Sune's Chosen Ch. 01

"Brace yourself on the desk again," she said.

The authoritative voice aroused Lura to no end. It reminded her of the times her superior priestesses or even her matron mother would command her to perform for them in the bedchamber, or the times she would take lesser priestesses into her own. Things of home always seemed to arouse her, despite her oft-painful memories. Suddenly, she felt the tassels of the rod make sharp contact with the soft flesh of her tight, voluptuous and muscular bottom. She stifled an outburst by biting her lip when the rod came in again, lashing against her butt.

Again and again, Miria struck the drow. Welts darker than her black skin graced the soft skin, and eventually, much to Miria's delight, Lura cried out. She had heard pain before, and this was not it. Lura was in bliss, relishing in the pain. Miria rained a blow across her black back and the drow's arms buckled. Her face hit the desk, but not hard enough to hurt her. Miria dropped the cane and grabbed her by the hair, pulling the drow up and lashing her tongue across the drow's lips.

Lura lunged for the surface elf, wrapping a leg around Miria's waist and pulling her in tight. Her hands wrapped around the smaller elf's shoulders, hands digging into wet, jet black hair. They kissed hungrily, neither much able to control themselves. Lura grinded her hips into Miria, rubbing her sex against the delicate, thin hair of Miria's sex.

Miria was the stronger of the two, though, and thrust the drow away, pushing her into a sitting position on the desk, and then pushing her back down to the wood. Miria put her fair-skinned hand on the black-skinned neck of the drow. Lura looked up with burning desire in her crimson eyes, and Mira climbed atop her, straddling her waist and turning her head to the side, revealing the vulnerable artery in Lura's neck. She bent down quickly, teeth bared, hand clenched around Lura's neck.

Lura's skin was ablaze when the elf stopped a hair's breadth from her flesh. She was ready, eager, almost hoping that Miria would bite down and break the skin of her flesh and feel her lifeblood lubricating the elf's lips. No such luck, though she was not complaining. Hot breath breathed against her skin, which was beginning to moisten with perspiration, and a delicate tongue flicked onto her skin. The drow held her breath, only short bursts of exhalation escaping her lungs. Her entire body was tense, her fingers grasping in futile attempt for a handhold on the flat surface of the wood.

Miria released the drow neck, sliding her hand down Lura's chest, just missing the turgid peak of the dark nipple thereupon, and down to the tight, rippling abdomen. The bard thrust her hips up, hoping to bring her needy sex closer to the pale fingers, but Miria grinned and clamped her teeth onto the black skin of Lura's neck. Her hand slid up the drow's body, her fingernails raking against the skin, scraping over the breast, over her chest, and up to her jaw. Miria pulled her face away, watching as her fingers gripped Lura's jaw, pulling it open. She held it here, licking her tongue over violet lips. She tasted the paint on her lips and, after circling the full lips, glared.

"Painted like a common courtesan," Miria said. Lura glowered at her. "That's right, you common streetwalker." Lura bucked against her in defiance, but the paladin was stronger. She grinded her hips into the drow painfully, and Lura cried out in pain and lust. "I should take you like the whore you make yourself out to be. Bend you over, and force myself into you. You would like that, yes?"

"Bitch," Lura growled, and Miria's hand immediately found her neck again. She bit the violet lower lip, and Lura cried out again.

The elf slid down Lura's body, kissing and licking down into the valley between the full breasts on Lura's chest. She buried her face between them, placing her hands on the outsides of the globes, and pressing them against her face. Miria breathed in the sweat-slick skin, tasting the saline-coated skin. She heard Lura moan deep in her chest at the sensation, and slowly drew her head out.

Lura felt the wet hair covering her black breasts, leaving cool water on them to be assaulted by cool air. Her nipples tightened painfully, and she wanted to touch them but resisted. The drow's patience was rewarded by warm pale lips clasping onto them, sucking on them eagerly like a babe feeding from his mother's milk. She moaned loudly, not caring that she likely did sound like a common tavern whore. Miria's teeth clamped onto the nubs containing those bundled nerve endings, and the sharp pain almost sent her into a climax. Pinched between cruel teeth, Miria's tongue lapped at the nipples relentlessly, her free hand massaging and torturing the other breast and nipple, and the sensations that coursed through the drow did, actually, make her convulse in an orgasm.

Miria grinned lasciviously and sat down between Lura's legs. Placing her left leg beneath Lura's right, and curling her right leg over Lura's left, she pressed her sex against the drow's violet petals. The two began grinding and grunting forceably. The sensation was electric to them both and the reached out to eachother, hooking their hands around eachothers necks and pulling eachother into a fierce kiss. Their teeth collided often, accidentally biting each other's tongues and smashing their lips together as they ground and thrusted and slid their sopping wet pussies into eachother. Miria broke the sloppy kiss first and cried out loudly as she came violently, squirting a copious amounts of her arousal up onto Lura's abdomen and breasts.

Relishing in the rain of sex, Lura also

climaxed, though without ejaculation, and shuddered as their forms came together again, sweating and wet. Black hair mingled with white hair as they twisted and curled into eachother on top of the desk, and Lura's black skin was overtaken by Miria's pale flesh as she spooned against the drow's backside.

"I trust you will remember your lesson?" Miria said quietly.

"A drow's memory is quite long," Lura cooed. "But I do believe I have matters to attend to."

"Do all drow leave their bedmates so soon after lovemaking?" Miria asked.

"Drow do not make love," Lura said, sliding off the now wet desktop. "They conquer that which they desire, and discard that which is no longer useful." Miria was taken aback. She leaned forward over the desk, her breasts a teasing pendulum of sexuality to the paladin, and said, "A good thing I am not like most drow," as she kissed the paladin on the forehead. "My bed will always be open to you, Matron Miria."

*****

Lura felt radiant. Her visit with Miria ha lightened her step and released all the pent up tension she had accrued from her trip from the Moonwood back to Silverymoon. Despite her relaxed state, she felt her sweat beginning to dry on her skin, and her loins felt like they were still coated with her and Miria's arousal. With her gauzy outfit back on and her sword belt slung over her shoulder, she descended to the bottom floor, which was two floors below the common room, and into the communal baths and steam rooms. Several people were already down their, swimming languidly or cuddling up to another, and there were several group huddles, as well as a few Sunites who had excused themselves from the communal bathing pool to a more secluded, though by no means private, steam room for more carnal interests.

A magical orb hung in the center of the damp room, indicating the time, and she realized that she would have little opportunity to enjoy the pleasantries that came from bathing in a Sunite bath house. The drow stood before a wall of cubbies and, locating an empty one, she removed her sparse clothing and placed it within. She hung her leather belt and sword on a peg that protruded from the wooden grid that seperated the cubbies. Lura sighed contentedly as the warm, damp air caressed her skin, leaving a sheen of moisture on her obsidian skin.

As she walked back toward the expansive common pool, the dim lighting made her moist skin shimmer, and several of her sisters and brothers of the Sunite order whistled lightly or offered her compliments.

"A visage," said an older man with silver bristles around his mouth. She favored him with a smile and a wink. When Lura came to the entry ramp, she tested the waters, as was her habit, even though she knew it would be pleasantly warm. Satisfied, she waded in slowly, feeling the cleansing waters tingle as they rose up her legs, over her sex and hips, and finally her breasts. Her nipples were hard, an effect of the tingling sensation she felt from the cleansing.

A sister and brother approached him, though she had a hard time calling them anything resembling family. The female, the chocolate-skinned woman she had greeted earlier, was accompanied by a very thick half-orc, and Lura could not help but notice the length and girth of his member as they waded, all smiles, toward her. She leaned against the wall of the pool, slipping beneath the water to wet her hair, and spread her arms out along the sides, smiling at the couple.

"Greetings, Elna," Lura said to the black woman, then to the half-orc, "and Rimlac."

Elna pushed through the water, placing her hands on Lura's waist and kissing her deeply, her tongue lashing briefly against Lura's, before responding in kind. "Greetings, my favorite bard."

Rimlac was not so forward, and merely placed a thick hand on her hip, kissing her cheek. "Always a pleasure to see you, beautiful Lura."

Lura like Rimlac. He had joined her in her bed on few occasions, but each time she had slept contentedly from his ministrations. Likewise with Elna. All of the women that worked out of the Dancing Rose were adept lovers, though each had their quirks and tastes. For example, while Miria was into domination and pain, Elna enjoyed being bitten, finger-fucked, and liked to use a strap-on with her lovers.

"We were going to one of the saunas," Elna said, sliding her hands over Rimlac's torso teasingly, "and thought you might like to join us."

"It has been a long while since I had you," the half-orc added, rubbing her arm affectionately.

"I am honored by the invitation," Lura said, looking quickly at the clock orb. Her loins wept with eagerness to join the two, for she did love three-ways very much, especially with these two, but her time was short. "Alas, that I have an arrangement in an hour, and I very much need to prepare."

"The Sharessan celebration?" Elna queried.

"Yes," Lura said. "Mikhail, from the ale gardens across the Market, invited me."

"Is he not the boy you constantly complain about?" Rimlac asked, his attention to her arm growing more sensual as he slid the strong hand to her shoulder and began massaging her. She groaned in delight, letting her head loll to the side.

"Yes," she managed weakly. "But this time was different, and I don't know how."

Rimlac slipped around behind the drow, both hands kneading at her shoulder and neck muscles, causing her to moan more, her eyes fluttering closed. Before she knew it, she felt the naked half-orc's meat drifting against her bottom and thighs, thanks to the water's currents. The sensation reminded her of how well he filled her and fit inside her. She opened her eyes as Elna straddled her, running her now soapy hands over Lura's chest and breasts. The dark elf saw Elna's almost black nipples sticking out very far from her perky, but small breasts. They looked like rubber erasers she had used during her days at the drow Academy, and she instinctively reached out to touch them.

The dark-skinned human giggled and moaned playfully at the sensations, and Lura stopped, grinning, before she got to carried away.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to join us?" Elna said, her hands slipping lower, down the drow's taut stomach and over her hips. She slid closer as she reached further back, cupping Lura's ass. Elna reached behind Rimlac for a second, summoning an oil globe from the floor. The Dancing Rose's bath house had been built with Sune's blessing, and the floor around the pool was enchanted to produce soaps, oils, and other bathing accessories as requested by the user. Elna coated Lura's back and bottom with the slick substance, and it stayed on Lura's skin despite the water's best efforts to wash it away. Then, Elna reached further back, grasping the semi-hard length of Rimlac's member.

"I only wish..." Lura said, her eyes closing again as Rimlac found a tender spot at the middle of her back. Her head fell forward, onto Elna's soft shoulder as the chocolate-skinned woman began to slowly glide her hands up and down the gray-skinned half-orc's member. He groaned low, like the distant rumble of stone falling down a mountain.

Lura felt the tip of the shaft graze her bottom several times, and from the movements of Elna's arms on her sides, she knew full well what was going on. She reached forward and started molesting Elna's small breasts, paying special attention to the long rubbery nipples. The dark woman gasped, biting her lip as she rested her chin on Lura's shoulder, delighting in the feel of the drow's large breasts pressed against her abdomen, the sensation of her engorged nipples being pinched and twisted, and the feel of the long, thick cock in her hands.

Rimlac, realizing what was beginning to transpire from this simple invitation, moved his hands from Lura's shoulders to her flanks, sliding them up and down and massaging the sides of Lura's breasts as the pressed tightly against Elna's body. When he felt Elna's hands tense and heard her gasp, he knew that Lura had slid her fingers down between the human's legs. He looked over Lura's shoulder and saw her hand buried between Elna's thighs, and her other hand around back, massaging the chocolate butt and reaching further, slipping between the crack of those gloriously toned cheeks. He reached his hands down between Lura's thighs, pulling them apart. She complied instantly, gasping even as she locked lips with Elna's muscular shoulder.

With the athletic woman stroking Rimlac's cock, and the half-orc's hands seeking her burning sex, Lura forgot for the moment about her meeting with Mikhail and lost herself in the moment. Elna's sex was tight, almost surprisingly so, and Lura only used one finger insider her, curling it vigorously against the most sensitive spot within the dark woman, while grinding the heel of her palm against the hard, longish clitoris that presented itself. Lura's other hand had slipped between the crack of Elna's ass, and was sliding up and down it, teasing the human before she started massaging the puckered rosebud, beckoning it to open for her. Then, Rimlac's fingers found her sex.

Lura bucked against his chest the instant his thick fingers pressed against her petals. Elna lost her rhythm with his cock, but the erratic motion was good, almost too good, as he was almost sent over the edge. He was hard, almost painfully so, and knew that his heavy sack was eager to pump thick seed into the open water. It took all his concentration not to lose his control and to please the drow in his lap at the same time. His thick finger broke through her portal, plunging deep inside the well-lubricated sex as his other hand rubbed circles around the violet clit that slipped free from its hood.

"Sune's fiery cunt!" Elna grunted loudly when Lura plunged a finger into human's bottom. She started shivering, and her pussy and bottom clenched around the drow's skilled fingers as she hit her climax. Lura, being the sadistic drow that she is, slid another finger into Elna's snatch, curled it viciously and pressed the heel of her palm down on the pink clit, chaining a second orgasm into the woman, who tried to curse her, but instead moaned incoherently and bit down on the drow's shoulder. Lura giggled sadistically as she felt the human relax against her.

Rimlac watched his brown-skinned lover get off on the drow's fingers and let himself go. Thick, pearly seed shot out with force into the water, bouncing off the perfectly rounded globes of Lura's ass. A copious amount of the juice filled the water, falling in strands over his thick thighs, Elna's sinewy arms, or sticking to Lura's obsidian back. He focused again on his ministrations, focusing his rubbing directly on Lura's clit while stretching her with his second finger.

Lura took her cue and let loose the knot in her loins, releasing her arousal and quivering as the sensations overtook her. She shivered and shook, grunted and panted as electricity coursed through her veins. Finally, her pussy's clench on Rimlac's fingers let loose, and the half-orc removed his fingers to smell her arousal, despite the water's cleansing qualities.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly. She put her hands on Elna's face and pulled her in for a deep kiss, then turned, straddling Rimlac and his still stiff member. She kissed him as well, her tongue diving into his big mouth, lashing and wrestling for a moment with his long, thick tongue. "Sometime soon I want that tongue in me," she said, remembering well the way he slithered that mouth muscle inside her sex and her bottom.

"Any time you wish, my dear Lura," he replied.

"Hells," she said, suddenly realizing her time constraints. "My dears, it's been a pleasure, but I really have to get ready."

"Go," Elna said. "We'll still be here when you get back."

"I just may be hilted inside her," Rimlac said. Lura was swimming away, but her keen elven ears heard Elna say, "You better hilt yourself soon, stud."

She hated to miss out on a good three-way, but she was, despite her lineage, a woman of her word.

And something about Mikhail earlier had truly charmed her, despite his awkward come-ons and predictable compliments. With a towel wrapped around her body, clothes in hand, and sword-and-belt slung over her shoulder, she ran up the stairs, to the top floor, and finally to her quarters.

Hues of violet and red, detailed in black and silver, greeted her, as well as multicolored faerie fire that accented her décor. Her four post bed, draped with black, translucent sheets, was dressed in deep violet covers, with crimson and silver pillows amassed into a huge pile at the headboard. The large oaken headboard was carved with images of Sune and her divine allies mingling with eachother and others, mortals, in an orgy of pleasure and debauchery. All of her furniture was designed similarly, with Sune or her cohorts in the throes of passion, either with another or alone, or simply looking on. Some pieces were simply carved with the holy symbols of Lliira, goddess of joy, Sharess, goddess of debauchery and pleasure, or Sune, the goddess of love and passion. Above her windows were the symbols of Selûne, the moon goddess, and Sune's former ally, but always friend.

She grinned at her room, simply for the beauty she saw in it. Her old robes, clothes, and weapons were there too, relics of a forgotten past dedicated to cruel Lolth, goddess of chaos and spiders, goddess of the drow. Every now and then she would gaze upon the robes of a high priestess, reminding herself what she had escaped, and that if she could escape that, she could do anything. Lura's old clothes were still

useful, though, and she kept them in a separate closet, with things she had acquired from the surface.

None of her new things could ever be as risqué and sensual as her Underdark clothing, though, and she knew that she would be dipping into her old wardrobe for tonight's festival. As she moved about her room, she came to her pride and joy. Sitting on four horse legs, about three feet off the floor, was what appeared to be a rocking horse, save for the head sported a unicorn's horn. She smiled, twisting that horn and watching with delight and glee as a long, thick dildo slipped up out of the featureless back of the unicorn. Imagining the many times she had ridden her unicorn, her loins began to weep with delight, and she had to vigorously shake her head back to the present.