House Aurenthin

Jaush grinned a little. "Are you saying you feel left out?"

Her face flushed hot in the dim light and she scowled. "No! I just...don't know how far...Jaush, what are you doing? Why?"

He shrugged. He got it; it was always more complicated for females, especially when they were used to living with status. Of course she'd assume it was so for him.

"If Ilka's right, Beliza, then you're safe."

"Only while I'm pregnant!"

"Then stay pregnant until you're sure. I'll do the slut work while we figure out what happens next, Beliza. It's what we've done before, right? And it's pretty much expected of Drow males."

"Not quite. I didn't even know you'd bartered with other males this way before! What if he wants to mount you?"

"Um, I think that's inevitable at this point," he said, feeling his own face heat up. "I'm only hoping I can convince him to use a smaller form than what I handled just now."

"Even if it changes you somehow? He's powerful, Jaush, and you already mentioned his seed alone caused you to feel something strange."

He rubbed his forehead. Another thing he couldn't predict, so why worry? "Yes, even if."

"Why agree so easily?!" she demanded.

"Because the end result will be the same or worse if I don't, and you need to eat and have time to figure out where your head is at!" he replied, more force coming into his voice as he wondered why this was so complicated to her.

The older female closed her mouth, watching him and waiting for him to continue. Another thing he liked about her. He calmed himself.

"We made you catch, Bel," he murmured, "when you didn't want to. And I'm sorry. I didn't know what the Priestesses had done to you, I still don't, but I've watched your reverie and your dreams get worse since you told me. I've heard you say some strange things when you weren't fully awake, and...and starving in the wilderness is not where I want to see you go. I'd rather you have a chance, and a choice, since you never had one before. Seems like we might have that now. I'll fuck a Dragon to give you that time. I'm still out here with you, aren't I? I haven't run off all scared, and I don't have anything else I'm doing right now."

Beliza swallowed and stared at him, then she slumped down against a chest as her eyes watered. "Where in the pit did you come from, Jaush? Why does someone like me deserve help from someone like you?"

"It sounded like you knew more where I came from than I did," he commented with a smile. "A formerly powerful House with no magic left to speak of?"

"And not touched so deeply by the Abyss," she whispered, tears starting to drip as she thought it over. "No Priestesses coming out of your House, no wizards adding to the Tower, so much less no influence on the Matron...you...what you've described to me of your family sounds...different. From everything I've seen."

"So do you," he offered. "You were kept in the middle of it all the Abyss itself, and you seem different to me, Beliza. Over the last year, you've proven you are. That's why you deserve my help. I made my choice meeting you by the secret transport circle, to help you walk without chains." Jaush looked around the Dragon's hoard with no doors. "I'd still see you free. We just need to go a step at a time, like the first time."

Beliza had been cuddling Ilka, gently rubbing her throat how she liked, but the drake moved willingly enough when the sorceress leaned forward and reached out to Jaush. He came forward at the invitation and into her embrace.

They hadn't met lips that often on the whole, but they did now. It was a deep and lengthy kiss, leading to them stripping off their cum-stained clothing. Beliza willingly opened herself for him, fully relaxed despite her hunger, and accepted his offer of pleasure and comfort for the first time since she'd told him she was pregnant.

They coupled on top of the coins and gems within the safest cave of the Underdark. With his skin still tingling where the Dragon's seed had touched it, one hand stroking her belly and tasting her neck and breast, his own cock servicing her, Jaush thought he sensed something...different...within her womb as well.

Nah. Can't trust my senses like usual in a Dragon's lair.

*******

The Dragon was behind him, his breath hot on his neck, as Jaush stood facing one rock wall. One muscular arm hooked from the right and crossing his naked chest, the rough and unnaturally hot hand gripping the opposite shoulder. Both of Jaush's arms and hands were unrestrained, but at the moment he used them only to hold on to stone. To hold on to something as the creature took him again.

"Fuck!" he blurted, shocked to feel bumps and ridges adding to the sensation of his netherhole being stretched. "Y-you changed shape again!"

"It's no larger than before, as agreed, young one."

The Dragon hissed in pleasure as he sank in deeper and leaned to lick his ear. The same, extremely slick saliva which vastly eased the passage of his prick now warmed that ear to burning; Jaush didn't think it was because he was too aware of Beliza watching.

"Is it pleasurable?" Sargt asked on another thrust in.

The young Drow didn't need to answer aloud as his host found from a light reach-around his own cock heavy and hard as well. Jaush shivered as the rough thumb smeared his own pre-cum around the head.

"A pity Beliza shouldn't wrap her lips around this," the Dragon cooed, fucking him much more gently than he had to. "Imagine the glorious agony as we flanked you, front and back...?"

Jaush guessed that Sargt had probably given the sorceress a teasing wink right then, but he was still staring at his own dark hand gripping the wall, one foot stepped up on a small rock to give their frank and overtly sexual provider access to fuck his asshole as he wished. Jaush also knew why the Dragon was teasing his sorceress, and it only wasn't because she had to share him.

Sargt had confirmed what Ilka had told her mistress; any real sex with the Dragon would kill her baby. It was at least offered as a solution to their worry and primary problem living out in the wilderness. In exchange for Jaush swallowing "next time," Beliza was told she would probably recover from such a miscarriage about the same as if she ingested the right extraction from the right plant or mushroom, though they still didn't know which those were. They hadn't traded for that knowledge yet.

"What does 'real sex' with you mean?" she'd asked after watching the first few interactions.

Though confused about it, she wasn't as hostile as she might have been. At worst, she was likely feeling left out, or a bit jealous, and worried; probably protective, too. A combination of all of that as she saw the aftermath, that it took Jaush quite a while for his head to stop spinning whenever the Dragon left his gooey semen inside of him, regardless of which hole he used.

Sargt had indulged to answer the sorceress without payment that time. "For you? That would be our auras merging, mage. On a direct level."

Beliza had frowned. "So if you are...um...inside Jaush, and...?"

"And you start touching him, especially if you make him cum," the Dragon completed with a suggestive grin, "that counts. Our boy would act as the conduit."

Still undecided whether to take that final step, Beliza had only watched thus far, often as aroused as she was wary of being so. Jaush was relieved and grateful that Sargt was doing as he promised, granting her time and respect—and lots of food—to have her choice to decide. She hadn't leapt at the first chance to abort the pregnancy, which sort of confused the younger Drow, but he was guessing part of that might have been that she wasn't having bad dreams about Lolth's Priestesses anymore. She was sleeping well, and she wasn't hungry.

The long-term decisions are best not made tired and hungry, his Mother had once said.

She is considering the fact that you are the sire, Jaush, not those other wizards who forced themselves on her, Sargt murmured now, privately in the young male's mind as he felt himself stretch a little more than usual around the Dragon's tool, thought it wasn't much deeper. And that you are willing to do this for her. She did choose you, after all.

It was lust, Jaush thought back, his balance shaky and his cock aching to have her touch it now as he was getting fucked, if he was honest with himself. She said I was just a boy. It makes sense; I wasn't magical enough or old enough to force or trick her to do anything. Then I went and got her pregnant somehow, just after weaning...

Ohhh, don't start doubting yourself now, Jaush. Sargt fucked him harder as he drew closer to climax. I was ready to disregard and eat you at that first meeting. I did not expect to see one such as you come from either city after what's happened. You are all products of your environment, after all.

Either city? he asked, his vision blurred and his head starting to get groggy as his flesh tingled with pleasure.

Oops. Sargt chuckled, huffing as he pushed his rigid, irregular cock again and again through the Elf's tight ring. That's not for free. But see how you lower the guard of mages? Not only that, but I recall no recent creature who isn't a mage who can look me in the eyes as you do. Quite a talent of will you have, despite your lack of significant magic. I wonder if that is peculiar to the Baenar alone?

Sargt paused as if he might be contemplating that curiosity even as he rutted the younger male, perhaps in an attempt to distract his pleasure to draw this out. Then the Drow discovered their thought-link hadn't quite faded and the Dragon was instead focused very much on the younger male's clutching hole, on his scent, and the back of his neck which he wanted to bite....

...oh, yes...Yes.

"AH!" Jaush cried aloud as Sargt took him abruptly all the way to the hilt, holding tight to his hips and pressed flush to his backside as he snapped jaws onto the Drow's nape, his tail coiling around one thigh to cling tighter still. Again his guts were filled with hot, magic-soaked cream and he trembled with the need to cum himself as the Dragon hummed in satisfaction, coming down slowly and moving his cock back and forth a few extra times before pulling out completely.

Shit...ohhh, shit... Jaush groaned, stumbling in Beliza's general direction before flopping down onto the coins, rolling onto his back. He gripped his erection, intending to jerk himself off quickly.

The sorceress swatted his hand away and took hold of it herself, staring down at him with flushed face and intense lust. She leaned down to kiss his mouth first, squeezing his cock gently, pushing her tongue into his mouth and kissing deeper before breaking it off to lift the skirts of the dress she had borrowed from Sargt's hoard. Jaush sniffed deeply and caught her familiar scent, moaning audibly as she straddled him and aimed his prick.

"Beliza!" he gasped, then growled as she plunged her hips down, impaling herself. Her body was hot, tight, every stroke as slick as his own netherhole was right now.

"Jaush, oh!"

She fucked him hard, shrieking in pleasured joy as he gripped her clothed waist and she held his shoulders for leverage. How he held out even three strokes of her wild riding was a mystery to him.

"Oh, Goddess!" she cried, nails digging in, and the rush overtook them both.

Jaush's own cry was locked in his throat as he shot off inside her, her pussy milking him to her own satisfaction as she coasted, her heart pounding. She leaned down and kissed him again, he sensed her appreciation, and they panted together, his cock softening as they caught their breath. She put her arms around him and held tight.

"The two of you are indeed very interesting," the Dragon murmured thoughtfully from a safe distance away.

Beliza didn't even wait to engage their host again, but that was alright. Jaush could barely tell which way was the ceiling so he merely listened drowsily.

"What price for one conversation as to what is so interesting about us?" she asked. "I know Ilka surprised you."

"Yes, and she enjoys watching and feeling what is between you as much as I do. Don't you, purr-box?"

Beliza's familiar fluttered her throat in simultaneous annoyance and agreement upon her guest ledge generally just above Sargt's head—though only when he allowed it.

"You tease when you should be bartering, Sargt."

"Feisty as ever, lovely sorceress. I envy Jaush knowing that delicious cunt so worry-free, you know. Wise of him that he does not take it for granted."

"Ask'im 'bout th'other city," Jaush murmured drunkenly.

Beliza looked at him. "What other city? And how does that relate to....? Oh."

Sargt chortled, saying nothing aloud, but Jaush could imagine him waving his hand for Beliza to speak her mind while his tail swept back and forth along his coins.

"If there are two cities, and you know both," Beliza said, "then if we are curiosities somehow...we fit in neither."

"Not bad," Sargt agreed. "Far from the Truth, of course."

He did this a lot, Jaush noted as his sorceress growled in irritation.

"What price?" she asked again.

"Your lineage," Sargt said immediately. "And Jaush's. Explain them to me, as you know them."

"That's complicated," she said. "And I don't know it all."

"Then I'll trade as is appropriate for what you do know, my lovely, untouchable scholar. Let us speak a while as poor Jaush recovers from being wrung out and hung to dry."

*******

Six months. They'd been held more or less as possessions and entertainment within the Dragon's Hoard for six months now as the exchanges went on. Jaush justifiably could have chafed much more at this than he was; he could have grown impatient at Beliza seemingly not making a decision, at not saying or signing to him that she would stop the pregnancy or not, so he would know their next step. Instead, he reflected that he may be a barely literate Noble—and really only that in name only—but he still understood plenty about his older, mature sorceress, and there was enough benefit on the other side to keep him patient, he'd decided.

Most important was that they did not want for food; Sargt brought them more than meat, and gave permission to use a few of the items in his hoard for cooking. They had the time to prepare the greater variety in more complicated forms than raw or mashed or quickly seared travel rations. At lot of the items were those hard to reach or find; high-risk delicacies, all beneficial to a gestating mother, and Jaush got his full share as well. It was a nice change of pace for as long as it lasted.

Then there was the sleep and the sex, which were peaceful and mind-sweeping, respectively. Though he had worried that Beliza's renewed and intense interest in coupling with him every time Sargt satisfied himself would come with far worse humiliation as her respect for him might plummet. They'd all noticed him getting an erection every time Sargt even hinted that he wanted sex—which was with almost stunning regularity as he didn't seem to be getting bored with the young Drow—and the ancient male teased him and Beliza plenty about the hovering possibility of a threesome unlike either of them had known, if only the sorceress would make her decision. Usually in the heat of things, Jaush wished she'd go for it and jump in with them.

Yet that wish went away, every time, as soon as the Dragon lust faded, and he regretted even thinking it. Jaush was in awe of the sorceress's willpower and self-control as Sargt tested her conviction, and especially as his sorceress continued to treat her young male well, thanking him for doing the "slut work," even asking occasionally how well he was holding up.

Recently he'd thought, I think you were right at the beginning, Beliza. This agreement is changing me somehow...

But he bit the inside of his cheek and answered his usual, "I'm holding up well, Beliza."

Finally, there was the knowledge. Jaush was well aware that Beliza was using their situation to its fullest there. Conversational exchanges with Sargt grew more frequent than before, and it was interesting what Sargt and Beliza were able to put together. Often with a sore mouth and still-tingling netherhole, a strange heat in his gut and his hands feeling like they could shatter stone if he were but to grip it, Jaush listened, and learned the most wondrous things about the Underdark and the Baenar.

Compared to what Beliza had suffered in the Sanctuary before running away with him, Jaush didn't think he had anything to complain about being little more than the play toy in all this.

"Out of curiosity," Sargt said one eve, paying an answer forward after Beliza had provided him with the knowledge he'd requested, "I did ask Y'shir what his old House's name was. He answered D'Shauranti. Does that ring a bell?"

Beliza shook her head. She had long ago stopped trying to direct the conversation or practice any of the intrigue in bargaining she'd learned at the Palace. It just didn't work with Sargt. "No. I have not heard it or seen it written down, but..."

"But," the Dragon completed for her, "D'Shea. Aurenthin. Similar sounds each in that one older name."

Beliza and Jaush both nodded. It made sense.

"Could I meet Y'shir Matalai'ko?" Beliza asked yet again.

"I think that is as dangerous an idea as it is interesting," Sargt said again, happy to repeat himself to the persistent sorceress. "Vuthra'tern has become as dangerous for outsiders as the City of the Valsharess, despite their intentions in breaking away from their Queen-Mother. The influence of the Abyss dogged them, followed them, and when they settled it became permanent."

"You do not like the Abyss in your Underdark," Beliza said.

Sargt shrugged, wingless for the moment and only a little larger the Dark Elves, though he retained many of his Draconic features. "The Abyss refines what the Underdark is, challenges it to remake itself, for better or worse."

"But you do not welcome it trying to influence you," Jaush guessed. "Just as the mindflayers and their Elders may not lay claim to you, either."

Their host grinned. "Correct, young one."

"And if I'd been tainted by the Abyss, you wouldn't have even accepted sex for barter. That was how we were 'different' than you expected."

"Insightful, Jaush. And Beliza was tainted still when I captured her, and it was willing her to die. But her bond with Ill'irkya'e has helped cleanse her to be more what a Dark Elf used to be." Sargt looked at the sorceress directly. "You owe this small Dragon-kin a great debt, accepting such a risky bond with you when you called, mage."

The shadow drake lifting her head from her mistress's lap hearing her name, her tail flicked happily at the praise from the larger male, looking up at Beliza, who stroked her in all the places she enjoyed, making her purr with contentment. The sorceress studied her "familiar" with affection and a degree of wonder.

"Dragon-kin?" she asked. "What are the shadow drakes to you that they are 'kin'?"

Sargt smirked. "Will you describe to me two rituals in great detail which you witnessed among the Priestesses? Your choice."

Beliza exhaled on a nod. "Done."

"Very good. The drakes are some of the earliest to make their home in the Underdark with me, and the shadow drakes in particular discovered the cracks present in the framework and not only warned me but help to keep them mended as they pass between shadows."

Beliza seemed to grasp about as much as that as Jaush did. "Cracks? Framework?"

The Dragon grinned. "I'm not sure you have enough knowledge to trade for an explanation of how that works."

"Well...at least clarify, you don't mean blood-kin?"

Both he and Ilka shook their heads and he said, "More kinship in form and function. Not dissimilar to many races of the Surface, especially the highly sentient ones like the Elves and the Tundar."