers wider so that his claws stroked gently along the base of her ears and along the back of her head. It was a little strange to him that she was acting like this, but he foundt it interesting as well. It was something to explore, a strange priestess in a strange land.
 
The low rumble of his voice didn't help her pull back from how inappropriate this was to a man she had just met. Then his claws ran enticingly along her ear and the back of her head, and she let her head fall back against his fingers, exposing the length of her delicate, pale neck to him and gasping.

Her hand came up to grasp his forearm, and she was panting hard. This, this was it. This was the answer to her problem. The more she leaned into him, the more it felt like she had rested, that enough contact would replenish her magic. But for how long? How much? How to tell him without seeming like...like she was taking advantage of him?!

And after he asked her to accompany him. She'd be such a disappointment, and a stain on the reputation of Sune priestesses everywhere.

She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out, then used the hand holding onto his arm to gently pull away, and already she felt tired again, but not as tired as she did when she woke up.

Skin contact. I just needed skin contact.

"I...I'm sorry, Thartux. That was very inappropriate." her eyes widened when she saw her grip on his arm was quite hard and needy too, and she pulled her hand back.

She took a deep, steadying breath. His tail and his claws helped immensely at least in alleviating the fatigue. "I...I think I may have found a solution to my problem..but it involves something you may not like."

She looked up at him, hoping he would agree to her request, and hear her explanation. "I didn't know how to handle my problem actually, until you approached me in the tavern." Her eyes drifted to the tail at his back and his clawed hand, that she seemed to crave even more. She swallowed.

"I was not fit for travel or adventure when you saw me a while ago. I had no spells and felt extremely tired. But when you sat next to me and your tail...It made me feel better. And your hand--on my head." she was suddenly panicking, knowing how her explanation sounded preposterous.

"Anyway, I concluded that physical touch may be a way to help me recover now. Perhaps there is something in this new area that affects magic in such a way that a special method is required to recover, and that's how I thought to tell you, since you asked me to accompany you. It wouldn't be fair, you see, to say yes when I wasn't feeling well. You don't have to help me with this, Thartux, and I understand if you would want to wait to speak to another healer when he or she comes in the airship. So...So that's that and I really appreciate you helped me with this."

She couldn't meet his eyes now, and she felt wholly embarrassed, but hoped a little that he would think to help her until he found a better healer. At least then she wouldn't have to go around like the freshly risen undead anymore.
 
He was finding the whole ordeal very interesting to say the least. He knew that everyone enjoyed attention from others, even when the right spot was found to give pleasure. He tilted his head a slight bit as he watched her head fall back into his hand, a look of bliss on her face. Though he was sure she was probably unaware, her scent seemed to become a little more pronounced and sweeter. He couldn't quite place the scent, but it lingered in the air as she slowly extracted herself from the attention.

He did flex his hand for a moment as she clung to his arm before she pulled away quickly. He laughed for a moment as she tried to make her case about what just happened. He lowered his arm to his side as he leaned back against the tree, listening to her. He was silent as she spoke, finding that he liked it as well as her lingering, but fading scent. When she finally finished, he straightened up and shook his head.

"There is no reason look down upon this whole situation. Granted, you were dealt a bad hand at having your ability to replenish your mana by coming here. It was a wonderful thing to be among the first to step into this new land and be able to spread your fame to new heights."

He reached forward and placed two claws gently beneath her chin, tilting her face up so he could look at her brown eyes with his red ones.

"I already said I would come with you and help you to overcome this little curse of yours. I will not go back upon my word and dishonor my name. This is all part of the grand adventure we adventurers are searching for, is it not?"
 
Moirin thought she would have to make her exit soon enough, and that she would just see the very tall dragonborn warrior when the airship comes in the next day, but she suddenly looked up when he said that he wanted to help her.

"R-really? You'll help me?" she ended up blushing, as she thought that it was incredibly kind of him to help her even if they hadn't even spoken a word before this.

The moment his hand came in contact with her chin, she felt warmth suffuse her, and she began to pant softly, biting her lip to try stopping herself from being weird even after he said he'd help her.

It would be highly inappropriate, and might even be considered taking advantage of Thartux, but if she was to survive, they needed to get at least her fatigue relieved. So far, her only lead was that he had to touch her. Just his fingertips were doing wondrous things to her, and she needed more.

She needed him to touch her.

"Thartux..I..I also think I know how to get better." she gasped out, the tips of her breasts stiffening beneath her priestess robes, and her skin becoming more sensitive by the minute. Her pupils dilated, and she tried to not be completely invested in the feel of his scales on her skin.

"C--can you touch me more?"
 
He did blink for a moment at her surprise of him helping her to break this curse she had. He was pretty sure he had made it obvious from the start that he was going to help her, but it seemed almost as if she wasn't quite understanding him fully. After all, if she was going to be of any real use to anyone, she was needing to be broken of this ailment.

He did smirk a little as she seemed to finally understand that he was being truthful in his promise, and she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

"Touch you more? I would be happy to touch you more."

His fingers shifted beneath her chin, spreading out to clasp softly over her throat. His claws grazed lightly against her slender throat as his touch was cool against her warm body. He didn't try to choke her, but rather massage along her neck.

He moved closer to her before moving around behind her, his hand remaining upon her neck. As he came fully behind her, his other arm slipped around her waist as he pulled her back against his taller form.

"How much do you want to be touched?"

He smiled as he whispered gently in her ear, his breathe hot against her skin. He mmed for a moment as he inhaled her scent deeply, closing his eyes as he rumbled against her almost like a kitten purring.
 
She felt the air vibrate around her with each step Thartux took towards her, and the warmth of his hand on her throat felt more like a lifeline than a threat. No one had ever touched her there, and the feel of his large hand, claws and scales made her knees weak.

She whimpered needily even as she felt the large dragonborn male move behind her, and when she felt him pull her towards him, her boots lifting slightly off the ground, she was lost. She let out another whimper, her hand coming up behind her to clasp at the back of Thartux's neck.

"P...Please...Everywhere." she managed to moan as the feel of his snout against her cheek chased virtually all the fatigue away--but she needed more. If she only knew where the the magic of his touch came from, she's press her face and her whole body against it for a year and a day. She let her head fall back, exposing more of her throat to his hand, the motion making her priestess robes gape slightly, revealing more of the swell of her breasts if he would look down.

"You make me feel better...please don't stop." she asked sweetly, her head turning to sniff him, searching for the source of his touch-healing magic, if there was any. His voice vibrated, and she felt it all the way down to her core and at the tips of her breasts.
 
"It would be my pleasure to touch you everywhere."

He smiled for a moment before licking his tongue along her soft cheek for a moment to taste her. He continued to give a low growl as he enjoyed the taste of her before running his tongue softly and teasingly over her earlobe.

Being so close to him, it wouldn't be hard to pick up the slight tingle of smoke from his body. It was a smell that flowed from him naturally. His scales and touch weren't very hot, but it was slightly cooler due to them being in the shade and the feel of the wind blowing gently past them.

Since he wouldn't be able to truly explore her by holding her up from the ground with his one hand, he lowered her so that her boots were flat on the ground. His hand remained around her neck, gently squeezing and massage on her soft skin. He found the feel of her to be very wonderful, something he wanted to do all the time.

"Mmm, you taste and feel so wonderfully my beautiful priestess."

His grip around her waist loosened before his hand went to her right breast over the robe. His large hand enveloped the soft mound of flesh before squeezing deeply. His hand kneaded on her breast over the robe before he grinned a little. He reached down to the sash of her robe and pulled it open so her rope fell open as well.

His tail swung forward, wrapping up along her left leg till the tip was resting along her inner thigh just short of her velvety folds. His hand went once more to her breast, squeezing deeply as his claws scarped gently on her flesh.
 
The tongue on her cheek was pure electricity, and Moirin found herself leaning into his snout, desperate for contact now. Not only was the feeling of extreme fatigue completely gone, but it felt as if she was wading in a pool of pure magic, and the answer to her problem was to leave the edge and keep sinking to the bottom.

So that's what she did.

She let her hands run along his shoulders, feeling the shift of his scales and filling her breath with the smell of brimstone and smoke coming from him. She let out a little sound of disappointment when he set her down, but turned into appreciation when he squeezed her full, high breast. He was much taller and bigger than her, and she had to stand on her toes to reach up and feel the back of his neck.

"Oh, Thartux...Please.." she moaned softly, feeling something wrap around her leg, and she looked down to see the tail that started her on this path wrapping up her pale, creamy thigh, the tip going high, until it settled dangerously against the juncture of her thigh and mound.

She felt the rest of the new world fade away, uncaring whether her robe gaped for all the settlement to see if they happened upon her and the dragonborn male. She raised the other leg, hooking it around Thartux's leg behind her as he pulled her flush against his warmer body.

She arched into his claws, trembling softly as things became more heated between the two of them, her tiny elven body leaning everywhere into his touch.
 
He licked his lips at the way she melted against him, enjoying the way he was treating her. He had also been surprised at how quickly she had succumbed to him, but this was an extreme situation to same the least. If this did turn out to be what she needed, the dragonborn wondered if she would stay with him or decide to head off for another. Well, that was something for another time.

His claws scraped gently along the tender flesh of her captured breast. They moved up and down the length of her breast in small lines as his palm pressed against her stiff little nub. He could feel the rise and fall of her breathe beneath his touch as well. His other claws scraped lightly up and down her taut stomach, but not enough to leave any marks. He didn't want to hurt her yet.

He licked his lips as he looked down at her, pressing against him as she trembled and enjoyed what he was doing to her. His hand switched between her breasts, looking the feel of them. He continued to tease for a little longer before he licked his lips.

"I think it's time I really taste you."

He released her from his grasp and turned her around to face him, his tail continuing to stay wrapped around her pale, creamy, thigh as he did so. He reached down between her legs, his right hand wrapping over her slick mound and soft ass. He lifted her up into the air easily, putting her with reach of the lowest tree branches to hold on for support. With his other hand, he laid each of her legs on either shoulder before pulling her crotch to his face.

He held her in place as his slender tongue came out, lapping along her slick folds to gather more of her sweetness. He parted her folds gently with two fingers, slowly exploring along her folds and clit.
 
Moirin felt drugged, as if her goddess' hand had touched her brow with every sweep of Thartux's claws and she had no choice but to turn her head into that touch or risk losing this connection that replenished her--still nowhere near her usual power level but at least her cup of magic wasn't empty any longer.

She arched into his hand, her legs parting as his tail held her steady and his claws scraped sweetly against the creamy skin of her breast. Behind her, his armor blocked any sort of contact with the scales on his torso and she ached to feel more of the dragonborn heat that bore this sort intoxicating smoky scent.

"Thartux..." she moaned softly, hoping that her voice didn't carry with the wind, as there was no way she could stop now. This was a matter of survival--it just felt so good. His tail on her thigh felt like bands of warmed rope, holding her open. And she didn't even protest when he turned her, arching into him and letting his strength lift her by her mound high onto his shoulders.

The pressure when did, though, almost undid her. Something was forming deep in her core, a pulsing sweetness that promised untold sensation as if it was only waiting to be freed. "Thartux!" she cried out, trying to find somewhere to hold onto as she was laid sweetly open to his snout, her tender thighs framing his head.

And that pulsing sweetness began to spread, when his tongue met her slick folds, and she could do nothing but hold one hand onto a branch above her head, the other one laying on the top of his head. She trembled, and her toes pointed in pleasure as the wet pressure increased with his fingers now, and she fought to balance.

"Oh, please...What are you doing...?" she moaned, her dark hair falling about her as her body couldn't get enough of what the male warrior was doing, her tiny form seated on his shoulders in the lewdest possible way.

She panted heavily, the cup of magic and desire seemingly one for the moment, and she kept moaning his name as her thighs shook, his tail and hand steadying her ass. Moirin was completely tangled onto his snout, and she couldn't escape even if she wanted--which she didn't.

But she still wanted more of his touch. She wanted more of him, every scale she could feel against every inch of her skin.
 
Though Thartux didn't use much magic himself, he had learned how to do a bit of bodily shape-shifting with himself. It wasn't anything grandiose like shape-shifting into other animals or the like. He did hone his ability to be able to shrink or expand every part of his body into a way that was more beneficial to the task at hand. Though he did wear armor, he didn't fully rely on crafted armor completely. He currently wasn't wearing crafted armor, but had changed the scales over his chest and legs to form a solid plate-like design that matched what he looked like underneath. The loin cloth that covered his crotch was also made of scales.

Although she had tried to ask him what he was doing, Thartux didn't bother to answer her. He knew she would figure it out soon enough. He was enjoying tasting of her sweet juices as they coated his tongue. His yellow eyes looked upwards at her, watching and feeling her writhe against him.

A claw on one of the fingers of the hand holding her up slowly retracted before he pressed the fingertip against her virgin asshole. He didn't penetrate her yet, merely running his fingertip back and forth over the puckered hole teasingly.

His tongue soon pressed between her slick folds, penetrating into her slick passage. His warm tongue explored along her walls before probing deeper. He soon pressed his tongue against her hymen for a moment, gently caressing over it before slowly pushing through it. As he pushed his tongue further up into her fertile womb, his tongue expanded to press open her hymen as well.

He growled against her as he kept the end section of his tongue inside her, licking around as he elongated and retracted the rest of his tongue to thrust in and out of her as the same time. He continued this method as he varied his pace, speeding up and slowly down at various times till he brought her to her first release of pleasure.

At the same time, his hemipenis had came up from between his leg, pushing aside the loincloth he had made. It was thirteen inches fully erect from base to tip, going from two and a half inches from the base to two inches in the center. The shaft split into two smaller penises tipped with smooth pyramid shaped tips. The entire shaft was covered in tiny scales from base to the tips. Each tip was already dripping a bit of precum in preparation for taking the beautiful elf priestess.
 
Moirin gasped, her head coming up from bowing over Thartux's head, her breasts exposed to the air. As if whatever this dragonborn was doing to her wasn't enough to ignite the blood in her veins, she felt something foreign poke her anal star, and face pinched and worry as she tried to look behind her to see what was happening.

Still, the pressure and sweet slickness of her dragonborn companion's tongue was infinitely distracting, and it was a struggle to even see what was creeping and poking at her other virgin hole.

"Thartux..Wait...what's that?" she trembled more, the motion of his finger making her clench and unclench her tight ring of muscle, then cried out when she felt a slight pressure in a place deep inside her--somewhere she didn't even know existed until that moment, when Thartux was the first and only one to ever touch her there. Her creamy thighs tensed around his face, and she had to hold on to the tough ridges at the back of his head, as she needed to let go of the tree branch overhead.

Inside her, she felt like something was pressing on her soft flesh, as her hymen expanded, and even her womb was penetrated. She was gasping and whimpering loudly now, unable to keep quiet when something was lodged inside her pussy, rubbing her intimate flesh and even licking her inside her own womb.

She had no idea what lay beneath Thartux's loincloth, but that was farthest from her mind as the the wriggling thrusts in her pussy pressed the right spots, and her breaths came fast. Her nipples stiffened and she felt heat build in her groin, spreading and spreading outwards until she couldn't control the sensation nor ignore it--and she came with a high-pitched scream of his name.
 
He growled deeply as she came for him, her slick walls clasping around his thick tongue. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sweetness of her flowing over his tongue, lips, and into his mouth. It was a little difficult to breathe when her creamy thighs clasp tight around his head, but it was merely a minor inconvenience for the time being. He continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her as she orgasmed, doing his best to help prolong her pleasure. At the same time, his tongue was working inside her to spread her hymen to it's fullest to add in his penetration of her with his draconian cock.

He didn't plan on fully pushing her to her limits, no that was something that could be done later. They would have many nights or even days to come in which to explore each other.

He soon withdrew his tongue from her, the movement of which caused more of her juices to leak from her. He used his tongue to gather what he could, savoring it it with a growl.

"Mmm...You are a very tasty elf. Now I believe you are ready for the main course."

His chest scales reverted from one solid mass to revealing that his chest and stomach was actually quite toned but smooth in comparison to the rest of his scale frame. Keeping her balanced on his one hand, he slowly removed each of her legs from over his shoulder. He quite enjoyed the sweet smell she gave after her climax, licking his lips as he slowly lowered her down.

However, she wasn't lowered completely down to the ground. He reached down and wrapped his free hand around his shaft, holding it in place as he guided her slick folds to the outer tip of the second cock. He took a deep breathe for a moment before he growled deeply as he let her own body weight impale her on one cock. The second cock slid up along her waist and stomach, pressing her clit between them.
 
Moirin felt exhaustion claim her, and a relief from the magic blockage she had been laboring under the past few days. She just wasn't gaining mana again--she was actually full! Did tactile feedback from organic life forms do that to her? Or was it just Thartux? Or was it the sexual pleasure? They would have to explore this more if they wanted to keep her around as a healer.

The orgasm was her first and a very powerful one at that, as the dragonborn's tongue had plugged her closed but continued to penetrate her deeply, making sure none of her pink channel was untouched. Her juices leaked onto his jaws, and if she knew how much he lapped up, she would have felt very embarrassed indeed.

She thought he was going to set her down and let her rest, then they would be able to talk about their plans for exploring the next day. But instead, she felt his large hand steady her in her most intimate place, his tail still wrapped around her, and a prodding at her slit.

She looked down between her long hair and found that Thartux had moved his loin cloth aside to reveal his penis, of he had two, and one was already sliding into her slippery channel, and the other put exquisite pressure on her clit.

"Thartux--wait, ohh!" She managed to get out before she was penetrated, and she never thought anything that size could slide into her.
 
He gave a little grin at her little attempt at protest, but it was already too late for that. He didn't know that he had already helped her with her problem, so this would have just been icing on the cake. It was a selfish act, but he felt he deserved the release as well.

"Mmm..so very tight..."

He could feel the way she gripped tightly, almost painfully as she was a virgin. Leaving her to sink down under her own body wieght had made her take almost all of him in, her abdomen bulging outward from within as he strecthed her womb out. He growled as he panted a little, his hands grasping firmly around her waist as he began to pull her upwards along his lengths.

As he did so, the tiny scales around his shafts rose up a bit, like tiny little fingernails scraping lightly along her inner walls, clit and skin. He lifted her till only his tip was inside her before letting her fall once more, starting a slow rhythm of lifting her up and letting her fall a little.
 
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