„I think you should go."

The voice was clear, precise and left little room for disobedience. And – as expected – the order was received with a shocked, hurt expression.

Nathyrra rolled her eyes.

„I'm sorry, I just don't enjoy your ministrations. You did try, though, and you shall get paid. Go on, go. The rest of you can stay."

The man in question gathered his things and straightened up, furious. It didn't help that the rest of them were giving him amused smirks.

„Foot massage," Nathyrra grumbled, shifting position on the silk mattress. „If that was a foot massage, I'm a dwarven farmer." She turned around and gestured to the tall, muscular man who has, up till now, fanned her with a large straw fan. „Why don't you show me what you can do?"

A bottle of scented oil was uncorked, releasing aromas that were strange but very pleasing to Nathyrra's drow senses. The surfacer's touch was very delicate on her back, never hurting her in the slightest, which was not the custom with drow masseurs. Yet, at the same time, the impertinent male unclasped her bra and took it off her, without even asking for permission! And they gave her juices, made of fruit. And the men joked with her, and looked her in the eyes. She had stared at the frosted glass suspiciously, and then one of them smiled and said, „Think of it as the freshly-spilled blood of little oranges, mistress." And they all laughed!

And just now, the man's fingers had expertly untied a painful knot in her muscles. Before she could stop it, Nathyrra let out a small moan of pleasure. The other man had prepared a fresh drink, and the third took up the fanning duty, and none of them were alarmed in the slightest at this sign of vulnerability. After a few seconds, another satisfied groan escaped her. The one with the drink, slightly less disconcerting to her because his skin was nearly black, leaned over her ear.

„Would you perhaps be interested in a more... in-depth service, mistress Nathyrra?"

She lifted lazy eyes at him. What was in that juice stuff? She didn't even know where her weapons were, and didn't care.

„Well, yes... Can that be arranged?"

„Certainly. Whom would you like to service you?" he asked, smiling.

„Hmm... all of you, I think."

ΦΦΦ

Rina had never been so nervous while sneaking up on someone. Ever.

She had killed a Medusa-turned-Lich, she had made her way through a Beholder lair, she had been in the Plane of Shadows and done many perilous and quite amazing things. But she'd never been this nervous.

Valen just lay there in the pool, gently stroking himself with his tail. It was clear he wasn't intending to just rub one out and have it done with – the touch was only a mild addition to whatever, whoever he was thinking about. Please, please, please...

Rina crept around the pool, the soft shadows welcoming and shielding, but she knew she'd have to leave them soon. She was very near him now... She had to speak first, his reflexes were incredible and he was always ready to fight, so she must identify herself first...

She opened her mouth but before she let out even a breath of air, there was a whoosh of rushing water and a silvery-red shape in the air leapt at her, bringing her down to the ground. Her arms were twisted behind her back, her hair was grasped to steady her head, and her naked body was being straddled.

It was therefore no surprise that the penis she'd been admiring a moment before was pressed hard against her bare buttocks. She heard a few gulps of breath, and the water trickling here and there, before the inevitable gasp when Valen realised it was her he attacked. But she was perceiving all this as if through a haze, her mind concentrated on their intertwined bodies, and his length pressed against her.

„Rina! I, uh..." Valen stammered, somewhere above her, but she couldn't talk. Not now. Not while he was touching her like that... Even though the twisted arms hurt, she only felt his incredibly hot manhood. As much in control of herself as an ocean is in control of the tide, Rina rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing against him. Valen shut his eyes and released her arms, but his grip on her hair tightened. She spread her legs, rubbing her entrance against him, regretting that with all that water he wouldn't be able to tell how wet she was for him...

„Rina." His voice was more urgent this time. Commanding. She turned around and faced him, and saw in his smouldering eyes a strange, strained desperation. So she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and her lips around his. They were so hot they almost burned.

His one hand buried in her hair, other pressing the small of her back close, Valen kissed her back like his life depended on it. His lips were slightly rough, but his tongue was smooth and delicate and the way he drove it into her mouth made her wild. She might have even forgotten to breathe, but the moment was interrupted : she gasped and gave a surprised start.

That was because, even though both his hands were holding her tight, she felt a delicate and very agile touch between her thighs. Still kissing her mouth, Valen was teasing her... other lips with, yes, his tail.

Rina's head was spinning with pleasure as he slid one hand over her breast and gently teased the nipple, pulling at her hair with the other hand – all these sensations at once were just too much for her hungry body. She tore away from him, leaning back.

„Valen..." she breathed. No other words could get past her throat right now, so she just leaned back even more and spread her legs wide.

„Rina, I..." his breathing was ragged, and his penis stood to attention so hard it seemed to be vibrating. But his head was down, strangely. „I... can't..."

Her eyes widened, searching his face for a clue, as he reached out to her and gently lifted her up by the waist. „I can't..." he started again. His hands tightened on her naked flesh and he cleared his throat. „I can't let you lie there on this cold, hard floor," he managed, and suddenly, a smile lit up his face like lightning. And, like lightning, it was dangerous and chaotic and mesmerising.

Before she even understood what was happening, Valen snatched her up and lay on the stone floor, setting her back down on top of him. Then he drew her head back down to kiss her once more, other hand fondling her breast. „Much better," he murmured.

Rina, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, bit on his lower lip. „You idiot! How dare you frighten me that way," she screamed, thumping on his chest with her fists. Valen just laughed and pressed her hips down hard on his, rubbing against her entrance. „I must protect my lady," he said. „Even from the cold. So, your anger isn't really warranted."

„Oh I think it is, you-" Her righteous indignation was interrupted at this point. She was sitting on his lap, palms placed on his broad, muscular chest, and her hips grinding into him with each movement. There were plenty things on her mind right now – and on his too – but visitors weren't one of them.

„Hello... I figured that you might chang-" said a voice.

The satin curtains were dragged aside, letting in a short, slim human figure. The little blonde hostess stood there, transfixed, one hand still holding the curtain and the other a wad of towels. Both Rina and Valen stared at her in complete astonishment.

Her hair was let loose, forming a cloud of fluffy golden curls around her head, quite a cherubic effect with her big, blue eyes and delicate, pale face. Further down the effect was not so celestial anymore, as she was wearing only a tiny, open vest that barely covered her breasts and was held together by a string of pearls (Rina's eyes narrowed at the sight of the girl's tiny waist and almost sunken stomach). The only other contribution to decency she made was a length of colourful, transparent material wrapped around her hips that left nothing to imagination.

„-ed your mind," the girl finished, lamely, staring at the two naked bodies intertwined on the wet floor. She dropped the towels and, before either of them even managed to speak, turned and ran away. Her small, bare feet made almost no noise on the stones.

Rina knew it was stupid, but still she felt jealous.

„Well, sorry for intruding, then," she said, and regretted it instantly.

But Valen's face showed only a minimal sign of blushing and honest bewilderment as he sat up. To her boundless dismay, the fire in his eyes died when the girl came up, chased away by the embarrassment that never seemed far away in this exasperating man. She also had rather ambivalent feelings about the fact that his penis was no longer erect.

She will be sorry for intruding! And you," Valen snarled, and just like that, in a split-second, the demon was back. Well, maybe not the real demon, but the fearsome warrior, the general, the Demonwrestler. „You will be sorry for speaking to me like that!"

„Look, I just thought..." Rina stammered, astonished at his wrath. She knew he was fury incarnate ; but his fury had never been directed at her before.

„Oh, you thought, did you? What about? Pray tell me, my lady!"

„Valen, I'm really sorry, I only blurted that out because I was jealous..." Rina the good Ranger practically squeaked, while inside, Rina the chaotic Rogue laughed. Well, that escalated quickly. A few seconds ago you were putting off the delicious moment of putting it in, and now it's all been put away. Lovely.

But Valen's eyes have changed, again. There was less fury, but somehow more menace. „Were you, now? And that's enough to completely disregard someone's feelings and hit them with baseless accusations?"

The door to the bathing chambers opened once more, letting in servants who took Rina's gear and left her a dressing gown. Like true professionals everywhere, they took in the scene regarding necessary cleaning, resource replacement and overall service, while completely failing to notice the two naked, fighting lovers. The lovers responded more or less in kind.

„Of course not, and I'm sorry..." Rina tried a soothing voice again. But Valen looked at her coldly, like he would at a soldier who, despite his training, is incapable of even holding the weapon right. His gaze made her knees weak ; and when he spoke, his voice, the stern and commanding voice of a military leader who couldn't even imagine disobedience, made her body shiver all over and her nipples snap to attention.

„Upstairs. Now." He said, and she had to suppress the urge to salute. „I want to see you in my bedroom in five minutes. You have permission to dry yourself and wrap a towel around. You do not have permission to get dressed."

He didn't even wait for her to acknowledge the order, but turned around and reached for a towel himself – absolutely certain he would be obeyed. Just before his face turned away, Rina caught a warm, slightly sarcastic smile on it. She grabbed a towel left by the fleeing girl, dried herself hurriedly and ran to grab the dressing gown...