Sex and the Spellplague Ch. 04

Lura's world was shattering around her. The way he felt inside her, filling her so completely and absolutely that she couldn't move, was unlike anything she had ever felt. She was truly and wholly filled, and the pain was starting to subside, replaced with pleasure that gripped her and would not let her go. Her eyes came alive with golden and ruby flashes. Her hands dug into Hammer's thick mane and she began to buck his hips in time with his thrusts, taking him deeper, the magic of Sune keeping her body whole. In fact, it was the only thing keeping him from literally splitting her open with his massive prick. Her hands gripped at his massive muscles, nails digging in, sometimes painfully, but never so much that the barbarian offered more than a grin at the sensation.

For his part, Hammer did manage to stay gentle. That is, until Lura began to show eagerness and gusto. He braced himself on his knees and began to thrust more forcefully into her. She started laughing a little, grinning wickedly as Hammer began ramming harder into her. He returned her grin, but that was replaced with an expression of shock as Lura managed to flip him over. So unexpected was the act, that he slipped out of her, his cock massive and glistening in the firelight. Lura wasted no time grabbing it and pushing herself down on it. Hammer thrust back up into her, meeting her halfway with a loud smack. Lura grinned and ground her hips down on him, her hands bracing herself on his chest.

Lura rode him forcefully, slamming herself down on his mighty meat. They both grunted loudly from the exertion, Lura moaning wildly with pleasure as his cock mastered her. Her speed increased, his cock sliding in and out quickly and forcefully, and Lura felt her climax building quickly. Unlike the last time, her orgasm built with such speed and momentum that it took her by surprise. She came hard on Hammer's massive cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. Hammer grunted, his cock twitching and pulsing as even more cum than his first orgasm burst deep into her loins. She gasped and spasmed in his arms, her orgasm abating as quickly as it took her until finally she lay limp atop him.

"That was more than I could have ever hoped for," Lura whispered.

Hammer smiled, gathering the drow up in his arms as he allowed sleep to creep into his body. "I am at your service, my Lady," he said with a smile. Lura whispered something the barbarian couldn't hear, but before he could ask her what she said, she nuzzled her head against his chest and shoulder and drifted off into her drow meditation state.

The morning found them in the same position as when sleep took the barbarian. His eyes fluttered open to sunlight piercing the dense canopy above them. Lura's body was warm against him, her bare breasts and thighs firm against his skin. The idea occurred to take her again before they found the rogue drow camp, but he thought better of it. Duty reminded him that time was of the essence. But a twitch of his manhood betrayed his sense of duty. He silently hoped that it would dissipate before the drow opened her eyes.

Of course, he had no such luck. As if she sensed his arousal, Lura's eyes fluttered open, already aimed at his growing manhood. With a soft giggle, she trailed her fingers down his chiseled stomach to the short, trimmed hairs above his shaft. He was hairless around the base and testicles, a fact she had failed to notice the previous night, somehow. She ran her fingernail around the base of his cock, slowly circling it, and bit her lip, smiling, as she saw his meat twitch. Lura placed her fingers around his cock with her palm up by his head. Resting lengthwise along the shaft, she slowly pulled the skin up around the head, then pushed it back down, slowly stroking him with only her fingers. She hid her satisfaction when she heard Hammer's breathing grow shallow; the drow knew that her massive lover was watching her hand's ever movement.

Lura made a point to not take her eyes from her work, affording the barbarian a view only of the back of her head as she stroked him with her fingertips. It wasn't until Hammer's hammer was a full mast that Lura pulled her hand away. Hammer watched with rapt attention as she brought her palm to her hand, licking it generously until it glistened with her saliva. Still without offering him so much as a glance, she reached down and smeared her warm spit along his shaft. Lura repeated this several times, never quite having enough on her hand to grease his entire manhood.

By the time Lura felt like his cock was lathered in her saliva, pearly beads of precum were seeping from his cock, and she used it to help lather him up for her hand. Without preamble, she wrapped her comparatively small hand around his manhood and slowly stroked it up and down. Soft, slick noises came from her actions, and she grinned when the barbarian groaned in her ear. Lura bit her lip coyly as her hand slowly slid up and down the powerful shaft, feeling every detail, every thick vein, and feeling his slightly more viscous precum in her hand.

A mess of white hair, shot through with a single streak of garnet, splayed over Hammer's chest, and Lura couldn't help but grin at the short, fast rise and fall of the barbarian's massive chest as her hand slowly slid up and down. It wasn't very often that Lura felt so much arousal without a man—or woman for that matter—touching her. But laying here with the massive barbarian that had been a dear friend for so long, her hand wrapped around his massive cock slowly stroking with the sole intent of watching his seed spray over his skin and her hand, the drow couldn't help but feel her sex growing wetter by the second.

Lura licked her lips, the urge to taste his member suddenly rising in her mind, but she quashed it. She'd not given a pure hand job in a long, long time, and looking down at Hammer's prick, she knew this was the best time to rediscover the distinct pleasure. She knew that he was at her mercy. He would cum when she allowed it, no sooner and no later. And he would cum because she—her hand brought it forth. Her strokes came more quickly, traversing the impressive length of his shaft, her fingers not quite able to encircle his girth. Anticipation built in her, and she could feel the wetness spreading from her loins to dampen her thighs.

She began to notice the telltale signs of orgasm. His cock stiffened and thickened, just barely, and his testicles contracted, drawing up closer to his body. His chest rose once and paused as his breath caught. His whole body tensed and Lura squeezed hard on his cock, just underneath his head, and she watched, waiting with baited breath for what she knew was to come. With a loud groan, Hammer released himself. Hot jets of white cum burst forth from his massive manhood in such a powerful jet that not only did it leave a long streak across her cheek and hair, but on the ground above Hammer's shoulder. The second one was almost as powerful, this one hitting her smiling lips. Several more burst forth, falling delightfully close to her face and leaving a large pool of the opalescent seed on his rippling stomach. The torrential cumshots ended, but more of his fragrant seed oozed from his cockhead, gracing her thumb as she continued to grip him relentlessly. She stroked upward firmly several times, trying to squeeze as much from his body as she could.

Hammer breathed quickly, chest rising and falling with rapid succession, and Lura pushed herself off his body into a sitting position. The barbarian gazed at her form, her breasts hanging forward just barely as she sat cross-legged, licking her fingers clean of cum and precum. He watched her and almost thought he would grow hard again and be forced to take her on the ground next to the dead fire.

Lura was absolutely pleased with herself. She could have got herself off right then, but refrained, more interested in the cum slowly cooling on her face and Hammer's torso. She licked her lips, tasting the salty-sweet seed while she scooped the streak on her face into her mouth. The drow swallowed eagerly, then bent down over the barbarian, eagerly lapping up the copious amounts of the barbarian's cum. This cum tastes incredible, the drow mused. There was something powerful, something virile about Hammer's seed. It was as if it held untold strength and wisdom and simply drinking the barbarian semen was making her feel heady with power. Then again, she could be under the effects of a sexual power trip. Her hand had made him cum. Not his, not another's, but hers. Grinning, she turned to look at the barbarian. He reached up, his thumb sliding across her chin before pressing into her mouth. She tasted some cum that she had missed, and couldn't help but giggle at him.

"You enjoyed that far too much," Hammer said in a baritone purr. "I—"

The snap of a twig and a crackle of leaves pulled his gaze away from the beautiful drow, no small feat. He stood quickly, Lura behind him, and dropped into a crouch. Naked as they were, they must have been a humorous sight for whoever was watching them.

"Stop!" Lura shouted suddenly. Hammer jerked his head to the side to see a cloaked figure fiddling with Lura's Red Robe of Sune. The barbarian burst into action, bounding naked over the fire and to the tree where Lura's robe was being removed. Sensing danger, the cloaked figure turned to flee, robe in hand, but the barbarian was too fast. A massive, open hand slammed into the thief's back, sending it sprawling forward to the ground. Hammer was upon it, flipping the thief onto its back and throwing back the cowl. He stopped cold, though, when he saw the childlike face looking back at him. It could have been a halfling, he reasoned, but the innocent look in the child's eyes disputed that.

A thin blade pressed against his throat.

"Who are you, trespassing naked in these woods with a drow?" a masculine, melodic voice asked with more than a little venom. Hammer instinctively held his arms out. "Stand up."

Sighing, the barbarian stood and slowly turned. He towered above the elf, but the razor sharp sword now pressing very near to his heart was a pointed reminder that death was very close. "I am Hammer, and this is my companion, Lura, Chosen of Sune."

"Chosen of Sune?" the elf said incredulously. "Why in the world would I believe such a claim?"

"Because it is true," Lura stated. She was walking toward the elf, her naked body swaying like a willow in the breeze. Even as other elves emerged from their woodland cover to intercept her, the Red Robe of Sune disappeared from the thief and slowly materialized into a resplendent red silk gown, studded with rubies and laced with gold. Her eyes swam with scarlet and gold, and light seemed to radiate from them. "Hear my words and know they are true," Lura said, her voice laced with divine might. "I am the Chosen of Sune, her High Heartwarder and Favored Soul, and I have come to this realm seeking the assistance of the goodly dark elves, former servants of the Dark Lady Eilistraee."

The first elf, the leader of this scouting party Hammer assumed, blinked several times and then bent to one knee. His fellows followed suit. "Our apologies, Lady, we did not know," he said, his voice reverent. "It is unexpected for a divine agent to visit most people, please forgive our brusque attitude."

"Of course," Lura said, smiling. "Can you help us?"

The elf looked around at his comrades, then waved his hand in front of his face. The others did likewise, and their forms seemed to ripple in reality for a moment, then solidify again. Lura and Hammer were in the middle of a party of dark elves, their illusory disguises dissipated to reveal their true forms. "We will serve you, Lady Lura," the leader said. "I am Calafein Baensek, and these are my brethren. We call ourselves the Singing Swords. Our camp is not far, I will take you there. Please, follow me."

Lura and Hammer shared a glance: the drow smirking with satisfaction at the dark elves' cunning, the barbarian rolling his eyes at her. They walked in silence, though Lura clung closely to the barbarian. Hammer doubted it was out of any real fear, he knew the drow too well for that and felt the benevolence of these new dark elves keenly. No, he knew she clung to him out of sheer attraction and affection and that pleased the mighty barbarian. Lura hooked her arm around Hammer's, her hands playing with the hairs on his bicep and forearm. It was not long before they reached a very well hidden camp. Drow milled about, attending to everyday business, such as sharpening weapons, mending clothes, meditating, and the like.

Calafein nodded at several of his comrades, loosening his sword belt and unbuckling his leather and chain armor. "I will take you to the High Priestess," he said over his shoulder. The other scouts dispersed, leaving the two of them alone with Calafein as he led them through the wooded encampment. Narrow avenues were created by the tent-like structures , but Hammer and Lura were gazing at the large, forest green tent ahead of them. It reminded Hammer of the Mead Halls his barbarian kinsmen often made when all the clans came together to tell tales and drink in brotherhood.

"That is the Moon Hall," Calafein said. "It is where the High Priestess resides and holds court."

Hammer nodded absently. He was distracted, and rightfully so. The closer they got to the Moon Hall, the less males he saw, and more females wandered around. They were scant clothing: little more than wispy, gauzy white shifts, with long, curved swords at their waists.

"Now that you've had one drow, you want them all?" Lura whispered to him, smiling coyly at him.

"That depends," he said in a low rumble. "Are you going to help me learn them?"

"Hmm," Lura said, smiling to herself. "That's not a terrible idea, my Hammer."

"We are not drow," Calafein said.

"Oh?" Lura asked.

"It is a long story," he responded without turning. "When Eilistraee was murdered, Corellon freed us from Lolth's hold. I imagine it was the same for you, with Sune."

"Indeed," was all Lura said. She clung a little closer to Hammer, suddenly unsure if their plan would work.

Two halberd-wielding honor guards stood in front of the Moon Hall. The drow—dark elves, that is, were clad only in white, silk skirts, but even Hammer could sense powerful magic armoring them, even in their partial nudity. They opened the flap-doors for Calafein and the trio made their way within. Lura hadn't noticed it before, but as soon as they entered, powerful magic assaulted their senses, and the drow, particularly keen to such emanations, gasped. Then she gasped again, when she realized that the flaps didn't open into a large tent, but an expansive, roofless stone courtyard. Across a field of cobbled walkways, grasses, and shrubberies, a large seat rested on a raised dais, an elegantly clad dark elf maiden sitting with legs crossed atop it.

"Moon Maiden," Calafein said, "This is Lura, Chosen of Sune, and her companion Hammer."

"Hammer," the dark elf said, a smile suddenly gracing her face. She met the trio halfway and embraced the barbarian affectionately. "It has been too long."

"You know each other," Lura said. There was a hint of jealousy, but it was over-toned with surprise and delight.

"As I said," Hammer stated, "I have known these renegades before. This is Moon Maiden Celise Darkfallen, former High Priestess of Eilistraee. Moon Maiden, I give you Lura, Chosen of Sune."

The dark elf embraced Lura, then, to the drow's surprise, kissed her softly on the lips. "It is a pleasure, Lura. A Chosen of the Lady Firehair is welcome in my hall."

"My thanks, Moon Maiden," Lura said. Celise whispered something to Calafein and the scout left without a word.

"Please, call me Celise," she said in a voice as smooth as silk. She was built like a traditional dark elf. She was shorter than Lura by a few inches, and unlike the drow, her breasts were smaller, more athletically shaped, but filled out her shining white gown magnificently. They were equally slim, but the Moon Maiden's hips were a bit more narrow than Lura's round swell. But her face was absolutely gorgeous. If Lura's eyes shone with the gold and scarlet of Sune's divinity, then this maiden's face radiated the subtle, soft intensity of the moon's light. Her eyes, pools of midnight around a black pupil, sucked Lura into them. Celise had a narrow chin, delicate jaw line, high, noble cheekbones, with a small, almost pointed nose, and lips that were gleaming violet cushions waiting for her own lips.

Celise's chuckle drew her from her mesmerized state.

"She likes you," Hammer said, smiling. Lura felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

"I cannot help it," Lura said. "Passion runs deeply in my veins, apparently."

"Mine, as well," Celise said, a suggestive look on her face. Lura tucked that look away for future purposes.

"I must ask something of you and yours that you may not be comfortable with," Lura said tentatively, breaking the charged moment with a sigh. "I need you to act as drow. As a drow army, in fact. My drow army."

Lura spent several minutes explaining the plight of Everlund, the opportunistic, wicked gangs and clans that had set up shop to take advantage of the hopeless refuges of the Spellplague, and her plan to take them all down either by force, or by intimidation. Celise nodded throughout Lura's explanation.

"I am with you," Celise said. "Calafein and his Singing Swords as well. I will put out a call to arms to the rest of my people and see what we can muster for your cause, Chosen of Sune. But on one condition."

Lura breathed a sigh of relief.

Celise started out at once and met Calafein just outside of the tent. She gave him some orders, and he smiled a wicked grin, then ran off to round up his Swords. Lura stood behind her, Hammer to her side, as Celise spoke in a great voice that drew the attention of every dark elf in the forest. She explained the plight of Everlund and Lura's plan, and when she was finished, she called for volunteers. A dozen stepped forward, pledging themselves to Lura's cause, but many more dispersed, unwilling to sacrifice their seclusion to assist humans that would just as soon put a knife through their hearts. Neither Lura nor Hammer could blame them.

Celise turned to face Lura. "We will meet you at the northern border of the forest on the morrow," Celise said. "We have not forgotten the drow ways, I assure you." The Moon Maiden gave a predatory grin, then set off into the throng of dark elves. Hammer and Lura watched her approach the Singing Swords, grab Calafein by his collar, and pull him into an empty tent. Grinning, the barbarian and the drow set off for the edge of the forest.

*****

"My lord," a thin, reedy voice said in the darkened room. "Four of our men were killed tonight."

"What?" a dignified voice said. He was hurried, though, as if this meeting ought not be taking place. His messenger had said it was an emergency, though. "By who?"

"One of our corner men said it was a giant of a man. Eight feet tall and wide as an ox cart!"

"Impossible," the noble man said. "You are mistaken."

"I brought their hands, my lord," the thin voice said. A sack dropped to the ground with a sickening, wet smack.

"Damn it all," the man said. "Have the cleric of Loviatar review their corpses. I have business. Tell our people to work in sixes now, and to arm themselves better. Do not trouble me with this again."

"Yes, my lord," the reedy voice said. He left the estate, his baggy clothing pressed against his thin frame by a chill breeze. Looking over his shoulder, he envied the mastermind behind the drug ring in Everlund. He had a large home in the middle of the wealthiest part of town, a retinue of servants beneath the estate that served his every cruel whim, and a cleric of Loviatar, Goddess of Pain, attending him and his cadre of thugs and drug dealers. Not to mention his rumored involvement with some sort of planetouched creature, a tiefling or somesuch. The man shook his head at his misfortune and trudged on into the night to perform his duties.