Sex and the Spellplague Ch. 04

He looked over his shoulder at Lura, who was facing him but bent over as she piled some dried leaves and twigs together. As she stood, he saw a delicious amount of her cleavage and her erect nipples through her damp, tented blouse. Groaning inwardly as his flaccid member twitched of its own volition within his trousers, he knew that after tonight, he'd have to find a way to apologize to Mikhail. She smiled warmly at him and slowly turned back to her pack, hanging from a low limb near her robe. He saw her bottom, firm and round in her tight black leggings and his mouth began to water. But Hammer grit his teeth and went about his task. Whatever happened would have to wait until camp was set and he was certain there was no lurking danger.

Hammer returned to the modest pile of dried debris Lura had acquired and placed his wood atop it, starting with smaller, thinner pieces and finishing with large pieces of felled timber. Lura knelt near an opening where she could see into the kindling and pointed a rune-inscribed twig at it. She whispered something Hammer couldn't understand, and the end began to glow. He could sense the heat building inside the pile of dried wood and leaves, then he saw it spark to life. She held the twig in their until she felt it was hot enough to keep a flame going. She sat back on the cold ground and watched as their fire slowly came to life.

"That's more like it," she said, smiling up at the barbarian, who had his hands on his hips and was smiling approvingly.

"Magic does have its uses," he said in his deep voice as he sat next to her. "I suppose next you'll warm the ground and turn it into a big fluffy mattress?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, no," she said with a chuckle. "I'm not wizard, Hammer, I just have a few tricks up my sleeve that I use when needed."

"Then allow me," he said, standing and going over to his pack. He produced from within a thick, wool blanket, wide enough for him and perhaps one other, albeit much smaller, person. He spread it onto the ground near the fire and sat. Lura, smiling, slowly rose and strode over to the barbarian. She stood in front of him, looking down at the blanket, then back up to the barbarian's crystalline eyes.

"Is this how a mighty barbarian seduces his prey?" she asked, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"We don't believe in seduction," the barbarian said, smiling back at her. Something about the way he spoke sent a thrill from Lura's throat to her loins, causing her heart to leap at the thoughts suddenly in her mind. But she simply gracefully sat down, and Hammer sat next to her, arms wrapping around his knees as he stared into the fire. There was a long silence between the two of them as they both stared into the fire, mesmerized by the dancing flame. Hammer could smell the drow's fragrance; the floral scent of her hair, while diminished from the rainstorm, was still an enticing scent. There was something on her skin, as well, a fragrance that was at once sensual and alluring.

Likewise, Lura found herself entranced by the barbarian beside her. His skin was glimmering in the firelight and moisture of the rain. She could smell the virile barbarian mingled with the clean odor of fresh rain. She reached up and put her obsidian hand on his shoulder. Even under water-soaked cloth, she could feel the primal power, the iron strength under his skin. She shifted around behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, slowly kneading the knotted muscles up to his neck. She heard a profound sigh, like a mighty bellows fueling a furnace, and his body relaxed to putty in her hands. His head sank down as her skilled hands worked his mighty back all the way up to his neck. She parted the thick, dark strands of hair and kissed lightly on his thick neck.

"Is this how drow seduce their mates?" he asked, his voice low and airy. She felt his voice resonating within his entire body.

"No," she purred into his ear. Raindrops splashed down on them. "Drow do not need to seduce. We simply command, and it is done." There was a pause and Lura slipped her hands over his shoulder to his chest, pulling herself against him. Her breasts pressed firmly into his back. "This is, however, how I seduce a mate."

Hammer tilted his head slightly and felt her lips grace the vulnerable flesh below his ear. Her tongue slid up to his damp ear lobe and he felt her warm breath caressing it like intangible silk. The barbarian's body responded swiftly: blood vessels dilated and virile blood pumped quickly into his muscles and into his tingling manhood. Her long, obsidian fingers grasped his strong, stubbly chin and pulled his face to meet hers in a kiss filled with long-subdued desire. Their tongues grappled with each other, but Hammer's invariably found its way into her mouth, and he relished the taste. Instead of the flavorless travel rations they had both shared, she tasted fruity, like some sort of exotic nectar.

She pulled away for a moment, eyes shut as her tongue slowly licked her lips. He watched her with undivided attention, absorbing every movement the beautiful drow made. "I have wanted this for a long time," she breathed, opening her eyes. They were radiant to Hammer, like glowing garnets flecked with gold, shifting and swirling around her pupils. He suddenly felt inferior to her, unworthy to be in her presence. It was hard for him to remember this graceful, beautiful drow was the Chosen of Sune, a being infused with a shard of her deity's divine essence.

Lura sensed his sudden emotions and kissed him again, hungrily and passionately. "I am still Lura, the drow you befriended in Silverymoon. Chosen or not, I will always be that person." He reached up to her face at those words, his palm resting against her jaw and his strong fingers pressing firmly under her ear, against her neck. Her slowly swirling irises danced mesmerizingly, entrancing him in her gaze. He wrapped a powerful arm around her waist and pulled her around to his lap, where she straddled him and kissed him hungrily. His hands stayed on her slim waist for a moment while hers buried themselves inside his hair. Between dancing tongues and hungry lips, Lura whimpered with desire, and Hammer's hands slid up her flanks, then to her back, pulling her smaller body tight against his broad frame.

She raised up off her haunches, her breasts at his face, and his attention shifted to the wonderfully full orbs before him. He had known many women, many breasts, large and small, but couldn't help but feel a sense of perfection from Lura's chest. He kissed softly at her cleavage, his stubble scratching at the tender skin, much to her delight. He realized that the last time he had thought so highly of any woman's breasts was the last time he was with his own goddess, the Red Knight. Before Hammer could shift his attention, Lura's hands came to the interfering garment and slowly pulled the thin shoulder straps off, then the rest of the shirt, revealing her onyx-like breasts, capped with delicate, stiff nipples. It was like twin amethysts atop mounds of black stone, and when he pressed his hands into them, they were supple and firm, the skin taut with excitement. She made a small gasp, and then let a low, soft moan as his tongue swirled around one areola, teasing the nipple until his lips latched onto the pebble-like nub. Again, his coarse stubble scratched at her hypersensitive breast-flesh, eliciting a shiver of delight in the drow.

Lura reached down and grasped the wet shirt from Hammer's back and pulled it up over her head. As if sensing his wants, she also seized the hem of her own damp shirt and slowly pulled the garment over her head. But when Hammer saw her head enshrouded in the garment, he grabbed her arms, trapping them and blinding her. She gasped, but when she felt Hammer's seeking lips and tongue pressing hungrily against her neck, she let out a low moan rife with enjoyment and delight. Even Hammer had to grin at his sudden inspiration.

His lips quested slowly across her neck, then to her shoulders and down the expanse of her chest to the graceful, firm mounds of breast flesh that rested upon it. He kissed and nipped at them playfully, eliciting sexy giggles from the drow. She purred throatily when his mouth latched again on one nipple, then the other, and back again. He repeated this for some time, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples on his tongue, her soft breast flesh in his mouth, and delighting particularly in her cute, squeaking moans.

"Let me go," she said breathlessly after a particularly painful—and delightful—bite on her right nipple. Hammer did not relent, but brought himself face to face with the drow. He pressed his lips against hers through her shirt and he could fell her tongue pressing into the fabric in a feeble attempt to breach his mouth. He grinned at her.

"You are my prisoner, Chosen of Sune. You have to do as I say, don't you know that? There's no sense in resisting, though it might make things a bit more interesting," he said, a menacing growl in his voice. There was a brief outline of a smile on Lura's lips beneath her shirt, but that quickly vanished as she assumed her role. She grunted loudly and began to jerk in his grasp. It surprised him momentarily, but he quickly restrained the deceptively strong drow in his thick arms, grinning broadly as he turned her away from him.

With his hands gripping her upper arms tightly, he felt her muscles tense in his grip, but she struggled very little as he nosed her hair away from her neck. He kissed around the back of her neck, along the sides, and across her back, his stubbly beard teasing her soft flesh as his tongue left warm, wet trails. He jerked her arms back further, almost painfully so and bit down on her shoulder, eliciting a pained, yet delighted moan from the ravenous drow. He pushed her forward, brought her wrists to her back and held them with one hand and grabbed at her ass with his other hand. He massaged and squeezed it, his thumb sliding up the cleft between her magnificently formed cheeks. She moaned throatily, biting down onto her lip underneath the masking shirt.

Hammer removed the belt around his waist and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them at her back. The barbarian grabbed her tight pants and slowly slid them down, over the curve of her ass, until her crack and puckered rosebud were revealed to him. His tongue slid out and pressed against Lura's tight anus. She whimpered as he began to swirl his tongue around her asshole, then up the length of her crack. "Oh, Hammer," she moaned throatily.

He grinned like a tundra wolf, giving her anus another lick before he pressed the pad of his thumb against the rosebud. He massaged it while pulling her pants down to her knees, revealing the plump mound of her sex. The violet petals glinted with pearly nectar and gave off a strong feminine odor that at once intoxicated and aroused the barbarian. "Sune's cunt," he murmured, grinning. His tongue darted out and slid up and down her outer labia before tasting her inner lips. Lura moaned softly, anticipating the feel of his tongue parting her petals and pressing against her clit.

Hammer wouldn't make her wait long. His tongue parted her loins, burrowing deep into her pussy. Lura's world exploded in a shower of ecstasy. The barbarian's tongue was more skilled than she had thought. The drow made an effort to never underestimate or judge based on any given trait, but for some reason she had an image of the barbarian being brutal and straightforward, as his kin was given to be. Therefore the agile curling and seeking of Hammer's tongue sent pleasure through her not simply from the physical sensations, but from surprised delight.

She reached down and her deft fingers found her slit soaking wet from Hammer's saliva and her own dewy nectar. Lura reached for her clit and was hardly surprised to feel the stiff bud escaped from its silky hood and protruded proudly, impudently. With only the tip of her finger, she drew light circles around her moist bud while Hammer's tongue mastered her canal. The drow could feel her orgasm slowly building, the pressure in her loins feeling much like a volcano just before eruption. Finally, it hit her. Instead of a soul-shaking, body-wracking orgasm, this climax felt like magma oozing over the brim of the volcano of her sex. Liquid heat washed over her in a long, drawn out orgasm. Her body quaked and went limp repeatedly before the creeping orgasm abated.

Hammer felt her relax and the storm within her die off some. He removed his face from her snatch and laid down beneath her, so that her dripping folds were above his face. With hands strengthened from a lifetime of swinging heavy weapons, he gripped her hips and slid her down so that her face was hovering over his. She looked him deep in his sapphire-like eyes, and the barbarian likewise found himself enraptured by her gaze.

"I've wanted this for a long time, Hammer," she said. "For years."

"I know," he said. "I have as well, but it was never my place."

"You should have said something, Hammer," she breathed, felling the distinctive bulge in his trousers as she settled herself on him. She was aflame on the inside, and the prickling sensation of the cool, damp air on her skin felt like small shocks of electricity all over her naked body.

"I could not; I never even let myself indulge the thought," he said. "You were a dear friend, and I would have protected you and the rest of the Dancing Rose with my life." He breathed a deep, ragged sigh, a mixture of surfacing sensations long suppressed and eagerness to be with this amazing drow.

"I would have never turned you away, even if you came unbidden to my bedchamber," she whispered, kissing him on his stubbly chin and cheeks. Hammer put his hands to her cheeks and pulled her away from her gentle kissing.

"What of Mikhail?" he asked. A shadow passed over her eyes for a very brief moment, and was quickly replaced with a smile.

"Mikhail and I will undoubtedly be bonded in the future. Or married, depending on which race's customs we choose to follow. But that's not now. Neither he nor I expect each other to be completely monogamous until that time, as long as we know who we're coming home to," Lura explained, never taking her swirling crimson and gold eyes from his.

"I am not a plaything," Hammer said, but Lura was shushing him before he ever finished.

"I would never take you for such," she responded. "I love you as dearly as I do Cyra, Hammer."

The big barbarian smiled, and Lura leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. That kiss became more insistent, urgent, as the drow's tongue pressed past his lips. He returned the favor, their tongues grappling with each other as Lura's hands wandered the heroic expanse of his chest and shoulders. Fine, sparse dark hairs tickled the flesh of her hands, a sensation that she found quite enjoyable, since Mikhail was relatively hairless compared to the barbarian.

Hammer slid his strong hands up her back, slick from the damp air, to her white mane of hair. The drow slowly began to kiss down his jaw line, down to his chest, and the taut flesh around his nipples. Her tongue swirled around them each in turn, causing the barbarian to gasp and tense. He felt one of her slender hands sliding down his stomach as her mouth continued pleasuring his chest and nipples. Long drow fingers wrapped around the distinct, haft-like bulge in his trousers, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips into her palm. She looked up at him, a grin on her face. "Eager, are we?" she asked, and he only grunted his affirmation. "Good."

She left his chest and nestled herself between his legs. Her deft fingers undid his trousers and reached in. Her breath caught in her throat when her fingers wrapped around his immense girth. In silence, she slowly pulled his semi-erect member from its cloth prison. She held it vertical from his body, gazing in awe at the length. Even half-engorged, the cock was impressive. With thick veins wrapping girding the broad meat and a length that hinted at a much more impressive size. Grinning, she started slowly stroking, looking up to catch Hammer's expectant gaze. She slid her hand down, pulling the skin of his mighty cock taut, and stuck out her tongue. The warm, wet organ slid against the underside of his shaft, eliciting a grin and a moan from the barbarian. When her tongue reached the top of his cock, her mouth opened wide and engulfed his cockhead.

Lura fancied herself a masterful cocksucker, and she could deep throat most men, but Hammer was something completely different. Her jaw was as wide as it would possibly go, and while it accommodated his shaft, she couldn't hope to get his double-handspan length into her throat without injuring herself. So the drow improvised. With both hands wrapped around his cock and pressed against her mouth, she began bobbing her head swiftly, her hands stroking and twisting simultaneously, giving him the sensation of his entire cock being engulfed.

She heard his breathing pattern alter into an unsteady rhythm and felt his iron-hard shaft twitch against her tongue. Just a little bit more, she told herself. I don't want him to cum yet, but I want him close.

But she misjudged him, and before she could stop him, his cock expanded and the hefty sack underneath jerked. Thick, virile gouts of cum blasted against the back of her throat, and it was all she could do to swallow it before it choked her. She looked up at him with a smile that, while satisfied, was somewhat let down.

"You want something more," Hammer said knowingly. Lura nodded.

"It's ok, my dear, my skill got the better of you," the drow said, smirking. But Hammer grinned like a wolf as she started to climb off to his side. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back over top of him, straddling him. His cock was as hard as ever.

"You underestimate me," he said. He reached down, grasped himself, and pressed the iron head of his cock against her damp folds. Her surprised expression evaporated into excitement as she, too, reached for his cock. Slowly, she pressed herself down, feeling his head pushing into her canal, stretching her agonizingly slowly. She gasped and clenched her eyes, bit her lip and clenched her hand atop Hammer's chest as the blissful pain burned through her pussy. They both held their breath, gazing deep into each others' eyes as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the giant cock attempting to fill her.

Slowly, agonizingly, the head breached her loins. She paused, taking deep, ragged breaths as she watched Hammer. His mouth was parted and he was taking shallow breaths, but he didn't dare take his eyes from her, even though her breasts were bared and taut in the cool night air.

"Do it," he whispered. "Fill yourself with my manhood."

Lura fixated on those words. Something about them spurred her on, drove her into a crimson haze of lust and sexual desire. She wanted that mighty prick buried as deep as it would go, she wanted herself impaled upon, split apart by its girth. Lura grit her teeth, both her hands on his chest, and thrust her hips downward. Hot agony pierced her to her core, jarring pain emanating from the very depths of her sex. A piercing howl tore from her throat, one wrought with passion, pain, lust, need, and agony. She was certain she was bleeding, but it was irrelevant to her. She laid atop Hammer, the pain weakening her for a moment as she stared at his eyes.

"Lura," Hammer whispered. Her eyes fluttered, and she propped herself up on his chest with her elbows. He was embedded in her, completely filling her, and she wondered if she would be able to muster the strength to ride him. She decided not.

"Take me, Hammer," Lura said quietly. The barbarian wrapped his arms around her and slowly rolled them until Lura's back was against the thick blanket and her legs were wrapped round his strong hips. Her hands grasped his face and he slowly began to rock his hips side to side. He wasn't sure if it would hurt her; he knew he must be against, or even beyond, the natural border of the drow's loins. Her eyes were intense, and he could see pain in them, but could tell all she wanted was for him to do as he pleased to her. He would be gentle, this time, he decided. She moaned, a sound that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and bit her lip hard. Hammer changed his motions to straight back and forth, confident that his size would rub against every sensitive spot inside her.