The Stray (WIP)

by God-Emperor of Mankind

 

Night had long since dawned on the old cobblestone city. The moon shown down on the world in all its brilliance. On one of the rooftops stood a solitary figure, a dark creature, clad in thick leathers adorned with many fastened straps holding an array of daggers. She moved gracefully through the winds and turns of the artificial canopy of the city, having just returned from another successful job. A good kill, a clean kill. A swift stroke to the throat of her target, claiming yet another life under her name. She came to a stop in a nook that was just out of sight from all angles, resting against the wall with her arms crossed. In the night it was hard to discern where her flesh ended and her armor began. Her skin was black as coals, but as smooth as silk. All of it covered, save for a small portion of her face. All that shined through was her bright crimson eyes, carefully watching the world around her.

 

Eventually there came a stirring from below her. The drow made no effort to change her posture, but instead continued to wait impatiently, rolling her fingers along her arm. From the darkness emerged a young boy in a similar buff leather ensemble, but with a long brown coat that covered all of it. His hair was golden and hung just lower than his ears in a spherical cut. Despite his lack of grace he manged to climb to the landing the drow was waiting on.

"You're late, Ephraines." She spoke from under her cloth mask.

"Dear assassin, It is you who is on our clock." He smiled politely " Now do you have the token we asked?"

"Of course." She reached into a pouch to retrieve a golden ring with a carved sapphire stone. "The merchant is dead. My money?"

 

She tossed the item nonchalantly, to which the young boy caught. He examined the craftsmanship of the ring, and the insignia carved into the gem. He smiled again and giggled.

"Wow! Not even Gunther could kill the merchant. Well done." He reached for a leather bag on his belt, tossing it to her. She caught the bag midair with a swift strike. When she opened it, a glimmer of reflective light shown across her face as she examined the contents of the bag. She enjoyed the weight of all the coins.

"As agreed. One thousand Faelins." the boy spoke

"Good. Just let me know when you need me again."

"Oh we will call upon you again. In about three days. Meet at the usual spot. until then, take care."

 

With another unnerving smile the boy turned, dropping from sight and vanished into the darkness. The drow made off likewise, vanishing below the rooftops, disappearing from the moonlight. She began to weave through the alleyways of the sleeping city, careful not to disturb anyone or anything along her path. Her destination was where she would hide her possessions after a job. It was an out-of-the-way location as the basement of a long abandoned building. No one ventured to it, not even the clients she worked for. She had scouted this place out specifically.

 

When she arrived she wasted no time freeing herself from her adornments, allowing the cool autumn night to gently caress her skin as she disrobed. Once she had placed all her equipment away she probed through a wooden box to procure a set of very simple clothing. A dull brown and tan set that belied her profession and ability. As well she stored a good portion of her fortune, only allowing herself enough to live comfortably for the next few days. She hastily dressed herself. She wanted to 'celebrate' her victory in the manner she always did. Any more delays and the opportunity might pass her by. Once her goods were hidden she made her way back up the brick building, searching for a place to sleep. She had toyed with the thought of a more permanent place to live, but her vocation required her to constantly be on the move, lest someone seeking revenge find her.

 

----

 

After a while of searching she found a promising mark. He lived alone, with a small apartment to himself. Older than she preferred, however. He was of an average height and build, an artisan of sorts, she figured. She continued to examine his living arrangements for some time, perched atop a small stone wall like a cat, slowly climbing her way across the narrow platform. Despite her clothing she was still perfectly concealed in the shadows. Many times the man looked out the open window, to view the night sky, and he had not noticed her.

 

When he turned away from the window she decided to make her move. She sprang from the wall onto the side of his building without a sound. She tossed her weight up onto the wooden windowsill where she perched herself again. A smile crossed her face as she slowly stepped into the room, the man still unaware of her presence. The moments of initial contact were also the hardest, and the most dangerous. She had no idea how the man would react to a stranger suddenly in their house, let alone a creature such as herself. Admittedly, this is what she enjoyed the most.

 

She could have left at this moment and he would have never known she was ever there. Instead she took another step into the room. Her heart began to beat rapidly in anticipation. The thrill of being somewhere she wasn't meant to be never dulled to her, even after all this time. She took another step, still silent. She was only a handful of paces from him. His attention was given to a book he read by a dull candle.

"Hello." She announced herself in a soft and soothing purr. The man jumped from his chair, startled and letting out a short yell.

"Who are you?" He shouted.

"I'm just a stray looking for a place to sleep. Would you be so kind as to let me stay?" Her tone was flirtatious as she continued to step towards him, bouncing her hip with every motion.

"Stay back drow! I don't have anything here you want!"

"Is that so?" She smiled devilishly.

   

"Look around you, theres nothing of value here. So just leave."

"I'm not after money." She stopped and rested a hand on her hip.

"Then what do you want?" The man continued to back himself against a desk.

"I already told you, I just want a warm bed to stay in. I'll take care of myself during the day."

"How can I trust you?"

 

The man continued to inch along the desk, slowly moving towards something. Her eyes twitched for just a moment to see what he was moving towards. At the end of the was a simple sword in a leather scabbard. When she saw this the drow calmly walked towards the weapon and grabbed it. The man began to shake noticeably at this point. She turned the blade towards herself, presenting the handle to the man. He began to calm somewhat as she offered him a means to defend himself.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would." She gently pushed the sword to him, asking him to take it from her. "Go on. Take it. I don't want your blood, just your bed." She purred.

 

The man took the sword, and placed it on the desk. He started to calm, but was still greatly disturbed by the drow's presence in his home. He collected himself in a heavy breath, eying up the drow. She was a very athletic and fit woman, her flawlessly white hair was shoulder length and arrayed like layered feathers. Her eyes like faceted gems. And her clothing in stark contrast to her natural beauty. They almost seemed out of place on her body. Almost offensive to mar her form. The man took in another deep breath.

"If you are going to stay here I hope you have a way to pay."

 

The drow smiled, almost as if she had been waiting for him to say those words. She slowly descended to one knee, then the other. She fixed her gaze wantingly into his eyes, as she licked her lips. Her hands were firmly planted on her lap. She tapped, beckoning him over.

"I am sure that can be arranged." She slowly left her mouth agape.

 

He took a reluctant step forward, still just out of reach of the drow. His body desperately urging him forward. Yet for all his lust he couldn't help but be fascinated by her mouth all the same. Her hips were a very dark purple, almost indiscernible from her ebony flesh, but her tongue and the inside of her mouth were a light violet. That violet tongue circled her lips once again, making her lips glisten in the candlelight. He couldn't help but take another step. He felt her hands reach out for his legs, slowly sliding up along the sides of his pant legs.

"Come now, there's no need for modesty." She gripped the waistband of his trousers, firmly tugging them away.

 

The cloth fell to the ground revealing himself to her. He wasn't as spectacular as she was hoping for, but she yearned for it all the same. As she drew closer to his soft member she let out a warm breath. The tip of her tongue making contact with him, running along his length. She made several passes to awaken him. Soon her lips encircled the tip of his flesh as she began to slowly take him in. The man let out a moan as her soft lips began to caress him. Her tongue began to dance diligently around as her mouth moved along his length, slowly building momentum.

 

At first he was content to stand there as she worked to please him, but soon enough he found his hand moving towards her head. His hand buried itself in her soft white hair, gripping firmly. Her excitement grew as she felt his hand guiding her, pressing her deeper. She enjoyed herself, feeling the soft tasteless skin press against her tongue, listening to the swirl of saliva in her mouth. Her lips as the skin contracted as she pushed, and followed her as she pulled. A master at her craft of pleasure. When he would look down, she stared back at him. She wanted him to see her mouth encased around his member. Her joy would be cut disappointingly short, however. She felt the throb in her mouth and the inevitable release that followed.

 

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    The taste was bitter, but she didn't care. She had pleasured a man with naught but her mouth. When he was finished, she looked back up into his eyes and swallowed. Slowly she began to remove his quickly weakening flesh from her mouth. Parting them with a satisfied 'ah' as she stuck out her tongue, boastfully displaying that she had left no trace of him in her mouth. She followed his eyes as he bent over to pull his pants back up. She tilted her head to the side playfully.

"Satisfied so easily?" She stood up. " I figured you might want a little more."

 

The drow took a step towards the desk, turning away from him. She placed her hands on the wooden surface and jutting her hips toward the man. She turned to look back at him with narrow eyes and a sultry smile that beckoned him towards her. As he stepped forward and rested his hands on her hips she returned her head to looking forward. His hands rubbed across her buttocks and thighs. As he did she let out a soft and heavy breath. Her eyes closed, she wanted to only concentrate on his touch.

 

The man knelt behind her, pulling at her pants as she did to him. They fell to the floor, showing her finely toned legs. The man let out an awed sigh as he took in the look of her. Her legs were pressed together, but even still the curve of her legs parted neatly allowing her supple vulva to show through. Her lips neatly tugged away under a soft cleft of skin. The man placed his thumbs on both of them, pulling them apart to reveal the moist flesh between. She began to breath heavily. It had the same purple coloration of her lips. He leaned in close taking in a hearty breath. The drow opened here eyes and turned towards him.

"Having fun?" she quipped sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course" He replied.

 

    She turned back feeling the mans warm breath. Her breathing was heavy and erratic as she waited with anticipation for the warm tip of his tongue to press into her sensitive flesh. It began to slither up and down her slit, prodding her, and caressing her. He seemed to roam about her with no focus. Though it felt good she felt he could do with some careful hinting. She moved her body, gently directing him where to go. The tip of his tongue circled around her opening and she let out a forceful and loud breath. H repeated it a few more times. Each time her breath became heavier and shorter. Just as she felt her euphoria rise he stopped.

 

The man stood up behind her, ready for more the drow pressed herself into him. He took a step back, still holding on her hips. She swayed them side to side as if to entice him to move closer, yet the man stayed put. Finally she looked back at the man. Instead of the lustful looks before she glared at him annoyed. He wore a grin, which she found all the more irksome.

"Aren't we going to continue?" She asked.

"And leave you with a drowling? No thank you."

"There is something else you can use back there, you know." She rolled her eyes.

"I have no want of that filthy hole." He let go of her and stepped back.

 

The drow stood up watching the man walk away from her. She glared at him with a clenched fist and teeth. Left aghast that a male would leave her so unfulfilled. It was almost shameful that he turned her down. Before she could even speak, the man threw blankets at her. They almost knocked her over, as her pants were still around her ankles. She stared at the blankets, then back to the man. He laughed at her pitiful state.

"There's a cot in the basement, you'll be sleeping there."

 

She wanted to strike him for his insults, she felt she would have been justified to do so. Despite her anger she couldn't help but feel defeated. She stepped outside of her pants, gracefully kicking them to the top of the blankets.

 

Instead she walked out of the room, bare bottom, swaying her hips seductive as she left. Her steps graceful and light. Not even depressing the floorboards. She knew he was watching, she knew he would come to regret his decision later, but he didn't.

 

----

 

The night passed without incident. The day came. When she awoke he was nowhere to be found. Off to his work she assumed. Her day was long and boring. She found solace in the few books the man had. She thumbed through them to pass the time. When she was hungry she would leave the building and do her best to disguise herself in cloaks. Taking the liberty upon herslef she would prepare her own meals, and stay out of the man's affairs. Until the evening where she would attempt to seduce the man. Yet the only actions he would allow were what they had already done.

 

She would retire to her lonely cot, thoroughly unsatisfied. It would repeat again and again until the third day. She left without a word, without a single remnant of her existence there. One day the man came home and she was there, the next she was gone. The drow hopped, vindictively, that he would have regretted having not laid with her. Now he was in the past, and what mattered at this point wasn't how she would spend her time, but how she would strike her next target.

 

As night began to fall she found her way to her hidden stash of goods. Almost ritualistically she began to arm herself. Slowly becoming the weapon she trained her life to become. She masked herself and tossed on her hood, vanishing into the night. She waited under the moonlight for the boy to appear and give her a life to end. She hated him. She found everything about him so unnerving. From how he was always cheerful, to his pale cherubim face. He simply seemed unnatural. As she thought of him, so the devil appeared.

 

    The drow watched the boy climb to the landing she was on. He was nimble and spry, bounding from ledge to ledge to get to her. She simply watched with folded arms as always. Lending him no assistance, not that he would have needed it. Once there he greeted her enthusiastically, placing his hands behind his back, rolling his weight on his feet from front to back. The drow grumbled a reply back. She peered away from the child, to avoid that haunting smile he always had.

    "Who dies tonight?" She spoke watching the clouds partially cover the moon.

    "Impatient aren't we?" He spoke still rolling on his feet. "Tonight we have a special task for you."

    "Oh?" She turned her head to him.

    "Indeed, indeed! Tonight you get to have a lot of fun!" His voice rose in pitch as he spoke.

    "Get to the target Ephraines..." She grumbled.

 

    The boy stopped rolling and leaned forward stretching out an arm. He wagged his finger at the assassin and clicked his tongue calling her 'impatient'. The drow rolled her eyes and began to tap her foot impatiently. Ephraines stood upright again and began rolling on his feet once more. Always with that cheerful smile on his face. She felt her lips twitch into a scowl many times. All hidden under her black mask.

"We want you to kill the Patriarch of the Chlelle family and all of his bodyguards, and anyone who happens to show up." He clasped his hands together, cocking his head to one side. He sighed wistfully. " I'm so jealous, you get to have so much fun tonight!"

"I wouldn't call this 'fun', child. Murder is never 'fun'." She found it ironic she was lecturing him on the wrong of her profession. " But if the client wants a massacre I will give them one."

"I knew we could cound on you De-"

"Don't use my name, child!" She barked, turning her whole body at the boy.

 

Ephrianes stopped entirely, and for a split second the rictus smile vanished from his face, replaced wit momentary confusion. His eyes widened and sorrow took its place.

 

As quick as the smile vanished, it returned. The drow was both satisfied that she managed to get the blond child to show some other emotion, but disappointed that it had no lasting effect. Every moment spent with the child was a moment too long. In a way, Ephraines was correct. She was impatient, but only with him. Her craft made many moments where patience was the correct tool to use, and stalking her prey was one of her finest skills. Yet for all her ability, five minutes with him was too much. Everything about him annoyed her. His high pitched voice of a boy not yet grown to a man. His bright, deceivingly innocent blue eyes, and finally that smile. That eternal smile that drove her mad.

 

"You're so silly." He giggled. "Oh! One last thing. I almost forgot! You must plant our master's crest on his body." He reached in his coat pocket and retrieved a small silver token.

"Understood. I know how to get to the Chlelle manor from here, you can go to bed now." She spoke dismissively, the boy laughed.

 

With a polite bow, the boy turned and jumped from the rooftop, vanishing in the shadows bellow. She breathed a sigh of relief, looking across the cityscape. The Chlelle manor was a great distance away if she took the path on the road. An option she seldom chose. Simply out of necessity. After all, a drow was a rare enough sight in this realm, let alone one dressed as she was. With heavy leathers, mask, and strapped with many knives, as well as a short sword at her side, subtlety was not part of her appearance. The was irony not lost on her.

 

----

 

The city was still alive below, the sun having only set a few hours ago. She took her time, hoping to catch the man as we was readying himself to retire for the night. Strike too soon and there would be guests, too late and his bodyguards would disperse. She imagined her client wanted as many of his retinue dead as possible. Afterall they obviously wanted to send a message. She had no idea why, and liked to keep it that way.

 

The less she knew about a target, the more she could distance herself from. She liked to keep it in her mind they were simply objects to be removed. It helped her focus, and keep emotion out of her judgment. Anymore meditation on the subject and she might hesitate. Already she prided herself on how she was fast and efficient. Her targets didn't suffer. A quick downstroke and upstroke. Dead before they fell to the ground. It sat better on her conscience. The fateful moment arrived when she came upon the lavish manor of Chlelle.

 

A two story building with a beautifully cultivated courtyard and an open balcony overlooking it. She plotted a course of egress as she watched the occupants of the estate. She would watch from the distance atop other buildings, taking careful count of the people inside, watching the patrol path of many armed guards, and the routines of the target himself. An older man, balding with a thing beard on his face. He wore a yellow cloak that bared the seal of his family on it. The drow smiled, musing on how the cloak should have been a signal fire to his presence. She quickly dropped into the courtyard bellow.

 

She hunched over, grabbing her sword, as she ran along the perimeter, watching the man as he vanished up a flight of stairs. Without losing any of her momentum she changed her direction to climb up a pillar to vault over the rail on the second story balcony. Her movements impossibly silent as she ran down the hallway. The building's floor plan was very simple, a series of straight hallways that had a long row of rooms connected to them. The only area of note was the entryway. It was a large open room that connected to the directly to the courtyard and the landing for the stairs. She spied her target, around the corner, as he entered a room with a single wooden door to it. Two of his guards went inside with him, two stayed outside.

 

She drew two of her long knives, gripping the handles tightly. Her heart began to beat strongly, and her breath was increasing in pace. Her nerves were on edge. She felt something was off. As if there was something she had overlooked. She couldn't shake the feeling no matter how much she assured herself she didn't. She checked behind her to see if someone was approaching. She watched the guards outside. They seemed overly complacent, talking amongst themselves. She could hear her target talking inside. His voice muffled, but she could tell he too was relaxed. Yet her mind still on edge. She couldn't shake the feeling that something just was not right about all of this.

 

This is why she chose to refrain from asking question. When your target is more than a place to drop your knife you lose your focus. You begin to make mistakes, and worse of all you hesitate. She took in three deep breaths to calm herself, and peered around the corner again. The guards where still talking. Though they were distracted, they were facing each other, she would be spotted on the approach. If she threw a knife the body would hit the ground, causing a good deal of noise. She weighed her options till she finally decided, attack.

 

She took in one more breath. As she exhaled she launched herself from behind the corner. She saw the look in the guards eyes the moment he spotted her. As the other turned to look her knife flew through his neck as if it was water. She continued to fly forward driving her other blade into the remaining guard's eye. Both of their weight fell upon her arms, She struggled to slowly set their bodies to the ground without making a sound. She drew her blades, looking over her kills.The drow sighed readying herself again. This time she would draw them to her. She knocked on the door. She heard quick footsteps rush to the door. She found it odd, but readied herself anyway. The door opened quickly. A little girl stood in the doorway.

 

The drow froze.

 

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Her eyes widened. Her chest turned painfully as her heart stopped. She sputtered out a panicked breath as she looked at the little girl in front of her. She was in a simple silk nightgown, her father was sitting next to her bed with a book in his hand. He looked on in pure horror at the figure of the assassin at the doorway. The guards watched in disbelief. Moments passed like an eternity. The drow's hands shook as her breath was refusing to catch up to her. All her forzen still. All but the little girl who looked on the armor, and weapon clad Drow with innocent confusion. She turned her head a bit to the side.

"You aren't my mommy." She spoke.

"Amber, get away from her!" The father shouted.

 

Almost as if it moved on its own, the assassin's blade plunged into the little girl. Her body recoiled, for a moment she had no reaction, just confusion, then pain. The little girl fell off the blade, onto the hard floor. She felt a tear stream down her face as she looked at her hand. The knife rattled violently in her hand, she watched wide eyed as the guards charged her, and her ears dulled, only hearing the sound of her target's lament. Still in shock she threw up her blade deflecting the first blow. Her body took over, remembering the motions of her training. Her knee flew into his gut. She then twisted her blade to drop down onto his neck. The second guard thrust his blade towards her, she parried his blade away from her, and sank her into his chest, bringing her other blade through his throat. She couldn't feel her face as she closed the short distance to the man in the bright yellow cloak. As her blades embedded themselves into his heart he spoke only one word. 'Why?'

 

She stood frozen over the corpses. Her body still shaking. The room was silent. In one violent moment there was a roar of noise she didn't hear, and now it was quiet. She heard a wet cough come from the girl. The drow rushed to her side falling to her knees. The child was curled up clenching her wound and softly crying. She reached out for the Assassin. The drow grabbed the little girl and cradled her in her lap, holding the child.

"I just wanted to see mommy." She cried quietly.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." She spoke. Her voice cracking.

 

She felt a dry pressure begin to form in her throat. Her eyes burned and she couldn't breath. She rocked the child. Her breath gave out in a loud gasp as she felt the warm tears stream down her face. She kept repeating to the little girl.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." She watched as her eyes dilated, and a long breath escaped the little girl. The drow doubled over and sobbed quietly.

 

----

 

It was midnight by now. The drow waited for the boy to return to her. She paced back and forth, her hands clenched in a tight fist to keep them from shaking, and her leathers still covered in blood. She stopped when she heard the tell tale rustle of Ephraine's return. Her face turned to a harsh scowl. She wanted nothing to do with him at this moment.

"Well well, Another job we-"

"Just give me the money, child!" She yelled angrily.

 

The boy attempted to talk, but was interrupted by a fist thrown into the brick next to his head. He sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. Her eyes were fixed on the boy. They were filled with malice. She was angry at him for her job, even though he had caused none of it. He was the one who brought it to her. That was enough reason she needed.

"Fine fine. If you don't want to talk" He threw her a brown leather bag. The drow left as soon as she received it.

"Where are you off to?" He sniggered.

"To get drunk and laid." She turned to walk way.

"Do remember to come back again in another three days!"

 

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She wandered the streets, looking for relief from the images that plagued her mind. Her eyes still itched from the tears, her hands still shook. She could barely jump from rooftop to rooftop, which was why she chose to walk. Her mind was clouded with a million thoughts at once. The one she tried to focus on was a place to stay. Find a man she could lay with and drink with until her mind went completely numb. It didn't matter who she picked at this moment. Part of her wanted to barge into a guard shack and turn herself in, but she knew the folly of such actions. She wouldn't even see the inside of a jail cell. They would kill her there.

 

She circled a block a couple times finding a place she fancied. The man living there appeared to be alone, young and healthy looking, brunette and very shapely. As she walked by she scanned his residence. Nothing as grand as the manor, or as the place she stayed before him. A simple home for a simple laborer. She wondered why he was up at such an hour as well. She didn't mind, she saw an opportunity and she took it. Without any manner of subterfuge she opened a window and walked straight in. She approached the man, who turned when he heard the window open.

"Stay back!" He shouted.

 

She sighed, getting into the usual routine. The man rushed for a knife. He brandished it low, shaking in his hand. For a split second his imaged flashed to hers standing in a door frame. She paused, shaking the image from her head. She continued to walk towards him, despite his warnings. As she grew close enough, he thrust the knife forward. She caught his wrist and twisted the knife out of his hand and into hers. In the same motion she flipped the blade around and jabbed him several times with the handle. The last jab over his heart.

"There, you're dead. Now you don't have to fear me." She threw the knife away. It embedded itself in the wood.

 

The man pressed himself up against a wooden pillar as the drow continued to press forward. Resting herself in him. he nervously looked around. His arms spread out as if she were some kind of filthy animal. She pressed away from him and looked up into his dirty brown eyes. Her face was still long, her eyes wide. When she took a step back he began to relax, lightly, but held his hands out to keep her at bay.

"Look, I don't want any trouble. Please leave."

"You can't imagine the night I have had tonight. I just want two simple things from you." She looked him over as she spoke.

"And what are those?" His arms began to lower

"Drink and cock." She reached forward and groped his crotch. " Seeing as how you have one of them, I want you to fetch me the other."

 

He remained still. She could plainly see the confusion on his face. She tried to think of it from his perspective for a moment. A stranger barged into her house, 'stabbed' her, then groped her. She too would be confused, as well as greatly alarmed. She walked away, and found a chair to sit on at a table. Letting out a heavy sigh she turned to the man and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

"Please." She said as if she was helpless.

 

Eventually he pried himself from the pillar and walked towards a cubbard, all the while staring at the exotic black elf in his house. He reluctantly turned away from her to rummage through empty bottles. When he asked her if she had any preference she simply replied 'strong'. Viscodale Brandy. The strongest drink he had, something he saved for friends and special occasions. Honestly he couldn't think of a more special occasion than this. He grabbed two glasses, placing one in front of the drow, and another where he sat. As he went to pour he watched the drow, for her to signal when to stop. She waited till the glass was almost overflowing. He watched in amazement as she downed the entire glass in a few gulps, before pouring one for himself.

"Must have been a very bad night."

"I almost died." She said after a loud grunt of satisfaction.

 

She felt the dull burn of the alcohol flow through her body. Enjoying the tingle as it hit her belly and shot outward, covering her in a comfortable fuzz of warmth. She shook her glass for more. The man gave her a disapproving look. in response she twirled the bottom rim of the glass on the table, resting her chin in her open hand. He nursed his drink, gazing at the drow. She was such an odd thing to look at. The white hair on the black body. He had never seen one before, at least not of her kind..

"Where are you from? You hardly see any royal drow in this part of the world, mostly the brown ones."

"Tsh. Pathetic breed." She scoffed. "I'm from places." She gave him a smug look.

"Alright..." The man paused. "Well whats your name?"

"I don't do names, I wont give you mine, I don't want to know yours. If you must call me something, call me 'Stray'." She held out her glass once more, he obliged her.

"Stray, huh?" He took a sip. "Well, Stray, why barge into my house?"

"I already told you, I want..." She took a large swig. " And cock. I'm not going to be cold lipped again. Married or not, this is happening." She felt the gentle buzz start to take her.

"I don't know if I trust you. I just met you, how do I know you are safe?"

"Fae and humans can't give diseases to one another, and I already had a chance to kill you. Don't you remember, you are dead." She chuckled

"Quite" He smiled. "Though you can't blame me. You could try to rob me in the night." He took another sip, eying her coyly

"You'll still get sex out of it." She finished her glass.

 

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He shook his head and tended to his drink. She was a rather beautiful woman. It had been some time since he last felt a woman. He simply couldn't shake the feeling it was too easy. There were rumors about the sexual appetites of the female drow, and how they were as voracious as men. He knew there was more to her than she let on.

 

As he contemplated the situation, she rose from her chair, walking to him as she dragged a hand along the smooth wooden table. She bent over placing her hand under his chin tilting his head upward. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft lips against his. It was a quick but passionate kiss. She slowly moved away and looked into his eyes.

 

"I just need a place to stay for a while. I'm not in trouble, and I won't rob you." She lowered herself to her knees "I just want to be satisfied, and to hold someone as I sleep."

"That does sound nice and all."

 

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She placed a finger on his lips, removing it she kissed him again. He felt a soft hand run up his thigh, and gently rub his crotch. Her hand diligently moved towards his belt and undid the fastening. Her lips parted and he felt her warm tongue press against his. Her hand wormed its way inside his clothing, wrapping around his growing member. Her hand felt strange on him. It was soft, but not as soft as he was expecting. Her hand was calloused, but not in a way hands normally callous over. He didn't complain as it began to move about his length. Once again she parted the kiss looking into his brown eyes. She smiled as her head began to lower. He watched as her white hair began to bob on his lap.

"I can honestly say this is not how I expected my night to end." He chuckled. The drow exhaled air from her nose as she let out a muffled laugh.

 

He threw his head back feeling the warmth envelop him. she pleasured him for some time, but then she stopped suddenly. She rose slowly, dragging her tongue as she did. Her hand quickly wrapping itself around him again, making sure he was still ready. She licked her lips seductively.

"If you let me stay I'll finish you off, right here." She purred.

"That sounds good, or..." He paused " you wait a bit, and you can finish me in my bed." Her ears perked, as an exuberant smile grew on her face. She stood up, still holding his member.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go, male!"

 

The man jumped in his chair as he felt the violent tug. He yelped quickly grabbing the soft black arms of the drow, stopping her from walking away. She looked back at him confused, but gave him slack. The man slowly let go of her arm. His winced turned into a nervous smile. The drow leaned in closer, beginning to gently lift and drop her hand.

"What's the matter, male? I thought you said we'd go to your bed." She raised an eyebrow

"I said in a bit. I still have chores to do and things to put away. Namely my expensive brandy." He shook the bottle.

"I'm rather impatient today." She smiled, letting go of him.

 

He placed himself back in his pants, buckling his belt. The drow stood back and leaned against the pillar with her arms behind her back, heaving her chest lustfully as she bit her lip. She watched him roam about his house, first placing the bottle away, then straightening a few papers. He was taking more time than she had liked. Perhaps he was still nervous, she thought. She rolled her eyes, having given up on looking seductive for the time being, and instead searched her mind for something to say to put his mind at ease.

"So, what do you do for a living?" was the best she thought of.

"You don't want to know my name, but you want to know what I do?" He turned to her, putting a book on a shelf. "I'm a blacksmith, and I dabble a bit in whitesmithing as well." He took a step towards her. " So I guess if you want to call me something, you can call me 'Smith'." He winked.

"Your well off for a smith, Smith." She pushed herself upright and began walking towards him. "Why is that?" She cocked her head to the side, placing a finger on her lip.

"I'm the only one this side of the inner wall?" He spoke slowly, backing away from the drow again.

 

She was growing tired of forcing idle banter. The man simply was not being put at ease by the dark elf. She took another slow step forward, placing her arms under his. They wrapped around his body as she pressed tight against him. He rested her head on his chest, just under his chin. She didn't move. Her eyes closed as she felt herself relax, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Her grip loosened, but she did not part her embrace. His arms hardly moved, but eventually they wrapped around the drow. She was warm, soft, and simply pleasant. He wanted to lose himself to the moment. He looked down at her feathery white hair.

"Just take me to your bed and fuck me..." She spoke softly. He patted her back.

 

She continued to nestle her head against him when he whispered 'fine' through and exhale. His tone was sarcastic, as if it was his burden to bare. She looked up, and kissed him tenderly before slowly backing away, parting his arms. The smith made his way around his home dousing the lamps until only one was left in the bedroom. She saw herself to his room and quickly rid herself of her vestments. Her ebon body shone slightly in the lamplight. She unfurled the covers and splayed herself on the bed, resting on her side. Her free arm held slightly aloft, anticipating her partner to join her. He stopped in the middle of disrobing to look at her.

 

She was a model of the feminine perfection that the drow were proud to breed. Her form was shapely like an elongated hourglass. Unblemished, hairless black skin. Toned athletic muscles. Ample breasts and hips to match. Her eyes, bright white orbs with deep red piercing irises. She smiled as she caught his mouth fly agape. Suddenly the smith found a desire to rush to her. His clothing flew from his body, quickly falling to bed. As he did the drow's arm draped over him and she turned, resting partially on him.

"Mmm." She purred. " You are very conformable."

"I can say the same." He reached for her chin, leaning in for a kiss.

 

As they kissed, her hands roamed about his body, seeking to finish what they had started earlier. She enjoyed the curves and pits of his muscles as her fingers skirted across them. He was following likewise. His hands rubbed her back, a hand dragging itself to her side. The drow lifted herself eagerly giving him access to her. She let out a pleasured heavy breath as he began to fondle her breast. He would entertain himself with her soft body, gently squeezing and kneading, listening to her breath as he did. It was a soft flat note that she would sing.

 

His lips pressed against her neck, gently kissing her. She turned her head away exposing more of herself for him to enjoy. The drow nibbled at his shoulder, reaching her hands lower. His flesh was soft, her fingers wrapping comfortably around. She balanced herself effortlessly, beginning to stroke him to life and allowing him to play with her body. Yet despite her efforts she could not get a rise out of him. She looked at him with a puzzled smirk.

"Would you believe me if I told you I am still scared of you?" He chuckled

"I can easily remedy that." She smirked.

 

With a swift turn she grabbed the blanket, trowing it over the both of them. She slowly slithered under them. He felt her moist lips kiss his body lower and lower as she did. He watched the bulge of fabric move until he felt her lips rest just above his member. Her lips traveled along his length. There was a pause before he felt her lips part and the comfortable warmth enveloped him once again. The sheets rose and fell slowly at first, picking up the pace as she continued. He groaned, feeling her tongue swirl and her lips press against him. Under the rustle of sheets came the slosh of fluids, and the smack of the lips breaking contact. His taste was delightful to her, she would occasionally remove him from her mouth to lovingly run her tongue along the length before eagerly returning him. A man could only endure so much of her.

 

Yet for all her skill he persisted. She began to yearn for it, the bittersweet taste of his release. He would be pressed deeper and deeper, her efforts more tenacious. His groans and breath validating her abilities to the haughty drow. When he finally did, she pressed him deep, even letting out a muffled moan until he finished. The man once again looked down at the lump. An audible swallow was heard. He was taken back.

"You can stomach that?"

 

The covered flew off as the drow lifted her body over the man. She smiled satisfied with herself, placing a leg on either side of him.

"Personally, I prefer it." She narrowed her gaze with a hungry smile. She positioned him under her, wiggling her hips until he was firmly placed.

"That's not your cunt." He pointed at his body resting just in her.

"No, its not." She purred.

 

Her body descended hiding the man in her black body. She took in a sharp breath and quickly exhaled in delight as their bodies joined. She bit her lip resting on him feeling the warm pressure. She gyrated her hips, causing the smith to moan reflexively.

"You'll get used to it." She lowered her body to his.

 

His arms wrapped around her frame as she began to tenderly kiss the nape of his neck. The drow began to pleasure the both of them slowly. He was surprised- after her recent act he figured the lusty woman would be more. Her pace increased, albeit still rather slow. He began to rock his hips pressing into her.

"Good boy." She whispered into his ear before caressing it with her lips.

 

Their bodies began to press firmly together. Slowly learning each other as they began to work in unison. As her body fell his would rise, the tighter they would hold each other. Her breath became fast and erratic. She would let out a series of sharp shrill breaths, or slow groaning gasps. He would groan or cover his moans by pressing his lips against hers. His hands simply couldn't find enough of her to grab. They continuously groped and pressed up and down her back, often resting on her buttocks. The wooden frame of the bed began to crash against the adjacent wall as a thunderous guiding beat to their passion.

 

"What if.. The neighbors... hear?" He spoke between thrusts

"Why... are you... talking... male!" Her words spoken as she breathed

 

He stopped. though she wasn't paying attention he shot her a devilish grin. His hands placed themselves firmly on her hips as his body rose. He kissed the drow's soft lips, throwing his weight into her, turning her body. When they fell their positions had changed. He was atop her. She laid flat here eyes locked on his. She didn't show any signs of protects, and smiled. Her legs lifted and she pulled him close. Even though she laid back, her hips still rocked as he began again. The bed began to mark their time once again. The drow's fingers began to press into the smith's back; he couldn't feel it. He was too transfixed on the pleasure her body brought him. Her grip eventually released from him, her arms opting to sprawl out over the bedsheets. Grabbing and twisting them. Her head began to tilt back, after a harsh inhale she held her breath. Her back arched and the breath exploded from her with a loud shriek.

"More!" She groaned, pushing the man back.

 

He leaned upright, bringing his legs in. The man grabbed the drow, raising her hips into his lap. She rested her legs on his shoulders, to which he parted around his waist. His grip was tight, pressing her against him. He drew himself out slowly, then slammed back in.

 

He slammed into her once again. She groaned. He did it again, she groaned again. He smiled as he brought himself too and fro, sweat beading on his forehead. He gazed over her entire body. Watching her breasts bound up and down with every thrust, then to the beautiful folds of her lips. He admired them, still meditating on the idea that he was not between them. He couldn't believe she found this comfortable at all, yet she was the one who chose it. Her tight ring holding against his flesh as he pressed into her. He wouldn't complain, he knew it would satisfy him soon enough.

"Finish male. I feel it!" She moaned.

"Why.. are.. you... talking...Drow?" He strained his grunts

 

She looked on with wide eyes and an open mouthed smile. She started to laugh between her moans. His thrusts grew faster and harder, their skin slapping together in a loud clap. With a final clash the man let out a hearty grunt to the drow's pleasure. She felt the warmth shoot into her body, her eyes closed tight. He sat there catching his breath before he rolled off the drow, resting on his back. She was quick to roll over resting herself atop him. They slowly began to laugh.

"That was incredible, Smith. You can't imagine how much I needed that." She purred, drawing circles with her fingers on his chest.

"Likewise, Stray." He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out. When he relaxed they wrapped around the drow, pulling her closer. " Shame though, I just washed these sheets."

"I wouldn't worry about that." She listened to his rapid heartbeat and closed here eyes. "A true drow wouldn't let a man flow from her."

"Gross." He chuckled.

 

He placed his hand on the top of her hair, scratching her head. She began a soft rumbling groan that mimicked an actual purr as he did. She tilted her head guiding his fingers where to scratch. She laid still, content to have her head be scratched as she rested on his sweaty body.

 

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Day had long since come to pass. The denizens of the city were awake and about their morning routine. Outside was alive with dull murmurs of conversations and the casual cacophony of civilization. Inside the house of the smith the two remained in their bed. The sunlight piercing through the window to illuminate the room. The drow began to stir. She grunted softly as her eyes slowly opened. She stared at her hand across from her on the smith's chest. She lifted herself to nestle closer to his chin.

 

She felt the weight of the blanket on her. At some point in the night he must have pulled it over the both of them. She grabbed it and pulled the sheet covering her entire head, her eyes wanting to stay shut. She grunted again finding a comfortable spot on his body. The man didn't seem to stir. She attempted to drown the light under the cover but could not. She looked up at the man, watching his peaceful face as he slowly breathed. She smiled planting her chin in the center of his chest. He took in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning" She said in a raspy voice. She lifted herself to kiss him.

 

He brought his other arm around her, pressing her against him as he closed his eyes returning her kiss. His body was entirely relaxed as she kissed him. Her lips and tongue were sweet, even so early. He worried that his breath must have been foul for her. Yet she continued happily, worming her arms under his neck. She lifted her head and gazed at him with a partial smile on her face.

"Sleep well, Stray?" His voice just as craggy.

"Wonderfully, Smith." She closed her eyes, fighting a yawn with a smile. The yawn broke through with a satisfied rolling groan before resting her head on his chest again.

"Your mouth is purple." He chuckled hardly wake. He kissed the top of her head.

"So is everything else." She smiled looking back at him. " I don't want to get up." She complained

"Lucky you, today is my rest day." He smiled. She kissed his chest.

 

They stared at each other with sleepy smiles. The drow slowly loosened her grip around him and pressed her arms into the bed, arching her back in a stretch. As she began to lower she pressed her breasts into his face with a grin, then pushed her arms out flattening her back and raising her hips. She groaned during her stretches and felt his stiff flesh brush down her lips. She smiled and narrowed her gaze hungrily.

"I can take care of that for you." She said.

 

Without a word from him, she swayed her hips pressing against him. Her hand reached back placing him comfortably between her. She rocked back and forth slowly pressing more inside. Her arms wrapped around him again as her body steadily rose and fell along his body. Her pace was calm and relaxing, unlike the night before. The drow simply enjoyed the sensation. Slowly taking in his member, and slowly pulling it. The man began to press, his hips beginning to move faster than her. She let out a pleasured breath, then kissed him, holding him.

"Relax." She whispered. "This is morning sex. It's meant to wake us, not make us tired." She smiled.

"Morning sex?" He placed his hands on her hips slowing himself. "You say that like its an activity."

"It is. First there's morning sex, then breakfast, then dressing for the day. Pretty typical morning for drow." She swayed her hips side to side.

"I think I would like being a drow."

"No, you wouldn't." Her voice deepened and her gaze turned stern. Slowly it fading back to the pleased smile and she moved.

 

She continued slowly raising her body from his. She positioned herself just above him, her hair dangling over his face. He pressed her hips down and gently rolled them as she would press against him. Her face wore an unconscious half smile. Her red eyes carefully watching his face. He had a pleased grin. Occasionally her lips would part letting out a soft breath.

"So, do we satisfy each other?"

"If you want." She whipped her head to throw the hair from her face.

 

     Her body lowered. She kissed his neck, slowly making her way up to the base of his skull. He panted softly as she did. His movements stopped. She threw herself back taking him in entirely, then slowly rose. Once again she fought to suppress a yawn but failed, when it ended she smacked her lips a few times. The drow rested her head on his chest, still pleasuring him.

    "Ugh, I don't want to do anything today." She groaned. "Nothing at all. I want to eat, then come back to bed." The man laughed, his lip began to quiver.

 

She kissed him and lifted her torso upright, throwing the covers from her body. He could make out the details of her body much more clearly in the morning light. The curve of light along her breasts as they formed beautiful teardrops. Her dark nipples jutting from them. It was hard to discern, but there was a slight discoloration to them. She was beautiful, her form simply flowed seductively as she moved her hips on his lap. Yet there was something amiss as she looked at her. Slight glimmers of flesh in the light that didn't quite flow with her body. Hard angles in thin straight lines. They were scars, they covered her entire body. If one was not aware of them they would not notice, but since his attention focused on them he couldn't help it.

 

Her thighs had a couple, her belly had many that intersected, but her arms seemed to have the most, albeit much smaller. He looked on her with pity, wondering what she could be doing that would giver her such a hard life. It must not have been easy, the lighter drow were hardly accepted, let alone one of her status.

"Growing bored, I see." She smiled, oblivious to his thoughts. "Fine, I'll finish you."

 

The drow started to quicken her pace, sharply pressing herself against him. Whatever his thoughts were before vanished as her warmth cluttered his thoughts. His hands found their familiar spots on the exterior of her hips. It wasn't long, he was already riding the cusp of satisfaction from before.

 

Her head slowly tilted back enjoying his body filling her. She rested, giving him a moment for his sensitivity to pass, then began to roll her hips over him once again.

"Good boy." She sighed. She made no attempt to move her body instead she tapped his chest quickly " Right. Up. Let's get some food."

 

He started to raise himself with the drow still on his lap. After a bit of a struggle he was finally sitting upright, wrapping his arms around the lovely female. They kissed once more. The drow stood up entirely on the bed, taking a slow step off of it. She walked around the bed resting herself along the open door frame. She attempted to stretch against it, making herself look awkwardly imbalanced in the process. She stumbled slightly catching herself in a couple steps. The smith laughed finding a fresh set of clothes to wear. The drow rested again on the door frame nestling her head in her arms as she watched the man dress himself.

 

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He wasn't as built as a warrior, but there was an alluring triangular flow to his body. The shape of a healthy male, good for labor and sex by her people's standard. Most of his tone was in his chest and his strong arms. His stomach didn't have much definition, but it was lean as the rest of him. She couldn't tear her gaze from his strong chest and arms. Her eyes narrowed as a ridiculous smile appeared on her face. The smith's arms raised to place his shirt over his head. She bit her lip in anticipation watching him don it. As his face poked through the hole, he caught the drow staring at him and straightened his shirt, slightly confused.

"What?" He asked hesitantly.

"You're beautiful. " She winked.

 

She took many slow steps towards him throwing her arms out and burring her head in his chest. He held her for a moment before attempting to take a step, the drow didn't move, instead locking her arms letting him drag her. After an attempt to shake her off, she laughed, kicking her feet up.

"Take me to food, male!"

"Very well." He grinned.

 

He firmly gripped her waist, and with a quick heave, he launcher her onto his shoulder. She let out a surprised shout landing on him. When she was stable he took in a hearty breath through his nose puffing out his chest, curling his lip pompously.

"The lady wishes to acquire food! Beat the drum and march!" His feet snapped together mocking a soldier at attention.

"The what?" She questioned raising an eyebrow.

 

When she finished the word she felt a firm smack on her buttock. The strike wasn't painful but let out a sharp clap as he did. She yelped surprised. As he took a heavy step forward he slapped again. The drow began to protest as she began laughing uncontrollably. She pounded her fists on his back playfully as he marched across his house slapping her cheek with every step. He had made a total of fifteen feet before reaching his kitchen. He rapidly slapped her behind coming to a halt.

"Company Halt! Drop passenger!" He lowered her to her feet. She was laughing so hard her eyes had small tears in them

"You crazy bastard!" She spoke under her laughter. "What the hell!"

 

The drow took a moment to collect herself resting against a wall burring her face in her arms, slowing her laughter. When she started to recollect herself she turned to the smith. He quickly snapped to his faux attention from before. She reflexively bit her hip before throwing her head back in laughter. She playfully punched his chest, braking his stance with a loud oof She walked to the table still chuckling.

'What do you want? I have smoked sausage, fresh eggs, some cereal grains, ham.. What do drow eat?"

"I happen to enjoy some ham and eggs." She started wiping the tears from her eyes. "You a good cook?"

"I think so. Good enough for me." He raised an eyebrow. "So tell me, where are you from?" He took out a bit of tinder to light his stove.

"You already asked this." She fluttered her eyelashes "I'm not telling."

"You have to tell me something about you Stray."

"I like cheese?" She snickered.

 

After a few strike the stoke lit. The man closed the lid placing an empty black pan on the surface. He leaned over a counter starting at the bare drow sitting in his wooden chair her lower back exposed between the two wooden bars that made the back. Her head was turned to him watching him like a hawk. She looked her over once again. Yet more details coming to light. He noticed on her left shoulder there was an incredibly faded tattoo. A laurel skull flanked by wings was what he could make out. As he was examining it she reached of and started to scratch her shoulder, almsot as if she noticed him staring at it.

"You remind me of someone I knew." She spoke

"Who was that?" He asked

"Someone dear to me." She curled her lips to the side of her head rolling her eyes up as she reminisced.

"What happened? Another girl?" He teased.

"No, I actually liked her. He thinks I am dead and on a different continent." The man's mouth opened slightly.

"Well, that would do it..." He stood up to ready the food for cooking.

 

When he dropped the butter on the pan is sizzled and bubbled up. It spread evenly across the surface before he dropped the slice of meat onto it. The house filled with wonderful aromas of food being cooked. The drow sat patiently looking over his arrangements. His house looked different in the morning, now that she could take in her surroundings. His house was in the shape of a "T" with the entrance being at the long end of the the "T" that abutted to a living space that had a bookshelf with a few books that left the shelves looking wanting. At the head of the "T" was the kitchen, straight across was the bedroom. It wasn't a bad house for a young man.

 

Not long after the food was ready. A Delicious meal. She wasted no time cutting into the ham. She hunched over her plate with her arms held out. The smith sat back and watched curiously. The way she ate made her seem defensive, as if she had to eat in areas where food was precious. He shrugged.

 

The day progressed uneventfully. The two conversed candidly passing the time by playing an array of games. Once the drow favored was a simple strategy game on a hexagonal board made of smaller hexagons. Pieces would move through the adjacent hexes to block the movement of the other pieces. There were set pieces that were meant to 'break' the blocking pieces, but they could only move two hexes at a time. It was a game she was fond of and extremely proficient in. After another defeat the man leaned back in his chair and sighed. She held the winning piece in her hand, resting her head in her hand with a smug smile on her face.

"I win again." She proclaimed.

 

A knock rang out from the door. The drows ears perked as her eyes shot towards it. She stood up from her chair as the man did. He did not seem in the slightest bit alarmed, yet she was making for the bedroom to hide her from sight. She chuckled silently at her as he made his way to the door. There was a second knock right as he opened it. A couple of people in colorful festive costumes stood at his door. They handed him a flyer and greated him with a hearty 'hello'.

"Good sir, we are here to inform you the Harvest fair will be tonight starting at the nineteenth hour! We hope you will be there." They bowed and moved on to the next house.

"Stray, want to go to the fair?"

"In front of hundreds of people? Me?" She poked her head from the bedroom.

"Free beer and food." She paused momentarily before rolling her eyes.

"What time will it be?"

 

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    The day would continue without event. Many inane topics were discussed betwixt the two, yet through the day the drow never bothered to dress herself until night had fallen. Her garb was simple, as it took her no time to prepare herself. The smith however fancied himself to find a more elegant attire to don. A tough marbled red-brown leather jacket that fastened together in the front by a series of loops with another leather cord woven between. Underneath was a fine white linen shirt with a high collar and long sleeves that beveled out beyond the cuff of the leather. Similarly rugged black denim pants tucked into yet more marbled leather boots.

 

    Through the ordeal she found the temptation of removing him from such fine dress to be overwhelming. Several times she found herself licking her lips lustfully. Yet for all her want, she withheld. Satisfying herself by embracing him once he was finished, with an endearing press of her forehead to his chest. He patted her back. Then broke the moment by commenting of the disparity between their appearances. The drow didn't concern herself so much as she rummaged through his clothing to find a heavy cloak. An excellent piece. It was layered on the outside was a brown, thick denim, on the inside was a fine black fleece. She wrapped herself in it, throwing the hood over her head.

"How do I look?" She joked, throwing her arms out for him to examine her.

"Suspicious." He jeered. "Or cold, whichever." He shrugged with a smile on his face.

 

The city outside the door of his house looked different. So used to the comforting familiarity of the maze that was the rooftops and back alleys she had become that the city almost felt foreign to her. Especially on such a clear night as this. The moon was full; lamps were lit, and orange and yellow streamers ran between the buildings. In the distance music could be heard just over the merriment of a large crowd of people. Percussion, woodwinds and strings played lively upbeat melody.

 

 They walked side by side in the wide cobbled streets. The smith held an arm around the cloaked figure and she pressed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She couldn't help but scan over any and all passerby. She wore her hood low, but ultimately she would draw suspicion, or catch a glance occasionally. None seemingly hostile, yet she was still on edge, comforted only by her company.

 

As they approached, the streets began to glow a bright orange hue from the many torches and lamps that were lit to break the night. The festival was in the center square of the city. A large open area with many cultivated gardens and parks. Along the paved opening many tents and booths had been set up. hundreds gathered, all in many a variety of dress. There where those who dressed exceptionally formal, others that were wearing what they could find, and many others like the Smith, who were somewhere in-between. The drow didn't seem as out of place in her cloak, as there were many others who wore them to find refuge from the autumn night.

 

An assortment of activities were set up around the square. Large canopies covered many rows of tables that were filled with people sampling festive dishes and staple foods. Next to the stage where the band was playing people were dancing and socializing and children ran about in the crowd. The city was alive and enjoying itself. A side of it the drow hadn't truly seen. She found it hard to believe that just the night before she had ended many lives, but life continued. She found it particularly hard to look at children.

 

Smith lead them to one of the open dining tents, finding a spot for them to sit. Once she was situated he left to fetch a meal. She watched the people curiously, resting in her hand. A small smile began to grow as she took in the music and atmosphere. Her ears were ablaze, overhearing all of the conversations at once. A careful eye would have noticed her ears bounce under her hood.

 

She was snapped from her trance by the slam of two metal steins against the table, followed by two wooden plates with her meal. Chicken and sausage slathered in a kind of runny gravy that had chunks of fruit in it. It seemed a strange combination of flavors in her mind, a rich warm taste of salty meat accompanied by the sweetness of fruits. She grabbed a fork and knife from her companion and started to pick at the food. She then looked over the drink. A good pint of heavy beer with a frothy golden head. She lifted her mug, and in polite custom they tapped them together and took a hearty drink. Afterwards she continued to pick at her dish.

"Never had pulmeigh before?" The smith fought over the ambient noise.

"Its not that, I'm just not a fan of citrus." She spoke staring indifferently at a bit of orange at the end of her fork. "Its not common where I'm from. Its a luxury food I never got used to.

"Try it. It's pretty good." He spoke between bites.

 

Her knife cut into the meat with was skewered by the fork as she collected as much as she could. Hesitantly she placed the bit in her mouth and began to chew. The flavors began to run together into a pleasant and nuance taste to her. Her lips puckered slightly when she caught a bit of lemon or orange in the taste. Overall she was pleased with the meal, but fancied herself the beer more. She drank lovingly from the metal cup, letting the golden ambrosia work its magic, soothing her tense nerves. The smith kept pace with the drow, a bit of a friendly challenge had been issued with them exchanging boastful glances every time they went to drink. A couple drinks in and she began to slowly roll her head in a mild inebriated daze.

"Drunk already?" He sniggered.

"Psh! I'm just enjoying the moment." She rolled the mug along its bottom rim, signalling for more. "We need more, male. Go fetch." She grinned.

 

When he returned with another round that tapped their mugs and started drinking again. This time he returned with a breaded dish that was boiled in oil and smothered in salt. A simple pleasure food that they munched happily on as they continued to drink. The drow's ears would flick and her head would bob slowly as she listened to the music.

"Tell me a bit more about where you are from." He asked.

"I'm not drunk enough to answer that yet, Smith." She winked.

"Oh darn." He complained sarcastically with a snap of his fingers. " Perhaps we need more beer."

"I'll admit, beer has its potency with me, but if you truly want to get me drunk..." She leaned across the table poking her head out from her hood. "Wine. Nothing better than a smooth decadent red wine." She purred closing her eyes in want.

"Elegant." He quipped. "Why did you leave? The deep, I mean." He sipped on his drink.

"Lets just say..." She paused to strain a thought. "Cultural obligations."

 

The song selection had ended and the festival erupted in a roaring applause. As it died down, a band member said a few words and the next song began to play. A similarly upbeat tempo but with a sharp staccato. As the music continued to play a coordinated clap rang out from the people as others gathered to dance. The beat was ubiquitous with the couple tapping their feet underneath the table. The Smith rose to his feet extending a hand to the drow. She politely refused.

"Oh no, I don't dance." She smiled.

"No, let's go explore a bit, sample more foods, drink more beer. Dancing can wait till we are good and drunk." He winked.

"Fair enough."

 

Her hood was worn much higher. Many people caught her face and gave a slight off glance, but though no more of it. She couldn't help but smile at the ones who were completely shocked at her appearance. None bothered her, as long as she didn't disturb her she wouldn't need to disturb them. Her mind was slowly put at ease as she walked with her companion.

 

The crowd next to them let out a hearty cheer as a couple took to the center of the floor to dance. She snapped her head into the direction to look, but the couple was obstructed by too many people. Her hearing attempted to hone in on the couple, but she soon found herself indifferent. They sat at a high bench with only a couple stools. In front of them were more beers, a lighters more amber drunk that fizzed as they drank. The drow took her hood completely off as she ran her hand through her hair. Her fingers tingled delightfully from her buzz as they brushed over her white hair.

"You know, people have been watching me this whole time." She spoke candidly.

"Really?" He said raising an eyebrow with genuine interest.

"Yes, that man over there has been very interested in me since we sat down." She pointed to him and he quickly looked away. " Another over there." She continued to point them out.

"Feeling threatened?" He leaned in concerned.

"No, they just never seen a Royal Drow before. I am an exotic creature aren't I, Smith?" Her eyes narrowed accompanied by a devilish grin.

 

She would eventually pull her hood over her face again as they continued to drink, the fling it off again. Then rested it on only half of her face as her smile grew and they emptied more cups. The smith too was playing, flicking his finger through his leather strings. His face slightly reddening as the night went on. Yet for all of her joy, a slight paranoia set in as she began to overhear the word "Chelle" several times. She shrugged them off, sometimes a target would warrant a discussion, but after that her mind was clouded.

 

----

 

Many events caught her eye. Several booths that tested feats of strength, cunning, dexterity. Games that looked appealing. The smith caught the drow's fancy shift. With a soft suggestion and a tilt of his head they stood from their seats and made their way to the other side of the festival. Game masters called out their slogans and sales pitches to get people to walk by. Many booths were crowded with audiences watching, others had people competing against each other. One that caught her eye was a knife toss. Shesmiled with a smug grin as she urged her partner towards it.

"Step right up! Three Faelins three tosses! You there!" He pointed to the Smith. "Hit the center and win a prize for your beautiful wife!" The drow's cloaked head turned towards the Smith.

"What are you waiting for, honey." She teased. "Win me a prize." She then pushed him towards the stand.

 

He reluctantly placed the coins down on the table and picked up one of the simple metal knives. He held it in his hand, looking over the craftsmanship instinctively. He smiled when he found out that he had made the knives himself. Though he wasn't any good at using most of the objects he made, just in their creation. He readied his arm and let lose the knife. It spun wildly and clashed off the wooden target. The second throw managed to stick, but the impact wobbled it lose. The third strike managed to sink in by the handle, bu was by no means close to the center. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to the drow.

"Valient effort, but how about you?" He looked at the cloaked figure. " Think you can show up your husband?"

 

She took a step towards the booth. Her black hand emerged from the cloak. The game master's eyes widened, only to throw his mouth open when she pulled back her hood.

"I might." She smiled.

 

Playfully she acted as if she didn't know how to handle a knife, pathetically throwing the instrument at the wood, only to have it fall before hitting. The metal clanged and spun off. The man let out a deep bellowing laugh that annoyed the drow. It wasn't a typical showman laugh, but seemed almost sincere. She curled the side of her face into a smile to spite him, but clenched her fist.

"Ha! I though you darkies were good with knives!" He held his gut as he laughed.

 

Her head twitched slightly to the side and her lip curled towards her eye causing it to close slightly. She smiled and suppressed an urge to berate the man. Instead she grabbed both of her remaining knives placing them between her index and middle fingers. The man stopped laughing as he watched curiously. She fanned the blade out and wound her arm up slightly. Without breaking eye contact, she whipped her wrist forward harshly as the blades flew from her hand. There was a singular 'thunk' as the blades embedded themselves in in the center of the targets. She smiled.

"And I won, what?" She spoke condescendingly.

 

----

 

The two enjoyed a laugh as they walked away from the booth making their way to the back of the festival. The night was getting older and people began to leave. As the music grew quieter she could overhear more people speaking about what happened at the Chelle manor. Her inebriation was beginning to fade and a discomfort set in. A little girl ran up to the pair, tugging on her cloak

"Excuse me, have you seen my mommy?" The drow took in a sharp breath.

"I-I'm sorry, I haven't seen her, maybe we can look for her?" The little girl cocked her head to the side and ran off.

"You ok?" The smith asked, she looked at him puzzled. "She asked you if you wanted to buy some flowers."

 

She didn't know what to say. Before she could, she spotted an horrifically sobering sight. Her eyes widened and her pupils sunk as figure in white and gold plate with religious decor stood out from the dark crowd.

 

The figure was a distance away, and it moved about as if looking for something. She quickly turned her path, pulling the smith another direction. Behind them was another, a larger figure likewise looking through the crowd. Her heart raced as she began to think rashly. She spotted an alleyway that was bathed in darkness. Thinking quickly she pulled the smith with her by hand. She put on a fake smile as she lead him down the alleyway they turned off completely hidden from the street.

 

Once there she pinned the smith against the brick wall, thrusting her lips onto his. Her hood covering both of their faces. Though their arms wondered each other and she kissed him passionately her senses were focused on the two figures. trying to discern the heavy footsteps from the dull plod of leather soles. Her body almost hurt from anticipation as they got closer to the beginning of the alleyway. Her mind being distracted by the Smith's lustful hands caressing her breast and delving into her pants.

 

They stood at the end of the alleyway, just out of sight conversing. She could tell two distinct voices, one male, and one female. The words were drowned out by the people. She could feel her heart beating over her entire body as they talked. She could hardly feel the fingers plunging between her soft and moist lips. She pressed harder, and kissed more passionately. The single focus of her actions made it easier for her to filter out the background.

 

A heavy burden was lifted from her as she listened to their steps fade into the distance. As she let out a sigh of relief, the sensation she denied herself came flooding back with a sudden groan. She parted the kiss and threw her head back as his fingers delved deeper into her. She then leaned back to gaze down at his hand on her mound as she bit her lip.

"Someone's excited all of a sudden." The smith spoke quietly.

 

"So much more fun in public, isn't it- Ah!" She suppressed a moan as his fingers danced in her.

 

She wouldn't let go of him, but freed an arm and pulled up her shirt. Her body almost vanishing in the darkness. The fabric of her shirt rested in placed atop her breasts, the smith didn't need to see them to know where they were. The drow closed her eyes as she felt a soft warm breath flow across her chest, then the smooth wet touch of lips enclose around her nipple. His tongue flicked her and suckled gently. She felt his mouth greedily take more of her soft flesh in. Her arms wrapped around his head pulling him closer in her bosom. His mouth would alternate between and all she could to in response was let out a sharp breath.

 

The moisture of her body drenched his fingers as he continued to play with her. The tautness of her body pressed his knuckles together almost uncomfortably, and his wrist began to ache from the awkward angle it was at. It was her heavy breath and the spike of excitement she showed that made him continue. Her body moved and assisted him, placing herself where he would reach the right spot, and at the same time easing the stress of his hand. Her body tensed and her breath gave way to a stifled moan. Her legs shook as she pulled him close. When he leaned up, she pounced, kissing him.

 

He removed his hand with a couple fingers that glistened in the moonlight. As she raised it she grabbed his hand with both of her and slowly pulled it towards her mouth. her lips parted, and closed around his fingers sensually. Her tongue rapped around them as his hand was slowly pulled out from her lips. They parted from her with a loud smack and a heavy breath. She licked her lips with a smile as she began to remove her pants, rolling them up, laying them on the ground and kneeling on them.

"Your turn." She purred, reaching into his dark pants.

 

She freed him from his confinements and wasted no time pressing her tongue against the soft tip of his member. She ran her tongue along his length several times, taking in his taste, looking back up at him with lustful eyes. She plunged him deep into her. The comfortable warmth taking over his senses. The music had long stopped, and though there was some drunken revelry, the night was silent. The smith closed his eyes and all he could hear was the crude and wonderful slurp she was making.

 

Though he could just as easily look down, he kept his eyes closed and envisioned what she was doing to him. Seeing the top of her white hair swaying as she moved. Feeling her hand caress his more sensitive extremity with a delicate dexterity. They rested in the palm of her hand gently as she rolled them. That was the only hand that touched him, the other was wrapped around his waist. yet it was enough. The drink had dulled his senses, her lips and tongue felt clear and comforting to him. Even the mere thought of her ability was enough to bring him around, and he did. She graciously accepted him with a pleasured moan. It became silent again. Then he heard the swallow.

 

She stood and removed the cloak and parted her shirt completely. The smith smiled and attempted to pull her close for more. She gave him an evil grind as she held out her hand, placing the cloak back on her body. Her clothes laid at his feet, and she urged him to pick them up. He reluctantly did so, only to raise and find the drow covered in the cloak.

"I think it'd be exciting if I just wear this back, don't you think?" He nodded enthusiastically at her words. "Catch me, and you can have me." She turned and darted off.

 

 

----

 

Though a fun little game, she had her reasons. She was leading him back in an alternate path, one she knew, and one she figured a couple of holy warriors weren't waiting in ambush. They laughed and giggled as the cloak would flutter open and expose her body.

 

As they ran, she would stop and expose her entire body, as if to taunt him. At some point during the run she realized her inebriation had returned. She smiled as he chased her, until finally reaching his home. She tried to pull the door open only to find it locked. He ran up and threw his arms around her nestling his head next to hers and said, 'gotcha'. He kissed her neck and held her in place as she freed the key from his pockets. The door opened and the two tumbled into the house.

 

She threw the cloak off of her as he closed the door and pounced on her. They flew to the ground grasping at each other in a passionate embrace, rolling around the floor. More a tangled ball of limbs that grunted than two lovers. The drow hadn't realized how aroused the run back had made her. Her limbs curled around him and she wiggled to find more places for her to kiss. They looked entirely undignified as they rolled about, knocking this and that over, and bunching up his rug. When the Smith leaned back to undo his shirt the slender drow inched out from under him and quickly darted for the bedroom. Her hand shot out from the door frame with and index finger extended and curled towards her, beckoning him over.

 

His hands fumbled with the leather strings. More yanking than attempting to undo the lacing. He pulled the whole assembly off impatiently as she kicked away his boots. She waited for him on his bed prostrate with her hips held aloft, wagging in the air and her face against the mattress. She looked at him with warm narrow eyes that screamed for his body. Her finger still curling, inviting him in.

"Lick me." She moaned.

 

He tumbled towards the foot of the bed, kicking his pants away from him. He climbed up, first his bed, then her legs, kissing along her thigh the entire way until his lips rested between them. She was impossibly sweet. His tongue ran up and down her slit. She continued to let out heavy breaths and wiggled her hips in his face. "Not that one," she groaned.

 

His hands slid up through her cheeks, listening to her pleased breath as he did. Though it was dark he could faintly make out the detail of her pursed hole. His thumbs pressed firmly on either side tugging his thumbs apart. His face contorted slightly at the prospect of what she requested. Granted she had already pleasured him with it before; he had no complaints then. This was somewhat different. He pressed his thumb, she was yielding to his touch.

"Um, isn't this a little, well, dirty?" he spoke, his face still contorted.

"It's clean..." she turned to face him with an indignant look on her face. " There's nothing in there, its only used for sex."

"Wait, those rumors are true?" He said excitedly

"Yes!" she answered impatiently. " Now we can discuss the intricacies of the drow physiology, or!" She put emphasis forward. "Or, you can fuck me with your tongue!"

 

He shrugged, slowly lowering her head towards her with his tongue extended. The drow grew impatient and a smile formed on her face. She jutted her hips backwards, smothering his face between her soft ebony cheeks. She stuttered a breath as she felt the warmth of his tongue slither across her. As his tongue took its course she couldn't fight back a moan. She felt a low rumbling groan escape her lips as his tong wiped and wiggled pushing her tight body and slithering inside her. The smith pushed to the back of his mind where he was, concentrating on how her taste wasn't as sweet as her lips, but not an unlikeable taste at least.

 

Her grip of the bed tightened. She tossed her hips forward and back, rocking them side to side. Her breath quickened and her lips rolled in delight. Her fingers clenched the sheets drawing lines where the fabric folded between her fingers. No skill was needed to pleasure her there, just raw pressure. A simple in out up down, or a swirl would suffice. His tongue wiggled and squirmed like it had its own mind, in her body.

 

Her head flew back, belting out a scream of delight. Her hands shook and her legs would have given way if not for how they were resting. Her breath stuttered, turning into a long groan of satisfaction. She looked back at the smith to find he had climbed on the bed and was placing his hands on their favorite spot on her hips. Were his tongue started, his member would finish. She felt the soft prod, her body rejuvenated once again, straightening itself out. She smiled hungrily as her body graciously accepted him. Ushered by a load rolling moan.

"Oh, now you want to make noise." He joked, rolling his eyes.

"Did I say you could talk, ma- AH!" His body slammed into her cheeks

 

A strained pressure, a strange pain that felt so pleasurable. She felt the contours and shape of his manhood as it pressed in her, expanding her. As he pressed on the more she relaxed an the more she could feel. She lifted herself onto her hands, pressing herself against him. She grunted as every inch of his body disappeared between her soft cheeks. It wasn't long before they were synchronized and the loving smack of sex filled his house, only now accompanied by the drow's moaning.

 

She would glance back at him every so often with a pleased look on her face. Eyes narrow, slight smile, and hair draped over her face. A wonderful and undignified sight, to see those red irises poke out between strands of her soft white hair. The only more alluring sight was to see his flesh press between the two black mounds that made her buttocks. The smith slowly leaned over her his lip quivering, and his pace slowing but his thrusts became more forceful. He grunted, feeling sweat bead along his brow.

 

The young man did not stop, even as he felt himself pulsate. The drow's screams of pleasure were too intoxicating. He wanted to hear more of her. With a booming grunt she felt the splash of his release. She gently pushed herself into his lap lovingly. Instead he took a few breaths, continuing.

 

She was taken by surprise, and yelp. She stopped to look back at the man. Her face with a curious smile. She pressed him in, and he obliged her with a slap across her cheek. She yelped again. His exhausted face fought for a smile, as his hand rose again, slapping her cheek. Once his hands found their place on the bone of her hip he slammed forward with a great deal of his might. She screamed. Her head dipped slightly. He drew back and flung himself forward again. She moaned. The process repeated.

 

His thrusts became more violent, he grunted heavily with each press. For the drow, she felt her arms shake, her jaw grew tired form being held open, yet she couldn't help but moan. She was in ecstasy, all she could feel was the burning pleasure of his body occupying her's. The sensation of him probing deeper into her, loosening the tight ring that held so firmly on his flesh. She grew weaker her arms failed her and her face was in the sheets again. Her arms desperately grabbed the pillow pulling it under her, biting it. She screamed with a clenched jaw into the pillow that did little to muffle the sound. The man smiled in delight as his lover lost control of her body.

 

Even after her orgasm, he did not stop. His body remained dull from his satisfaction, which allowed him to continue to assail her backside with vigor. He thrust happily Arching his back over her gripping higher on her body. His hands happily fondled her soft breasts. The drows eyes rolled to the back of her head as she failed spectacularly at talking. Instead a jumbled mess of syllables and sounds flowed out. She was laughed at, which made her want to scorn the man, but only more nonsense came out. She laid back with her hips in the air as he pleasured himself a second time, she would be soon to follow again. This time he stopped, resting his weight on her. They panted heavily, their sweat intermixing. Finally the drow collected herself enough to pant one sentence.

"Where was that last night?"

 

She wiggled and the exhausted smith fell off of her, laying on his back desperately trying to catch his breath. She licked her lips throwing her legs over his chest, inching up his body slowly. His eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, and she could clearly make out the shape of her body. Her legs parted over him exposing her beautiful flawless mound. Her body was situated over his head. He licked his lips in anticipation, staring at the soft folds of her flesh. Smooth and well shaped. Beautiful dark lips, between a cleft of soft flesh that, flowed together to a singular point that was just out of reach of him.

"This will teach you to mock me." She smiled, lowering her body. Kissing his lips with hers.

 

A much more pleasant taste, much sweeter. He suckled and lashed his tongue about. Teasing her sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. She pressed against him more, forcing the flat of his tongue along her whole slit. Once again she felt the slithering creature wiggle and prod her. Her hands grasped at his hair, her hips rolled, aiding where he could reach. She stared down at him, amused at the sight of the tip of his nose poking out from under her crotch. It wasn't long before she felt fingertips on her hips again, a sensation she began to crave. the pressed and kneaded her, causing her lip to quiver and her breath to give to a heavy pant.

 

Greedily, he tasted her, his tongue working more for his satisfaction than hers. It wiggled deeper. He wanted to taste more of her sweet moisture. Her back arched as she felt it wiggle deeper inside her. Though he pressed onward, he didn't neglect the rest of her sensitive folds. He suckled gently, and rolled his lips, he even began to hum slightly. A sensation she quickly applauded him for. She felt the tingle of satisfaction build inside of her, growing rapidly. She held her breath biting her lip before shooting her head back letting out a moan of satisfaction.

 

----

 

The look on a person's face at the moment of orgasm is never a dignified look. In her case, her mouth flew wide open curling to one side, and her eyes bulged as if she had been hit on the back of her head. It was fortunate that there was no way he could have seen it. She recovered panting and leaning over the mans face. She removed her body allowing him to better breath. Her body fell beside him, then slowly crawled onto his chest. She kissed him tenderly, worming her arms under his neck. Their bodies sweaty and tired.

 

His hands rested on her buttocks, gently squeezing her firm cheeks. They stared at each other with the drow occasionally pecking his lips with hers. A tingle of fabric brushed against her legs. The blanked was slowly being pulled up their bodies. She freed an arm and reached for it, bringing it over her shoulders covering them. She nestled her head next to his enjoying the warmth his body gave off.

"Done for the night I see." She spoke softly.

"After that? I have nothing left." he laughed.

 

The drow shifted her weight to find the most comfortable spot on his body. They exchanged words curtly on what felt better until a final position was found. His arms folded over the flat of her lower back, in the valley between her back and cheeks. A comforting resting place. She continued to rest her arms under his necks, under the pillow. She kissed his cheek and he would play with her hair. Occasionally touching the tip of her ear to watch it flick away. Exhaustion set in and the two slowly abated their conversations. The Smith was the first to fall asleep, she wouldn't be long after. Being gently rocked to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest. Both with faint smiles.

 

----

 

During the night she felt a rustle on the bed that woke her from her slumber. The drow turned to her side, and kept her eyes closed, but listened to the rustling of fabric pull around her. A warm arm wrapped around her waist, she grunted as she pressed against the smiths body, lovingly jutting her hips into his lap. A soft dulled smack rang out when the man kissed her soft cheek. She responded by reaching up a hand and gently stroking his.

"Where did you go?" She muttered quietly, and in a higher pitch than her normal voice.

"To take care of some needs." He responded in a similar soft voice.

"Just use me. I don't mind when I am asleep." She purred quietly, eyes still shut.

"Not those needs." The smith laughed.

"Oh..." She paused. " Don't use me for that..."

 

    They enjoyed the moment briefly then attempted to fall back into a nice slumber. Despite her best efforts, the drow simply couldn't let herself sleep. She shifted her weight around, pressing herself against her lover. Ultimately she could not find a comfortable position to lay. The dark room was filled with her commotion. She felt another arm worm itself from under her, pulling her closer to the Smith. She nestled her head against him, he kissed the top of her head.

"Everything alright?" He rocked her in his arms gently.

"Just having trouble getting comfortable."

"Bullshit." He smiled. " Whats troubling you?" She seemed a bit uneasy at how well he could read her. She sighed.

"I just have a lot on my mind, that's all." She turned her head to spy him in the corner of her eye.

"Talk to me." He rolled onto his back, his arm still lodged under her soft body.

 

A few quick jerking motions and she was rolled over in place, resting partially on his chest. She draped her arm across him, resting on his shoulder. Her fingers twirled, dragging loosely across his skin drawing invisible circles. For a while she didn't say a word, just sighed heavily as if she was reluctant to speak. She finally mustered enough courage to speak.

 

Her lips stuttered once more but the words finally left her.

"I've done bad things." She veered her eyes away from him. "Things I'm not proud of." She slowly looked back at him, fearing disapproval. "I'm just having trouble coming to terms with them."

"I'm sure you did what you needed to survive." He patted her reassuringly

"That's just it. I didn't. I did them because I was good at it."

 

She took her hand from his shoulder and rested it in the center of his chest, feeling the thump of his heart. She took in another deep breath before she continued. It wasn't an easy topic to discuss. How could she go about confiding into him without giving herself away? It was something she had been pondering since she met him. Deep down she wanted to tell him everything, confess her sins and remove the heavy weight that barred down on her, but she couldn't. Yet she tried anyway.

"I've hurt people, Smith." She stopped and stared off into the distance. Her gaze was blank. The young man simply laid quiet.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I did it to survive, but I could have done other things to survive." She closed her eyes tightly. "But I made my choices and I have to live with them." She took in a deep breath. "What if I made a mistake?"

 

She looked up at him, his gaze was stern but comforting. He didn't have the slightest hint of exhaustion on his face anymore. He was calm and attentive, listening to every word. His hand gently rubbed her back, or pressed her closer. He felt pity for the poor thing as he watched her demeanor grow more solemn.

"I don't know." She said quietly.

"I don't like what I do, but its all I'm good at..." She took in a heavy breath.

 

Silence. After that she took in a few more breaths to calm herself, to fight the growing feeling inside of her. The more she talked the worse she felt, but she desperately wanted to continue. His chest rose and fell steadily, it lulled her into a somewhat more relaxed state, something that felt comforting to the touch at the very least.

"I'm sure you're good at many other things." She shook her head, dragging it away from his face.

 

She let out a pained gasp. Her nose and throat burned. Her eyes clenched tighter, as did her hands. She fought back what she was feeling, breathing heavily into his chest. That firm chest she derived so much pleasure from, that she enjoyed so lustfully, but for what purpose? What was he to her if not but a toy for her amusement? After all that's why she sought him out.

"No I'm not, Smith." She squeaked followed by a harsh inhale. "I'm good at what I hate! And because of it I seek solace in cock and drink!" She looked up at him, glimmering beads grew in the corner of her eyes. "That's what you are to me, A damn distraction! How does that make you feel?" She shouted. Her lip noticeably quivering. "How does that make you feel, Smith?"

"Stray..." He mutter, pulling her close. She sniffled closing her eyes again.

"Thats all I do. Hurt people and run away from the pain." Her voice peaked again. She stifled another gasp. "I'm a damn drow. I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. What's wrong with me?" The tears broke and began to roll down her cheek.

 

She lost her breath. She couldn't fight it any longer. the lump in her throat kept growing, forcing her breath to become erratic. As the poor creature broke down and began sobbing, the Smith pulled his other arm around her. He rested his chin on the top of her head rocking her side to side. He patted her on the back, doing his best to comfort the drow.

"There there." He spoke softly under her sobs. He continued to cradle her in his arms, repeating it over and over.

 

Eventually she would exhaust herself, winding down slowly. Her eyes burned and her throat was swollen. The two fell asleep once again. It wasn't a positive way to end the night. The smith couldn't help by feel genuine worry for her. As if when she left him, she would be in peril again, finding empty relief in someone else's arms. She was too proud to admit it, but she needed him, if only to protect her from herself.

 

----

 

Morning would wash away the turbulent night. As light began to creep through the curtains, the Smith could feel his body rousing itself, and from a particularly pleasant dream. He grunted and stretched his arms slowly beginning to feel the rest of his body. The drow wasn't in sight, but he could feel where she was. A lump rose and fell sharply under the blanket, over his crotch. The comfortable warmth of her mouth enveloped him. The man tilted his head back groaning in delight. Before he could reach his hand down the cover her skillful work brought him to fruition. When she finished her body slithered up his, popping from under the sheets. The drow wrapper her arms around his chest, kissing his neck.

"I'm sorry for last night, I figured this would be a pleasant way to wake up."

"Well, I can't say I hated it." He smiled, kissing her neck " You don't need to feel bad about last night."

"I quite like to be woken that way as well." She blatantly ignored him. She straddled her legs around his waist. " Shall we get to morning sex?"

"Stray..." He groaned dismissively.

"I was thinking, you're pretty good with your hands, so you can use those to wake me if you get the urge at night." She positioned herself, pushing him into her body with a satisfied sigh.

"Stray." His tone more forceful. He closed his eyes, placing his hands on her hips. Feeling her body rise and fall. "It's ok what happened last night."

"I only ask you don't waste your seed on my body, just in it." She spoke between thrusts.

"Stray!" He barked, causing her to stop.

 

"I'm fine with what happened last night ok? You have emotions, it doesn't make you weak." His hands ran up and down her sides.

"Well, I'm not." She placed her hands on his chest, holding him down as she began again, pleasuring herself.

 

As he attempted to sit up, she pushed him down, then pressed her finger against his lips. She leaned back sitting upright, pressing her legs together, rolling her hips as she lifted her body. The smith laid back motionless, simply watching her shapely form. he was transfixed on her breasts as they bounced with every drop of her body, they jiggled for a moment before returning to their teardrop shape, firm, and yet soft. Their size perfectly aligned with the size of her hips. Slightly larger than the hand he imagined placing on them. They way she moved, and rolled her hips, she wasn't trying to please the Smith, who remained still, she was pleasing herself.

 

Her breath was synchronized with her body. As she rose she would inhale, and the inverse. Her hands slid up her sides, digging her fingernails inter her flesh as she did. Not enough to inflict pain, but to cause a sharp sensation that complemented the dull throb in her loin. As her hands rose they cupped her breasts, fondling them firmly. Her breath deepened and grew louder, peaking in a moan. Her knees buckled in towards his body as her abdominal muscles clenched lurching her body forward. She threw out her arms bracing herself against his body. When she recovered she returned to being upright and continued.

"That felt good." She chuckled " Your turn."

 

He wouldn't be able to get a word out to her that wasn't a moan of pleasure, or a failed attempt at words. She saw to it, swaying her hips, and twirling her body in a seductive dance over him. When he would attempt to sit up, she pushed him back down, with a coy look on her face. All he could do was feel her loving warmth, listen to her lyrical breath, and watch her flawless form rise and fall. In a gesture of protest he placed his hands under his head, with his elbows out, and waited for the inevitable. His eyes closed as he let his body take over his functions granting the beautiful drow her morning 'offering'. Satisfied, she slowed, lowering her body onto his. She felt his arms wrap around her body with one hand lightly scratching her head. She smiled, pressing against his hand.

"I don't feel like leaving this bed today, how about you?" She purred, becoming relaxed at his scratching.

"Unfortunately I have to work..." He paused " Stray, are you alright?" His tone worrisome

"There's not a more strange sensation than to feel the hair on your body." Her hand dragged across his arm as she watched it brush over his hair.

"Stray." He grumbled.

"I meant what I said last night." She looked up at him with cold eyes. "You are just a distraction. Something to keep me warm."

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?" She remained silent, only looking away.

 

Not a word was spoken, the Smith continued to rub her back and scratch her head. She continued to play with his arm. She focused her mind on the thought of having hair on her body, elsewhere than the head, that is. As pleasant a feeling it was for her to touch, she couldn't imagine hair being under her arms or even her crotch. The idea made her rather itchy. The two exchanged heavy sighs as neither was willing to break the silence. The drow nestled her head into his comforting chest and capitulated.

"I'm just a bad person who is lonely." She sighed, then kissed his breast.

 

"If doing this I can forget about it and pretend to be a normal person, even for a short while, why not?" Another heavy sigh escaped.

"Stray..." He spoke wistfully, tightening his arms around her.

 

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Again they fell silent. She rested peacefully in his arms as he began to rock the two of them gently. He could understand the pain she felt, feeling completely alone in the world. Despite the Smith being surrounded by smiling people happy to see him when he took to his hammer and anvil, he knew they were empty smiles. His family were nations away, separated by miles of land stricken with war. It was his job that kept him where he was, when the master smith died only he was left to tend to the forge. He could pursue a life of his own, but then what would he do? There would be no one to take the forge and finding an apprentice to replace him would mean spending even more time in his vocation.

 

In a way, it was the same for her, her job kept her where she was. It kept her lonely, unable to get close to anyone. Even worse it kept her tethered to the city, were she to leave her clients would hunt for her. The longer she stayed the further the world became to her, the more she longed for it. She wanted a way to end her career. To walk away from it all, but that would never be. Not after all she had done, and what was already hunting her. It was simply too late for her, she was a bird, trapped in an invisible cage. If simply staying with the young man was her only solace than she would stay in the moment as long as she could. She would be happy with him.

"So, what's it like not having hair?" The Smith spoke, breaking her thoughts. She stammered trying to find the right words to speak.

"Smooth?" She said slowly turning her head to meet his gaze. "Not an easy question to answer." She raised an eyebrow. Still confused.

"Well!" She spoke, quickly rolling the two of them over, she let out an excited yelp. His eyes peered down her black body. " It's certainly nice to look at."

 

Her legs slowly wiggled out from under his body, pressing against his hips. She adjusted her body to find a comfortable spot to draw him in. Her fingers crawled along his back as the Smith began kissing up and down her smooth neck. The drow felt the tips of his fingers run down her body resting on her mound as they slowly crossed over the ridge to rest on her lips. His palm pressed against her, kneading the soft flesh. Reflexively her eyes shut, and a soft breath escaped her as she pulled him closer.

"Feels wonderful too." He laughed. She kissed him.

"Ready again, so soon?" She smiled "And with you on top of me? How... reproductive." She spoke sarcastically letting out a laugh.

"I know, all we are missing is the covers. In fact!" He reached back pulling the blankets over their bodies. "Perfect! Nice and normal." He winked.

 

The two laughed pleasantly as they adjusted their bodies. Her legs relaxed and fell to the flanks of his body. He grabbed himself bringing it closer to her as he peered down the darkened enclosure vainly. Once again she felt the gentle dull prod of his member against her lips. He continued to place pressure against her as he probed for the right spot. The drow wrapped her arms around his neck, using him as leverage to push her hips, helping guide him to where he needed to go. He could feel her part as he rubbed against her slit. He would press, her eyes would close and she took a curt gasp of air. He pressed again, he felt her body yield more to him, allowing him to enter further. He pressed again, she felt the dull prod grow and begin to take his shape. The more he continued, the further he felt her body slide along him. A moist warm sensation he could feel along the entirety of his length, until he pressed her completely against his lap. She exhaled, curling her lip as his body pressed against her rhythmically.

 

There would be no sensuous slap of their bodies as the Smith continued to press into her slowly. The drow lifted her legs allowing him to press even deeper. The tight sensation that enveloped him began to loosen as she relaxed, yet it didn't dull the pleasure. Somehow he found it even more appealing, tender even as her lips yield to him leaving his member shined as it left her. She bit her lip and tilted her head back slightly as her body depressed into the bed from his weight. It was pleasurable at the very least, for both of them, but ultimately unfufiling.

"Normal sex is boring." They laughed.

 

The drow stretched out her arms over her head,pressing her wrists together, and resting them against the wall. Her smile curled on one side of her face, here eyes narrowed wantingly. The man cocked his head to the side, not stopping his pace. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist

"Grab my wrists and neck." She purred.

"What? Choke you?"

"No! Just grab it." His left hand reached up and wrapped around both of her tiny wrists, his other rested more on her collar than her neck as he placed it carefully. "Now fuck me like a whore." Here eye narrowed even more.

 

The man shrugged. The bulk of his weight pressed into her wrists as his body began to slam into hers. The bed shook violently puling the headboard away from the wall, then hurtling it back into it with a loud crash. Over and over the wooden bed frame crashed into the wall, drowning out the grunting and smack of the two bodies. Her breath gave way to muffled growl as his hand slowly crept up her neck. He gritted his teeth, grunting like a wild beast. The bedsheets slowly fell away from the bed, as did the pillow that wasn't under the drow.

"Harder!" She screamed The crashing became louder. " Harder Male! Harder!" He grunted passionately as sweat began to drip form his forehead.

 

As she screamed for more, his thrusts became more wild and violent. The grip of her legs would loosen only to squeeze again, pulling him in faster. Leverage was escaping him, he withdrew his hand from her neck, using it to push and pull her hips from him. Yet she would cry for more. When he felt himself begin to tire he bellowed a guttural grunt, forcing him to continue. He lifted his knees settling himself upright. Yet she begged for more.

"Harder!" She grunted

"How much harder do you want? Sheesh!"

"I can still talk can't I?"

 

His other hand withdrew from her wrists. Her free hands quickly pressed against the wall, her body stayed suspended in air. Only held up by her legs and arms. His hand fell to her hip. His grip tightened almost painfully, he used it to slam her body against him. Violently he continued thrashing about her, his grunts and bellows barely heard over the banging of the bed against the wall. The drow joined him in mindless grunts, pushing and pulling her body in tandem to his motions. The slap of his crotch against her was sharp, each time she felt it she yelled. Her eyes clenched tightly, her jaw fought her impulsive screams to tighten.

 

Their passionate attack on each other was causing the bed to creep away from the wall. Soon she was pressing against the wall with only her fingertips. When the was finally fell out of reach her body plummeted into the bed. Her arms desperate for something to grab, found themselves tangled in the white linen sheets. Her teeth clenched, yet the forceful scream still escaped her mouth. Sweat dripped across her breasts from the Smith as he lifted her higher, ravishing her. His guttural roars leaving his throat coarse. Her legs went limp, she trashed widely arching her back, pulling the sheets from the bed. Exhausted the smith learned over her slowing rapidly till he came to a halt, collapsing to her side. The fought to regain their breath. She laid still, her eyes wide. She whispered a single word.

"Damn."

 

She rolled her beaten body over, gazing at her lover. After a quick breath she launched herself, pressing her lips against his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. When she pulled away she peered down to his member. Still erect and covered in a viscus mix of their fluids. She opened her mouth and hurled her body again. Her warm tongue slithered around him. Her cheeks indented as she pulled from him, leaving no trace of their union behind. She swallowed and began to peck at it with her lips.

"I love this thing!" She kissed it repeatedly, plunging it back into her mouth several more times.

"Oh leave it alone!" he pleaded. " I'm done. I have nothing left!" He threw his head back, closing his eyes.

 

The drow's body wiggled its way up the Smith's. Her arms folded under her bosom ash she placed her teeth around his chin, wagging her hips from side to side. Clueless as what to to, he simply pet her soft and frazzled hair. She smiled, closing her eyes as her ears flicked, pointing down when he did. His strength slowly returned to him. The sex may have woken her, but it was sending him back to sleep. He fought his eyes from closing. In his mind he contemplated sleep, wondering if he could wake before noon. His next thought was what time it was. He closed his eye, still stroking the drow.

"Stray, how many lines up is the ball of light?" Her ears perked up. "On the wall."

 

Along the wall were several thin black lines that would have began where the bed ended, were it still against the wall. She looked at the ball of light, and followed it to the opposite wall, where a small hole was carved out above the curtains. A simple time measuring device, albeit primitive. The time could be told by counting the number of lines up or down it was. The higher the light the earlier it was, the lower the light the later it was. Simple and useful. As she counted her lips mimed the word she though in her head.

"About three or so." she let out a curious huff. "Never noticed that before."

 

 "Shiiit." He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Now I have to go to work tired, thanks." He goaded her facetiously.

"Please. You'll wake up once you catch your breath." She sprawled her body over his, letting her limbs go limp.

"I hope." He let out a hearty yawn, stretching his arms. " I was wondering if you could do me a favor while I'm out."

"Oh?" She lifted her head.

"Seeing as how you've been dirtying them, Do you mind washing the sheets?" Her head dropped, her gaze turned indignant.

"I suppose you want me to clean your home and ready you a meal, or other wifely duties, eh?" She grunted. "Its 'We' who've been dirtying them."

"Yes but, you have been staying here rent free, and!" He reached between their bodies, pushing his hand down. When he pulled it up and showed her, it had a silvery fluid on it. " Not a drop leaves your body?" He raised an eyebrow vindictively.

"Fine." She huffed. She reached for his hand, holding it firmly as her violet tongue dragged across his fingers, cleaning his hand."I'm not doing the other stuff."

"Never asked you too, now, would you kindly get up so I can get dressed?"

 

She rolled her eyes, flipping to her side. Her indignant gaze slowly turned to an infatuated one was she watched the man walk about his room dressing himself. Her face grew a half cocked, and absurd looking smile when he lifted a shirt over his head. Truly a handsome creature, albeit very exotic for her kind. When he gathered the last of his things and readied himself to leave for the day, he returned to the bedroom and knelt down, kissing the drow on the forehead. She smiled as her ears flicked. Though when the door closed behind him the house became very still. Her smile faded. In an effort to make some sort of commotion she rolled herself in the sheets as if they were a cloak, then departed to find a washboard. She looked at it and sighed.

"The things I do for free cock..."

 

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As she scrubbed the sheet she couldn't help but evaluate her position. Yet for all her dislike and disinterest in simple housework such as this, she couldn't help but laugh. She muttered to herself sarcastic complaints. Jesting about her stature, occupation, and even condition of birthright. More so to fill the lonely house with noise. Between her haughty words her ears would pick up the heavy silence left over. She would look at the rest of the house, her mood would change, her smile faded, and she slowly turned back to the bedsheets. When she couldn't think of anymore complaints, she hummed a tune.

It was a simple full measure marching tune that was burning into her memory form her youth. Without thinking her motions became paced with her song. With her hypnotic pace and mind fully distracted she found herself accomplished in her task. To dry it all she needed to do was hang the bit of cloth outside. Bright light enveloped her from the midday sun as she stepped outside. Her bare feet plodded along the soft and cultured grass, she took in a deep breath of clean air that wasn't saturated in the heavy smell of sex. The cool autumn breeze complimented the heat on her skin.

 

The sheet billowed over the line in a single toss, draping perfectly at its center. She pinned the fabric to the line, she felt a building desire to yawn. Her back tensed as her arms flew out for a greatly satisfying stretch accompanied by a loud and sensuous yawn. As she turned she spotted a young boy in the corner of her eye. He stood in utter amazement, with mouth fully agape. She estimated him to be twelve or so, just at the cusp of pubescence. It finally dawned on her that she stood completely bare in the little yard. A drow such as herself wouldn't have the same notion of 'modesty' as other races would, and made no attempt to cover herself. She turned to face him with a sultry smile, pulled her arms to her sides pressing her breasts out and shook her chest.

 

"You'll be so cute in another ten years." She purred to the child. He nodded slowly, his eyes powerfully fixed on the drow.

 

With a laugh she returned to the dark and lonely house. Rather pleased with the fresh air she went around opening the windows, but leaving the curtains pulled. There would be air flow, as well as concealment, from the harsh sun and pesky people deciding to spot a drow living in a random house. She rather liked the darkness, much easier on her eyes. She paced about the floor searching for an activity. The games they played were meant for two people. She fingered through the weathered spines on his bookcase, removing choices for her to read in her head.

 

She came across one that stood out. It appeared to be a newer book, albeit with a still fairly worn spine. 'The Wolf and the Dog' She muttered aloud. Her eyebrows furled in curiosity as her fingertips drew it from its place. She rested herself on the couch lengthwise and opened the book. As she skimmed through the pages her eyes widened to find the book was about her friends she had long since lost. Apparently after her unfortunate 'incident' that separated them they had gone on to make a name for themselves. She gritted her teeth a bit as she read on, as it brought back bittersweet memories. A journey she could have been apart of, had things been different.

 

The book itself was a pleasant enough read. Before she knew it some time had passed, and the ever creeping feeling of boredom set in. She found one of the many bookmarks at the base of the shelf and marked her place. After several minutes of pacing she finally protested in frustration like a child; exclaiming her utter boredom. She peered out the window and had a thought.

"It can't be too hard to find him." She mused aloud. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled devilishly.

 

The heavy strike of metal on metal shot through the business area in a rhythmic matter. Two slow hard slams, followed by two rapid strike on the anvil. Each blow slowly formed the bit of metal into a flat shape. Again and again he hammered the red metal till it took a desired elongated shape. He placed the bit of metal in a barrel of water. The bar hissed violently as it plunged. He whipped the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his white shirt, then reached for another piece of metal to form.

 

In the spring and summer he would be content to work with a sleeveless shirt, the heat from the forge would become unbearable at times. For the autumn and winter it became a welcome and loved part of his job. The cool air would blow through his open forge, kissing the sweat on his face and neck. Once he pounded the metal properly he placed it alongside the other. He sat back for a moment catching his breath. His shop had the front wall removed to allow for good airflow, and had a thatched awning that covered him from the sun. Directly across from him there was a bend in the bricked river that made a buildings obstruct his view of the river impossible.

 

He smiled at the peaceful scene. People sparsely crowded the cobblestone road and peer into the other section of his shop, where is wares were stored. They marveled at all of his works, from simple cutlery to armor, to even jewelery. It was a few steps away and all that separated him from them was a simple counter. He took in a hearty breath before returning to his work. The next piece he had to work on was a breast plate, a green embroidered one. It was a strong piece, one he didn't make, but was reparation for a young warrior. His attention was caught on a symbol, one he couldn't remember where he saw before. A Laurel skull flanked by golden wings. He pulled the piece closer to inspect it.

"Whatcha looking at?" The man jumped when he heard the drow's throaty voice.

 

He turned to look, but no one was seen. Not even a patron at his counter. He heard her laughter and continued to shoot his head left to right.

"Up here, male." She purred.

 

The edges of a brow cloak dipped below a heavy wooden support frame. On top of it the saw laying on her belly, with her hands crossed under her chin and her elbows dangling from the banister. Her feet kicked playfully in the air as she watched him with her deep red eyes. The hammer in his hand lowered as he held it up defensibly on impulse. He urged her to get down but she refused. Content to stay perched above him so relaxed. Jokingly he grabbed a wooden pole and began to poke her with it, she hissed like a cat and swatted it away. When she rolled off the support her cloak billowed as it fell, slowly catching up with her. She landed gracefully in a kneel, absorbing the impact in her legs. She rose slowly, entirely hidden under the heavy cloak.

"What are you doing here?" He posed quizzically.

"I'm utterly bored without you there to fuck me." She pressed against him, giving him a tender kiss.

 

His soot and sweat covered arms wrapped around her, he rested his head on hers. She stepped away, looking him up and down. His sweat covered body was a sight. Parts of his fabric were somewhat translucent, sticking to his body. His heavy leather apron hugged his body displaying his muscular figure complimenting his already brandished arms. She bit her lip and her posture relaxed. The absurd and infatuated smile grew on her face again. He teased her.

"If I wasn't so sore from this morning, Smith, I swear I would take you like a proper drow."

"Well, you are still walking, so I guess I wasn't hard enough." He smiled.

"All I am saying is I am envious of that anvil." She dragged her index finger along his chin, tilting his head up.

 

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"Well I know how my night is going to end." He laughed turned back to his forge.

 

He placed the breast plate on a hard stone bench and began swinging his hammer to flatten out a dent. The metal proved to be tougher than he expected, even with a few more swings the metal would not yield. He felt the drow press against his back, resting her head on his shoulder. The way she held him still allowed for him to work, he turned his head to see the top of her cloak and smiled. It was a comforting feeling to have her rest against him. Her arms hugged closely around his waist. His arm began to swing at the stubborn armor again.

 

The Smith conceded on the piece, deciding it would have to be heated to be fixed. She hadn't made a noise, or moved for some time. He put his weight backwards to see if she would hold him up, and she did. He reached a hand back and tussled her hair under the hood. She growled playfully as he did.

"Why are you so comfortable?" She groaned.

 

The day continued on. She stayed hidden in a corner watching him work, occasionally getting up to assist him with something. Handing him another piece to work on, holding something down for him to hammer. She made herself useful to him instead of admiring him as she wanted to. She would sneak a kiss here or there through out the day, or fancy a grope of his loin. He too would grab about her playfully. During one of his breaks the two embraced each other kissing passionately. She was lifted onto a bench in the corner, out of sight. She lifted her shirt, and soon she felt the coarse hands of the Smith grab her breasts. As his lips parted from hers and he lowered them to hungrily suckle her soft flesh a knock came from the front of the store.

"Hello?" A patron shouted. "Is anyone here?" They both gritted their teeth in frustration. The Smith kissed her before parting to tend to the customer. She rolled her eyes, covering herself reluctantly.

 

It was a young man, A few years younger than the smith, in his late teens. He looked about the store with a shifty gaze. His fingers tapped impatiently on the wooden counter. The Smith sighed, knowing the type when he saw him. Another young boy thinking that a weapon or piece of armor made him into an invincible warrior. They were draw to the allure of weapons, but seldom bought. Even still he would have to deal with the miscreant politely, all the more frustrated as he interrupted him with the beautiful drow in the back.

"How can I help you?" He said with a large smile

"I'd like to look at your swords." The smith rolled his eyes in him mind thinking 'Right on cue'

"I have a large array, and type. What you were interested in?" He pointed to the collection hanging his wall.

"Uhm..." He paused. " Whats something cheap?" The boy spoke. The Smith closed his eyes, still smiling.

"There's nothing cheap here. All high quality items, made for function."

"Come on!" He protested. "Don't give me a sales pitch, what's a cheap sword?"

 

The frustrated drow walked with an incensed paced towards the counter. She unfurled her cloak and dropped a sheathed sword, resting her elbows on it and cradling her head in her hands. She gave him a narrow and angry gaze that turned into a smile. He recoiled at her sudden appearance. He looked at the sword under her arms, then at her pleasant face.

"You aren't here to buy a sword." She spoke he responded with a confused 'What'. " You're here to buy craftsmanship. You want a cheap sword? Here's a free one."

"H-How good is it?" He asked hesitantly

"Does it matter? It's free." Her smile shrank. She stared him down like a lion sizing up a gazelle.

"It could be a rusty piece of junk." He retorted

"Oh!" She exclaimed, here eyes widening. She lifted from the sword. "So quality IS important?"

"W-well, yeah."

"So its something you'd be willing to pay for?"

"Well, to an extent."

"Ah!" She smiled. "Here's a free sword."

 

 He stepped back, placing his hand on his chin. He pondered for a moment, looking at the drow, the sword, and the ones on the wall. The Smith had stepped asside entirely. He was occupied with covering his mischievous smile. She swayed her hips, bending back over the sword again. Her fingers tapped impatiently on her cheek.

"It's not a hard choice to make. Free sword, or one you have to pay for." Her fingers flicked her lips, annoyed.

"Can I at least look at the sword?"

"No." She spat monotonously. "Every hear' you don't look a gift horse in the mouth?' You touch the sword, you leave with it. Deal done. You want quality assurance, you pay for one." There were many thoughts racing through her head, mostly ways to hard him fitting to how he frustrated her.

"How much is that broadsword over there?" He sighed. The drow took back the sword and it disappeared under her cloak.

"Excellent choice!" The smith responded "1800 Faelins." He grabbed it from the wall and placed it on the counter top.

 

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After a bit more of reluctance, the boy dropped a bag onto the counter top. The drow's diligent fingers flicked through the silver coins, they counted them aloud, wasting his time in the most polite manner possible. After the exchange the boy's mood elevated. He sheathed the blade in a simple leather sheath and walked off. The Smith turned to the drow, grabbing the side of her had, and kissing her.

"You have no idea how much I want to ravish you right now." He peered deeply into her eyes.

"You better hurry while we have a moment." She licked her lips.

 

She was launched into the air with a yelp as the Smith carried her back to the bench he set her on. Her rams flailed about his back widely at his hands pressed into her feathery hair. He lowered his body grabbing her pants at the waist, starting to tug them away from her. In his haste her pants became caught and required a few more tugs. She bent her legs to assist him and kicked them away from her body.