Sufferance Ch. 06

"S-Sister...I-I...won't last long," he said when he had the breath again to speak. "I'm s-sorry, I didn't know....you were coming, I didn't prepare—"

"Shut up and spurt in my mouth."

His eyes popped open, wide in disbelief for only a second before I started on him again, stroking and mouthing him with an increasingly demanding pace. I saw his eyes roll once and he lost focus, his body getting tighter as he fast approached his release.

"Ah...oh, Lolth...ah, ah, yes!" he gasped, and his lovely cock swelled up once more between my lips before flexing and loosing the first shot of his fluid into my mouth. His voice left him as he finished his climax hanging from the rope, five or six more strong jets striking the back or roof of my mouth as he shuddered again and again. His legs weakened but he kept hold on the rope by pure reflex.

I collected every drop, but didn't swallow it quite yet.

Standing up slowly after sucking my mouth off him, I was looking down at him now. I took hold of his chin and made him look at me. I had a smirk on my face which at least told him he should be more wary of something, and eventually it occurred to him that I hadn't spoken because I still had something in my mouth.

I read in the next instant that he was, at best, neutral with the thought of tasting his own seed in a very wet kiss. I was horny enough to figure that meant he wouldn't choke on it.

I drew out the kiss, my hands caressing his flanks, gripping and playing hard with his buttocks, until Callitro made a sound. Any sound, I didn't really care, but when he made it, it was a peep that told me I was either hurting him or he was past the limit of his tolerance and might actually try to jerk away.

It was good enough to make me laugh, finally lifting my mouth off him.

"You are very, very tasty, Callitro," I murmured, grinning wide and running my thumb over the fragrant, mixed fluids wetting his chin. My own mouth and cheeks were chilling quickly as well but I was far more used to it than he was. Certain Red Sisters could squirt a lot more.

He swallowed and licked his lips before pursing them again. The wariness reduced a little at the words of approval and he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you think so, Red Sister."

But he didn't agree. How sad that he wasn't more proud of the intoxicating effect of his semen on a female. It made me chuckle again.

"Well. Now that you'll last longer the second time..." I began significantly, removing first my weapons and then my own belt, setting them each in turn on the floor by his bed.

Callitro swiveled to watch me begin to unbuckle my bracers. His hands started to loosen on the rope. "Shall I—?"

"Don't you dare let go," I growled, and he went still and quiet again.

The wizard watched and hardly blinked as I disrobed, removing my uniform piece by piece. I was very efficient about it, and it was certainly not for his visual benefit, even though his mouth was open as he stared.

I could see the difference between us that fascinated him, even past our gender; we were both young and of an age, only a decade or two apart, and of a healthy weight. However, it was apparent that I was very physical, doing whatever I did outside, and he was not, mostly being kept in the Tower. Neither of us were what one might call muscular compared to many other races, no Drow was. Even the Red Sisters relied far more on speed, dexterity, and endurance than strength to kill. But the definition and tone of my muscles was stark, and his much more subtle.

In spite of his high interest in seeing me naked, however, he still hadn't had enough time to recover physically. When I touched him, nothing obstructing the heat coming off our skins, he grimaced and shrugged apologetically as he remained limp. I half-smiled; in truth I was glad. I wanted to try out something on my tool belt for the first time. It was why I'd hurried the first round. For whatever reason, it worked better, and for much longer, after the target had already orgasmed once.

"I could create a potion perhaps—" he began but I cut him off.

"That would take longer than to simply wait for your rebound." I bent over to pluck my belt off the floor and quickly nudged open a pouch.

"What's that?" he asked immediately upon seeing me straighten up.

I smirked and held a white, elongated and waxy substance in my open palm. It was a little smaller than my thumb and had been compressed into a smooth, cylindrical shape with soft, blunt ends. We Sisters called it an interrogation tool of sorts, but I could also use it to hurry things up so I could get my own release.

The young battle mage was tense as I went around behind him; I heard him suck in a breath when my breasts pressed to his back and I reached one arm around to draw him close. My other hand held the suppository between thumb and middle finger, and I began to work it between his buttocks.

He jumped and tried to draw away from me. He sounded slightly panicked as I held him tighter. "What are you doing, Red Sister?"

"Providing a short cut. Trust me, you won't care in a few moments."

"No, you don't have to drug me, please—"

"Think of it as a solid version of that potion you offered to make, except that it's ready immediately and will have the same effect."

He squirmed and began working very hard to avoid having something inserted into his backside. As long as he held on tight to the rope, which he did, I considered it that he was just playing hard to get.

I would get impatient soon, though; I didn't have all the time in the Underdark.

"Callitro," I growled warningly, "You've had your release. I will have mine. It's fair."

"Please, Red Sister, it's dry and I've never...taken anything—"

"You jest."

"No. Sister, you're only my third, and the other two weren't interested in that part of me at all!" He was gasping from his efforts and his anxiety.

"Well, relax, it won't hurt as much."

"I can't, not in this position..." he continued to protest and resist.

I almost got angry and frustrated enough to just use force....except that he might be even less cooperative the next time. Right now, he was my only way into the Tower. At least a little finesse was required here, even if there wasn't enough time to do a proper job seducing him again. Besides, he'd given me an opening, a concession implying he would accept in exchange for his submission.

"I see," I said, trying to sound a little less overbearing. "Let go of the rope, then."

He did so slowly, unwinding it from his wrists and lowering his arms as though they were stiff. He rubbed at his wrists and looked at me without holding eye contact for long. I nodded toward his simple bed in the corner of the room.

"On your knees. Get comfortable, and I would try to relax if I were you. I won't be happy with you if we are interrupted again before I get what I came here for."

The battle mage nodded and obeyed, getting on all fours, although he was still tense as any virgin with his back hunched up.

I got behind him, kneeling between his legs and pressing my hand onto his lower back. "Arch your back."

He complied, self-conscious about the added exposure and easier access he'd just provided.

I tentatively touched the white insert to the tip on my tongue, intending to wet it that way, but the instant I felt a tingle I stopped, making a face. I supposed it had to be the other way; I didn't want to waste more time searching for some kind of lubricant in his rather disorganized living-and-working quarters. Not only that, but knowing my luck today, it would be some substance that would interfere with this suppository even working properly. I already knew it worked just fine with natural body fluids.

I leaned down and parted him a little more with my hands, flicking my tongue against his puckered hole. He squealed in surprise.

"Hold still!" I said from between his cheeks before continuing to lick him, using plenty of my saliva to make him wet.

"Sur-surprised me." He gasped loudly when I stiffened my oral probe and pierced him a few times. "That... feels good, Red Sister," he admitted, perhaps hoping to get on my good side again.

"It should."

I leaned back up and positioned one blunt end of the insert into the center of his ring. He tightened up by reflex but I just waited a moment until it had passed, and then pressed in with my index finger, smoothly opening him up. The salvia definitely helped.

He grunted. "It's...doing something—"

Then he yelped as I pushed not only the rest of the substance into him but half my finger as well, making sure it would stay inside his body where it could dissolve completely and enter his bloodstream. I withdrew when it felt like many tiny bubbles were fizzing around my finger.

Callitro was gripping the blankets as his breathing quickened and he trembled, looking back at me with wide eyes. Knowing more magic and alchemy than the average Drow, he was much more afraid of what had just been introduced to his system than someone blissfully ignorant. I felt sorry for him that he couldn't just relax and enjoy the ride.

I reached between his legs to caress his delicate sack, soon sliding forward to wrap my fingers around a quickly hardening cock. I stroked him, and he moaned. Excellent.

"On your back, Callitro," I cooed, and he got down and rolled over, my favorite toy jutting up proudly and ready for use in record time. I wasted no more of it; I counted myself lucky that I hadn't received a summons already.

"You will hold back your release until I say you may have it. Understand?"

"Y-yes," he gasped, and I ignored the lack of my title to save time.

I straddled my playmate and set to pierce myself on him, to get him as far inside me as possible. Even better, I knew he could squirt and line my channel with his real, delightful semen, it could be such volume as to leak out all over my thighs and his balls, and it would pose no threat to me.

I rode him energetically; oh, it was wonderful, so familiar...my first real coupling with a male since I was a Noble. I loved his cries of abandon and echoed them, the slap of our flesh and the sucking wetness harmonizing with a hard fuck. I think we got louder than I would have thought wise—the battle mage didn't care, he was barely aware of anything but the overwhelming strokes along his sex—but I didn't care to cover his mouth, either...it was exactly what I needed to ramp myself up higher each time.

*One...two....oh, Lolth, please let's go for a third...!*

Callitro's fingers were digging in hard to my hips as he started grinding his teeth loud enough that I heard it. "Please...please...it hurts..."

I leaned down, still rolling my hips along his length, hissing luridly, "Only if you suck my cunt as I sit on your face."

He nodded urgently. "Yes....yes! Anything, Sister!"

"Then squirt it all inside my hungry twat, wizard. I'm ready to drain you dry."

He yelled as he came, muscles standing out in his neck from the strain as he jerked and pulsed inside me. I barely gave him time to finish before I lifted off him and crawled up to straddle his face next so he could make good on our agreement.

Unlike when he was completely sober, he did not hesitate now to stick his tongue where he had just deposited his seed. He gripped my backside with both hands. I laughed and moaned in delight, feeling his eager tongue and lips sucking and throttling my sex. I quickly came again for that third and final time then I smeared our mixed juices farther across his face, marking him just for fun, before I climbed off.

Callitro couldn't get up; he lay naked and coated in sweat and fluid on his bed. I knew he'd be partially paralyzed for a few hours after the rush and crushing orgasm that had hit him triggered the next stage of the suppository. His head lolled from side to side, he could speak, if slowly, and he could lift his hand in a vague gesture if he really tried, but that was about it. His eyes were lazy, half-closed, and he murmured something unintelligible as I helped myself to his wash basin to clean myself up.

"W-when...?" he asked louder, only as I began quickly dressing myself.

"You'll be able to walk in a few hours," I said matter-of-factly. I knew from personal experience, after all. "Relax and enjoy it. You'll be fine."

"N-no...when might you return?"

I paused and quirked my brow. "I have no way to know. But I think that's just the drug in your system talking. You might be ready for a break from me when you come down."

He smiled lazily at me; supreme satisfaction lined his seed-smeared face. "Oh...but they were...r-right."

I simply had to finish dressing and arming myself at that point, double-checking everything before I could pause again, even though this comment sent an insistent demand through my clearing head. Now that I wasn't so damned fuck-stupid, I would take advantage yet again. The suppository was working as it should; not only so powerful that it eventually forced an orgasm, but made the paralysis following it an ideal a period of time where one might get any surprising bit of truth from the recipient.

"'They' were right about what, Callitro?"

"About Red Sisters...your hunger...is legendary..."

Silly fawning. I approached the bed, looking down at him. "Who are 'they'?"

"Elder wizzzards," he slurred, blinking blearily at me.

"And what do they know of our hunger?"

"Sisters have always used them...like you used me."

I folded my arms. "Any they enjoy it?"

"Not all. But ssome...times...any female is...welcome here. A Red Sissster... overpowering. So beautiful...strong...deadly."

I could guess I was listening to a type of heroine worship now, rather than real information. It seemed Callitro had heard from other wizards some titillating sex stories and he had wanted to try it himself. Now that he had...? Well, I'd wait until he sobered up to see that. He couldn't have heard that many *accurate* stories if he wasn't comfortable with me putting something in his ass.

Still. There was knowledge here if I asked the right question.

"Do you know of any who do not enjoy being used by a Red Sister, Callitro," I asked quietly and levelly.

He was silent for a few moments, blinked twice, and finally answered slowly, "I think so. Posssibly."

"Their names?"

"Raegel and Shyntre...Oran, perhapss..." He stopped.

"Why do you think so? Have they bedded down with one that you know?"

"I don' know. They speak ill of the Sissters...if you come up....I've argued...beffore."

It did sound promising, although I bore in mind that Callitro wouldn't necessarily come in contact with every dissenter in the Tower. Now, was my wizard the type who would vocally complain to other wizards? I thought he might be; he had too much temper to remain totally silent if someone romanticized us.

"Which levels are they on?" I asked.

"Raegel and Shyntre are just above me. Oran is two below."

Eighteen and Fifteen. Alright.

There was a sound, a small ding that drifted into the air, and then a voice just outside the door and I tensed.

"Callitro? Are you in there?"

He ignored the voice, staring glaze-eyed up at his ceiling. I went still and listened harder.

There was a second one, I heard a hand brush the door in a different spot and there was enough time a shared gesture exchange if they were communicating at all.

The first one called again, louder. "Callitro?"

My training said to remain stealthy and not give myself away; under most circumstances, that would be to my advantage. But really, what was the point here? We'd clearly been heard, more than one knew I was here, and Callitro's status would change in some way now that I'd been here.

I felt like opening the door, very suddenly, and I did not suppress the wide grin as they both blurted a curse and stumbled back from me. The speaker even stepped on his robes and fell on his backside.

I moved into the hall and backing them up further. I left the door open behind me. "I'm afraid he's not in condition for gossip quite yet. Surely you can wait."

Both wizards had enormous eyes and seemed unable to decide what to do.

"Do either of you have quarters just one up," I pointed toward the ceiling.

They glanced at each other, taking time to absorb the abrupt question, and the first shook his head in the negative. "We live here."

"Retrieve one. Bring him here."

I leaned against Callitro's entrance casually and folded my arms; clearly I was not leaving.

Another glance, then one finally found his voice. "Who?"

Why not? Catch a spider by a leg...pick any leg.

"Either Raegel or Shyntre."

I saw an interesting reaction in the second, very quiet one; it was a change in his brow and eyes that seemed one of recognition, and I focused on him, trusting the timing to be natural and not delayed. "Wait. Make it Shyntre specifically."

The second one nodded before the first one did; now I knew it was the right choice. There was a connection here, and the second wizard thought he knew a reason for my presence and my command. I was glad someone knew. Maybe this wasn't "my" wizard, but I was going to take anything I could from this.

Then again, it just might be.

"You go," I motioned to the second wizard. "Tell him Callitro said he was right and he needs to talk to him. Don't make one gesture about me. Remember I know where you reverie. And you," the first wizard frowned slightly, "stay until he returns."

After a subtle swallow, they both complied. The second wizard didn't seem too hesitant, so I could assume the story was not one he would have trouble telling.

I had the first one come into Callitro's room with me and close the door; he inhaled the scent in the room on reflex and stared open-mouthed at his level-mate's reclining, nude, and very sticky body. The young battle mage was unconscious by this point; it was the eventuality if one didn't actively work to keep them semi-aware and talking. It worked for me.

I reached to close my hand on the back of the wizard's neck and the stress just coursed through him.

"Please," he whispered.

"Just let them in when they come back, and don't touch anything but the door. I'll be standing behind you; don't give me away. Do this and I won't touch you."

He nodded.

I couldn't do much about the almost tangible tension in the air, but hopefully one could think it had more to do with Callitro supposedly confessing to the other wizard when the two of them showed up. I blew out the one candle that lit the room and stepped back into a smaller area of the room, going very still.

We waited as our eyes adjusted.

The standing wizard in the room seemed to breathe only when the soft ding sounded again, announcing someone at the door. He opened it readily. "Yes, yes, come in. He's asked for you, Shyntre."

Not bad, and nice of him to confirm the identity for me. His voice wavered, however; he'd have to work on that.

The second wizard looked around, clearly bewildered and looking for another, and I had to slip behind them just as the new arrival noticed and started to tense.

The door shut with a dull thump and all three jumped, the two from this floor uttering curses again, moving back from me and closer to Callitro's bed. The two no-names glanced back at the body on the bed again, but the one from the floor above didn't. He stared right at me.

In that one moment I could determine he was about the right height, older than any of these three by a century if it was a cycle. His experienced, reasonably handsome face was completely still and he made no reflexive or sudden moves, but I saw the incredible spike of life energy starting in his chest and blooming in all directions. A fight or flight response. I could barely hear his heartbeat in the next moment.

I needed only one thing more to determine if it was my uniform or my face to which he had reacted so strongly.