The Apostate Ch. 02

"I do too," he replied with a laugh.

"Lirafey comes," Lura said, backing away. "Start removing your clothing. Something distasteful and, I'm sure, quite fun is about to happen. Know that I do not wish to share you with any other, and when we are done with this business, I never will again."

"Likewise," he said, and he felt the empathic link open up again. She felt his devotion and adoration, then felt something else rising up. Lust. She embraced his emotion as his gaze devoured hers, then dropped the magical wall of silence. Lirafey's steps sounded on the cold stone immediately, right outside the entrance.

Hammer's armor fell to the floor shortly thereafter, revealing the strong musculature of his torso and the tightness in his trousers. He turned to face Lirafey with a glower, but the priestess's eyes were roaming his body ravenously. "I seek your mistress," she said in a husky voice.

Hammer backed away, and Lura stepped forward, her red robe already shifted to her desires. It was little more than a strip of cloth hanging down over her hips. Her breasts were bare and as glorious as he remembered them. The magical cloth covered her nethers and the upper half of her bottom, but nothing else, revealing all of her feminine charms to the priestess, who immediately licked her lips with hunger.

"I come to serve the high priestess and the goddess," she said, falling to her knee. "And her consort, if she desires it."

"Of course you are," Lura said, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms under her breasts. She nodded to Hammer. "Show me what you can do. Earn the privilege to taste me."

*****

Shandra was slowly strumming her clitoris in her own little nook in the cavern. Her magic gave her enough vision to watch the unfolding drama between Luriia Torviir, Calavyr, and her mistress Lirafey, and what a show it would prove to be. She had no interest in dallying with the male Solafein. He was a clumsy, unskilled lover, in her opinion. She required a woman's touch. Or perhaps Calavyr would prove superior.

Sure, Solafein served Lirafey well enough, but he actually desired the priestess. When he coupled with Shandra, it was for one intent: orgasm. Nothing else mattered. He didn't enjoy theprocess.

And if there was anything Shandra the sorceress enjoyed, it was the process of everything. Therefore, as she laid on the floor of the cavern, a conjured rug below her to warm her flesh, her clothing discarded in a pile to bare her endowed figure, the process was all that she considered. The fingers of her left hand were enchanted with a minor cantrip so that they emitted soft little sparks whenever they contacted her flesh. It was an instantaneous effect, nothing that lasted, so that she wouldn't have a constant buzzing of electricity from finger to nipple while she tormented each one.

Her other hand was lazily plying her damp folds, strumming against her clit only occasionally. She wanted to feel her entire sex stimulated before she allowed herself an orgasm. As she lay there, admiring the figure of the two priestesses in their chamber with massive Calavyr, she ran her hand over her large breast, much larger than her fellow females. She would have attributed it to childbirth from decades ago, but she had always been larger than other females, and not in any way that benefitted her during martial training. Her breasts always got in her way, and her ass was always too wide for the armored skirts and leggings they required of her.

Thank Lolth for her sorcerous blood. It saved her from the constricting armors the priestesses of her family wore and allowed her to parade her assets in beautiful, scandalous gowns and robes that didn't in any way interfere with her magic. When she reached adulthood, she very quickly earned a reputation for promiscuity. Shandra often slummed around the underbelly of Menzoberranzan. Her magic kept her safe from would-be rapists and males that had a beef with the female powers of the city while she sold her body to all types of buyers. Humans, orcs, drow of all type, even a slaver who's dragonborn slave's erection would have split her cunny apart if it weren't for her magic.

Moreover, Shandra had been hired on for a brief stint in the Spidermask, an exclusive club for high society drow that desired to see their fellow drow dancing in little more than a mask and a smile. Indeed, her work as a mask dancer had brought her great pleasure, having acquired many private clientele out of the job. The Spidermask had been a safe place for her and her fellow hedonist. The owner of the club was rumored to have ties with the First House and a handful of the most powerful drow in Menzoberranzan. That rumor was enough to keep any violence or assassination attempts at bay. It was a place where drow could truly let their guard down—almost—and enjoy the carnal pleasures their society offered.

And Shandra, the Spideress, had been the crowd favorite. Her full curves, large breasts, broad hips, and incredibly long, silvery hair was the talk of the club every night. It earned the most platinum coin, the most applause, and the most after-hours rutting. And by the end of a night of dancing, she was so worked up from eyes on her alone that she would have fucked an ogre a half-dozen times. It all worked out.

Until House Mourlefey attacked in secret one night, slaughtering her entire family save for her. Saved by Lirafey, who just so happened to be her most loyal client at the Spidermask.

She sighed, fingers running over her curves and her labia. Another life, lost to the past. She immersed herself again in the present, her eyes watching her new companions. Lirafey seemed to be praying to Lolth. Shandra scoffed. "If you would put your eyes on the pleasure before you, you might enjoy it more," she said under her breath as she slid a deft, thin finger inside her folds.

Lirafey's hands slid up and down Calavyr's torso, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen and chest before coming together around the growing length of his member. Such an impressive slice of meat, too, she reckoned. A grin tugged at her lips as she watched the priestess kiss up and down the drow's shaft.

Shandra grinned. "It's about time," she said as the priestess took the bloated, gleaming head of Calavyr's cock into her mouth.

*****

Lura watched with respect as Lirafey took more and more of the large cock hanging from her lover's hips into her mouth. With each swallow, she took more in, covering the head with saliva to ease its passage into her mouth and throat. The glistening black veins on Hammer's cock brought her back to an age when such a sight was commonplace around her House and her private chambers. Nostalgia became aphrodisiac and her fingers strummed at her nether lips while Lirafey patiently and skillfully tended to Hammer's member.

"She's good," Hammer said in a gravelly voice thick with arousal.

"I see," Lura said, watching, biting her lip. Her red robe fell to the floor, baring her body fully to the others in her corner of the cavern. Lirafey's eyes immediately darted to the high priestess's body, but Hammer demanded her attention by seizing a fistful of white hair and pushing her face lower down his member. He wasn't violent about it, his grip more of a suggestive push in the right direction than an outright impaling.

Lirafey's eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned around the large cock in her mouth. Her throat spasmed as she tried to swallow his member fully. She got most of the way down his member before her gag reflex took over and caused her to dry heave and spit out his cock, disengaging from his shaft.

Lura seized the moment by crossing the nook and taking the priestess by the face, lifting her to her feet, and kissing her passionately, tasting her warrior's cock in the Lira's mouth. She moaned with pleasure as the priestess melted into her.

Hammer sidled up behind Lirafey, his eyes locked onto Lura's as a grin took his face. He stroked himself idly as they backed into the wall, Lira facing the wall and Lura facing the priestess. Hammer was behind the lesser priestess then, his cock iron hard and pressing into her lower back as he bent down to kiss at her neck. She moaned at the attention from both sides, her hands needfully running up and down Lura's body, grasping at her hips and her breasts, but not daring to touch any sensitive bits without the high priestess's say-so.

So Hammer took the initiative, crouching enough to slide his long, thick shaft between Lirafey's thighs and against her molten, sodden cunny. She arched her back, parting her thighs just enough, and Hammer sunk himself into her slickened cunt. She moaned, loudly, as Hammer pressed his girth deeper and deeper into her. Lura smiled and laughed darkly, reaching down to flick her fingers against Lirafey's clitoris while crouching to suckle at her smaller breasts and their perfectly taut nipples.

When the barbarian hilted himself within the priestess, he closed his eyes, reminded himself his purpose and gritted his teeth. This was not his lover. This was not who his heart yearned for. The initial arousal of a naked, beautiful drow wore off and he felt his member flagging almost immediately.

And Lura sensed his hesitation. She reached beyond the priestess's moist folds and cradled her lover's sack, massaging it and urging him onward. "Fuck her, my warrior," she said. "Fuck her properly."

Hammer smiled, pushed the negativity out of his mind and reared back for a savage thrust that speared the smaller drow's insides with the savageness he'd always known. She howled with bliss and a measure of pain, but he knew the signs well enough: the way her pussy clamped down on him, the way her nails dug into the stone wall in front of her, the way she threw her head back in ecstasy. He grinned, grasped her hips in one hand and a breast in the other hand, imagining Lura's supple mounds all the while. His hips became a machine made for fucking, and his cock a hammer against her loins.

"By the gods," she whimpered under his continuous assault. Lura stood up to face her, still fingering at the priestess's clitoris. "He is amazing," she breathed, eyes wide and face slack with helpless pleasure as Hammer continued railing her.

"Slow, my warrior," Lura said over the priestess's shoulder, and the warrior grinned. Both hands slid down to Lirafey's hips, fingers wrapping around to the front side as his pace slowed to a methodical, casual thrust. Each plowing movement took its time withdrawing from her quivering canal until just the tip of the head remained within. He re-entered her with slow, gentle authority, the veins of his iron-hard shaft tickling at every nerve ending within her cunt.

Lirafey whimpered and leaned heavily on Lura as she relished in every agonizingly blissful inch of Hammer's cock, slowly but implacably filling her. The sensation was unlike any she'd felt before with another drow. The way he completely filled her, almost overmuch, had her knees limp as she clung to Lura.

And then, with one final thrust, her orgasm claimed her, making of her a sodden, sweating, quivering mess held up only by Lura's kiss and Hammer's cock.

"Leave her," Lura said to Hammer, and he let his cock slide out of the priestess slowly. He was dripping her nectar and a sheen of his own perspiration as the priestess fell to her knees before Lura. And Lura, Chosen of Sune, grinned down, an apostate wearing the guise of this priestess's superior, spreading her shapely, toned thighs, baring her pouting, pink sex for her.

Lirafey fell into Lura's pussy, lips latching onto the glistening mound, tongue lashing recklessly and carelessly, eager to simply taste the nectar flowing forth from Lura's snatch. She moaned like a halfling at a table of sweetmeats. Lura gave her own coo of pleasure, watching Hammer as he observed. The priestess's tongue was deft and quick, but had thus far not struck any sensitive cord for the Sunite.

But Lirafey was only getting the eagerness out of her system. She wanted very much to taste this drow's orgasm, and knew precisely what to do. Her tongue finally zeroed in on Lura's clit, the buildup of her seemingly clumsy ministrations serving to heighten the anticipation and, thusly, delight on Lura's face when finally she went to work properly. Her fingers slid up and down Lura's thighs, teasingly threatening to penetrate the drow's folds. For her part, Lura had a mind only to grasp at her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, pinching her own nipples.

Lirafey slipped a finger, then two fingers, into Lura's cunny, curling them within and pumping them in and out slowly while her tongue lashed quickly at the stiff little bud of a clitoris. Lura spread her thighs further, opening herself to the priestess while she rode the waves of oral bliss. Hammer continued observing off to the side, grinning as his cock stood rock hard for the priestess's. He didn't particularly like being left apart from the fun, but the sight was truly a delight to behold.

When the lesser priestess presse her pinky finger against Lura's perfectly relaxed asshole, she very nearly came from the surprise. No stranger to anal play, she pressed her hips down, letting the fingertip dip into her anus for an instant. Lirafey caught on quick and her finger slipped up into the drow's asshole.

Both holes penetrated by fingers, her tongue under continuous assault by Lirafey's skilled tongue, Lura was almost complete. She beckoned Hammer over and grabbed hold of his cock. Standing beside the priestess's, the warrior basked in the mingled scents of their mutual arousal. Lura stroked his cock with a firm grip, using Lirafey's nectar as lubrication. Her grip progressively tightened on his cock, and she aimed it toward Lirafey, who seemed to catch on immediately. She closed her eyes, and as Lura's orgasm overtook her, Hammer came with her, their empathic link making their mutual bliss that much more powerful.

His sweet cream landed in streamers, thick white ropes, across Lirafey's face.

*****

Shandra's tenth orgasm finally ebbed away as Lura knelt to lick cum off of Lirafey's face, sharing it with her fellow priestess.

"Sluts," Shandra said with a giggle. Her body was a mess of sweat and hair, clinging to her ebon skin. She was panting, her fingers were sore, and her magic was wearing off. The image of the three drow she'd been spying on vanished, replaced by Solafein, cock out and slowly flagging, a smattering of his jizz on the stone floor between Shandra's feet.

"Quite a show," he said with a smirk.

"Indeed," the sorceress said. She eyed the weapons master, her arousal not quite vanished. "Care for another?"

"Can I participate?"

"Is that a serious question?" she asked, beckoning the weapons master toward her. "But don't take your time. I'm quite exhausted."