*This story takes place during the events of "Hero", after Drizzt attacked Catti Brie and went to the Monastery of Yellow Roses. This timing also puts the story after the events of "Maestro", including Gromph's attempted seduction of Catti Brie.*

Chapter 1: A Series of Unfortunately Pleasurable Events

It was late in the afternoon when Catti Brie—sequestered in her room after a long day's work at the Hosttower—noticed a small, folded piece of paper slide in from underneath her door. She promptly picked up and opened the unexpected message, becoming even more surprised to find it was a letter from Gromph Baenre.

After casting some minor divination spells to be sure of the note's origin and purpose, Catti Brie read through the note several more times. The letter appeared to be an invitation from Gromph to have dinner with him later that very evening—supposedly a kind of "peace offering", though Catti Brie did not believe it for a moment.

Ever since Catti Brie had caught Gromph in his attempts to invade her mind, she had grown to despise the arrogant wizard even more than she had since before they started working together. He hadn't tried any similar tricks since their last confrontation, and he did not ever directly oppose her in any of her attempted progress at restoring the Hosttower; however, she knew he was still consorting with some of the other mages behind her back, attempting to secure a powerful position for himself once the tower was fully restored.

Just thinking of the mage and his machinations made Catti Brie mad. She truly hated the man and all of the vile plots lurking behind those handsome features. His apparent need for such harmful intrigue was the antithesis to everything Catti Brie was raised to believe in, making him an absolute nightmare to work with. Even still, that wasn't the worst of it.

Catti Brie knew the truth was that those weren't the only feelings she had for him. Despite everything she hated about him, Catti Brie couldn't help but admit to herself that some part of her—some tiny, absolutely absurd part of her—was very sexually attracted to Gromph. The wizard's mental intrusions had certainly magnified her own feelings for a short period of time, but even several tendays past the incident, Catti Brie found herself harboring in the back of her mind a lingering lust for the former archmage.

This dinner was almost certainly a trap of some sort, and the logical part of Catti Brie's mind told her to refuse the invitation; however, that smoldering ember flickering within her desired the challenge. She knew from past experience that her wards could hold up against Gromph's magic, so perhaps it was time to remind the former archmage how powerful she truly was.

—

Several hours later—washed, dressed, and warded—Catti Brie found herself dining with Gromph Baenre in his personal chambers. Spells, mind magic, poison—she was ready for anything the devious drow could throw at her.

These dangers, however, never came. To her astonishment, Gromph was courteous throughout the entire meal and never made the slightest attempt to ensorcel her, through magical means or otherwise. He was a perfect gentleman—so perfect that Catti Brie suspected he was acting in such a manner specifically to piss her off.

And it was working.

She had no actual proof of her suspicions, but Catti Brie could have sworn she saw some sort of subtle, amused glint in Gromph's amber eyes—some flicker of his recognition of how his behavior infuriated her. By the end of the meal, this glint was joined by a wry, knowing smile.

"Well, I hope you found the dinner to your liking—" Gromph started to say as he stood up.

"Oh, shut yer mouth!" Catti Brie interrupted, momentarily switching to her dwarvish brogue. "What game are ye playing at?"

"Why, I have absolutely no idea what you mean," he insisted as he made his way around the table. Even now, there was a subtle grace to the elf's movements that most humans would find mesmerizing.

"Oh, sure ye don't!" she echoed, rising to meet him. "Ye've just decided to go actin' all nice and proper out o' the goodness of yer heart, then?"

"Is that so difficult to believe?" he replied, clearly quite bemused at her brazenness.

The two casters were face-to-face now, the drow's handsome features mere inches from Catti Brie's own. As she stared into his deep amber eyes, she found her rage building beyond anything she had ever expected. Part of her wanted to punch him, but another part of her just as desperately wanted to bed him—and the disparity between these desires only made her emotions burn even more furiously.

"I . . . I . . ." Catti Brie stammered, her words failing her. She realized now that her breathing had become heavier without her even noticing, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Her combined hatred and lust coursed through her so strongly that she felt as if she would burst at any moment.

"You what?" Gromph whispered tauntingly, leaning just a little closer.

In that moment, there was silence—and in the next moment, Catti Brie closed the distance and captured Gromph in a heated embrace. She pulled the elf's body tightly against her own, burying a hand in his long hair as her mouth pushed against his in a passionate kiss. For several seconds, the two stood entangled there as their tongues battled for dominance. What Catti Brie had in passion Gromph matched in clever dexterity, his tongue soon gaining the advantage and causing her to unintentionally hum in approval.

When Catti Brie finally came up for air, all she could do was stare at Gromph in silent disbelief as she panted for breath. The wizard seemed equally shocked, though he certainly didn't appear to mind her sudden change in attitude.

"Don't. Say. A word." Catti Brie warned him. She felt as if her mind was clouded in a kind of lustful fog, but she knew her wards continued to shield her from Gromph's magic. Whatever was happening right now, it was all her.

Confronting that idea terrified Catti Brie, so instead—before she could give her mind a chance to think again—she pulled Gromph back in for a second kiss, this one even more furious than the last.

The next several minutes became a heated blur for Catti Brie, time seemingly losing all meaning as different sensations overtook her; Gromph's mouth on her neck; her fingers undoing the ties of his robe; her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted and carried her to the bed; the last caress of her silken dress against her skin before the garment was left discarded on the bedroom floor.

Before she knew it, both her and Gromph were naked and entangled among the furs on his bed—though not yet joined. With her back pressed to the mattress by the weight of Gromph's body, the wizard leaned in closely.

"I will consume you," Gromph promised in a low whisper.

"Try it," Catti Brie challenged him, her voice husky with desire.

The drow immediately went to work, planting kisses that burned along her neck as one of his hands moved to massage her breast. As Gromph's mouth gradually began to bite and suck her neck as much as it kissed, Catti Brie gripped his back and allowed him to continue. The noise escaping her could only be described as angry, breathy grunts, though they only thinly veiled her desire to moan.

Her sounds grew even louder as the drow lowered his mouth to her breast, continuing with the same treatment. Catti Brie gasped ever so softly as Gromph moved his free hand all the way up her thigh, settling its grip on her flank.

I still hate him, Catti Brie thought to herself as she tried to resist the increasing pleasure of Gromph's ministrations. I still hate him, I—

Her thoughts momentarily hitched as Gromph moved a hand to lightly caress her inner thigh. His mouth soon began to descend alongside it, his eyes locking with her's as his tongue reached her wet center.

A breathless gasp escaped Catti Brie as Gromph's mouth caused warmth to surge through her abdomen. Liquid fire rushed throughout her body with each stroke of the elf's tongue, a sexual sensation greater than anything she had ever known. Keeping one hand buried in his hair, the only other thing left for her to grab was the furs beneath her as Gromph continued. Try as she might, Catti Brie could not contain her moans any longer—the pleasure was simply too great.

Her noises soon became even more noticeable as Gromph's skilled tongue was joined by one of his slender hands. In a matter of minutes, Catti Brie's body was violently trembling under the intense pleasure inflicted by the arrogant elf. Her hatred toward the man seemed to only push her growing ecstasy towards its peak even faster—a fact she found both infuriating and riveting.

Her moans soon became furious shouts of lust as her hips began to move seemingly of their own accord. Catti Brie could practically feel Gromph grinning against her as he drove her to an explosive climax. The last regular sensation Catti Brie felt was her toes curling as her orgasm overtook her; then, all there was was a wave of warmth washing not over her, but through her. The momentous, sexual rapture flooded every fiber of her being, sending her consciousness soaring on a high built on sheer pleasure.

Catti Brie could tell from the stress she felt in her throat that she was screaming, but she was unable to concentrate on that as her mind floated for what felt like an eternity. Gradually she began to come back down to earth, her eyes still closed as she panted in an attempt to steady her breath. Tension seemed to completely leave her body as she laid motionless amongst the furs, staying there for a few more minutes—until, that is, she heard Gromph chuckling before her.

"My, my, my," Gromph laughed softly. "Well you certainly enjoyed yourself, now didn't you? I knew my skills in the bedroom would vastly outstrip your's, but really Catti Brie, I never expected you to be so . . . submissive."

Catti Brie blushed profusely as she opened her eyes to see a fully-naked Gromph kneeling above her. With her legs spread out, she had a clear view of the man's erect member—a sight she found surprisingly arousing, even in the midst of her humiliation. She had let Gromph take control of the situation virtually uncontested, allowing him to momentarily dominate her.

"I suppose the pleasure was simply too much for you," Gromph continued, an amused expression on his face. "Although I shouldn't be too surprised—after all, I am so much more experienced than you! You, a human that hasn't known more than, what, two other lovers before? No wonder you were so easily overwhelmed!"

Catti Brie's embarrassment quickly turned into frustration as she considered the wizard's boasting, so she decided to surprise him. Moving faster than Gromph could react, Catti Brie adeptly flipped the elf onto his back and straddled his waist, pinning both of his hands to the bed.

"I'll show ye who's 'easily overwhelmed,'" Catti Brie snarled determinedly. "Let's see how well ye hold yerself together when yer the one on the bottom."

Without any hesitation, Catti Brie's mouth began scouring the side of Gromph's neck as she reached down to firmly grasp him in her hand. His member felt warm and hard to her touch as she slowly began to pump it. Gromph quietly groaned in pleasure at the motion, though he seemed to resist the urge to move his hips into her touch. After just a few more moments, she could tell he was ready.

I'll show him who's easily overwhelmed, she thought to herself, her anger from Gromph's taunting drowning out whatever inner voice of reason would have normally questioned what she was about do.

Sitting up and making direct eye-contact with the wizard beneath her, Catti Brie brazenly—and eagerly—lowered herself onto Gromph's hard, pulsating member.

—

Gromph's POV

Although Gromph chose to put up a front of faltering concentration as Catti Brie rode him, inwardly he felt only smug satisfaction. This arranged dinner had merely been another attempt to get on the priestess's nerves—he would have never expected this end result. Still, once Catti Brie had thrown herself at him, Gromph had chosen to try and get as much out of this unlikely encounter as he could. As the wizard had predicted, she had easily fallen for his taunts, and now she believed she was somehow getting back at him by bedding him.

Too easy, Gromph thought to himself. It would almost be disappointing—that is, if it weren't so incredibly satisfying.

Catti Brie was clearly determined to prove her prowess to him, and Gromph gladly laid back and allowed the beautiful young woman to take control—for the time being, anyways. Her auburn hair quickly became a disheveled mess covering her face as she furiously thrashed atop him. Both of her hands tightly gripped his chest—which would surly leave a mark—to grant her balance as she skillfully rode him, the loud creaking of his bed momentarily drowning out the noise of her lustful grunts.

Gromph had always assumed he would be on top of Catti Brie in such an amorous encounter, but he found he rather enjoyed this different view as well. It was true that part of him hungered to truly overtake Catti Brie—something he would see to soon enough—but he found her sudden brazen attitude appealing. There was something wonderfully arousing about seeing this beautiful, young, virtuous woman throw herself upon him with such enthusiasm. Despite all of Catti Brie's personal morals, her marriage, and prior denial of her attraction towards him, here she was—frantically riding atop him, of her own volition, in a lustful heat that would impress a whore.

Oh how the mighty have fallen, Gromph thought as he considered how to continue. Now, let's see how you enjoy this.

—

Catti Brie's POV

No coherent thoughts were present in Catti Brie's mind as she continued to grind her hips into Gromph's—only vivid, heated sensations. Anger and lust clouded her mind as she rocked against the wizard's firm arousal, each roll of her hips sending a surge of delightful warmth surging through her. Some distant part of her realized just how absurd and terrible her current course of action was, but somehow that didn't seem to matter to her—she was wholly and utterly lost in the aggravating ecstasy of her actions.

Catti Brie had to repeatedly remind herself that she was only bedding Gromph out of spite and personal pride; however, every minute or so she found herself losing focus on that goal as pleasure coursed through her. Despite her hatred towards the man, Catti Brie could not wholly deny that she was actually enjoying herself.

No, no, no! Catti Brie thought as she tried to regain focus. I hate him, I hate him, I—

Her line of thought was suddenly disrupted as Gromph's dexterous fingers reached towards her wet center, skillfully caressing and massaging her outer folds. The added stimulation caught Catti Brie off guard, and as this new sensation built upon her growing pleasure even further, she struggled keep her original goal in mind.

Oh dear gods, Catti Brie swore to herself. It's so good. No—I hate him, I hate him, I hate—

Her concentration was once again shattered, this time by a new, continuous vibration humming through Gromph's fingers and into her center—no doubt some kind of cantrip the wizard devised. As the man's vibrating fingers began to further rub her most sensitive areas, her stimulation skyrocketed, immediately drawing a loud and surprised moan from her lips. Even the speed of Catti Brie's hips began to slow down as her body attempted to process the sheer amount of pleasure assaulting her senses. As she slowed and readjusted, she realized her body was actually beginning to tremble under the ecstasy it struggled to control.

What finally brought her mind back to reality was the sound of a low, rumbling laughter echoing in Gromph's chest—a sign of his amusement at her struggle, no doubt. Catti Brie's embarrassment and frustration suddenly renewed themselves to greater heights, granting her the inner strength she required to pick up her speed once more.

The deliberate, skilled motions of Catti Brie's hips upon Gromph gradually became faster and faster, until she could finally tell that the end was within sight. Both lovers were clearly exerting themselves now as passionate noises escaped them, joined by the bed's creaking and the smack of flesh on flesh. As Catti Brie finally reached completion, she felt what she could only describe as a current of sexual electricity run through her, sending her over the edge into erotic bliss.

A carnal scream burst from her as the wizard soon followed her into orgasm, his rod pulsing within her. Catti Brie could feel euphoria rush through every inch of her body as she rode out her orgasm, her hips tightly straddling Gromph beneath her. As her toes curled and uncurled in pleasure, her scream gradually died down to a low, throaty moan of satisfaction.

In a few more moments, a breathless Catti Brie finally shifted off of Gromph and let her back hit the mattress. All the strength in her sweat-lathered body seemed to temporarily become replaced with a glowing contentment as she closed her eyes and panted for breath. It had been well over a month since the last time she had been pleasured in such a way, and in the aftermath of her orgasm Catti Brie found a long-awaited sense of relief—even if that relief had to come from Gromph.

Catti Brie couldn't be sure quite how long she had lingered in her bliss, but soon enough, she felt the weight of Gromph's body lightly press atop her as he moved to whisper in her ear.

"Well I can see you've already quite enjoyed yourself," Gromph whispered teasingly. "But I wonder how much more you would like it without as many . . . distractions."

Magical darkness immediately surrounded the entire bed, completely blocking Catti Brie's vision. Before she could even react, she felt Gromph's hand reach to massage her breast as his mouth lowered to lightly kiss and chew at her ear, earning a gasp from her. His thigh settled firmly between her legs, its pressure quickly rekindling her need for friction as the elf continued his ministrations.

Without her sight to distract her, Catti Brie had little choice other than to let her attention hone in all of the terribly delightful sensations Gromph was showering her body with. Every sweet spot he had touched upon earlier seemed to feel even more sensitive now, causing her to repeatedly gasp and moan in wonderful surprise. As time seemed to melt away once more, it didn't seem to be long before the wizard had once again worked his way down her body.

Catti Brie offered no resistance as Gromph gently parted her legs once more, nor did she protest as he lowered his mouth to her wet center. Despite how much she despised the man, she couldn't help but moan as he skillfully began to build her orgasm, even more so as he began to also use his magically-enhanced fingers. She had no way to distract herself as forbidden pleasure raced through her with each of his strokes, and her hips soon started to grudgingly move in time with his motions.

It wasn't long before Catti Brie began to feel her body threatening to loose control yet again, her wavering stubbornness no match for her surprisingly skilled lover. The volume of her whines of pleasure rose as Gromph's mouth and fingers finally pushed her over the edge into bliss once again, the sounds culminating in a long, high-pitched mewl of ecstasy.

Catti Brie let her body lay limp among the sheets for a moment as she found herself caught up in the aftermath of her third orgasm that night. Her mind swimming in a wonderful haze, she gradually began to shift around atop the bed, stretching and moving to lay on her front as she basked in her sex-induced satisfaction.

Her silent reverie was suddenly interrupted as she felt Gromph pull her up by the hips, forcing her to a kneeling position on the bed. The darkness now dispelled, Catti Brie could see the elf settling himself behind and up against her. His member had hardened once more, and the feeling of it pulsing against her sent a slight shiver through her.

"I hope I haven't completely exhausted you already," Gromph taunted. "I worried that a human woman might not have the stamina to match mine—is this the case?"

"Not . . . even . . . close," Catti Brie panted defiantly in response. In reality, it had been quite a while since the last time she had been so frequently "taxed" in such a manner, and she was starting to run out of energy; however, she wouldn't dream of showing any weakness in front of the arrogant elf.

"Very good. Let's waste no time, then, shall well?"

As she was held kneeling and bent over, Catti Brie felt Gromph's firm manhood enter her from behind. She hardly had enough time to register her feeling of surprise before she became preoccupied with the sensation of the wizard repeatedly thrusting into her, his speed slowly increasing. As he settled into a rhythm, Gromph once more lowered his magically-enhanced fingers to caress her center.

Oh gods, it feels so damned good, she thought. What do I do? I can't just stay here and let him ride me like some . . . some whore. Can I?

Pleasure and shame battled within Catti Brie's mind as Gromph continued to plough her. Different sounds similarly fought one another as flesh smacked flesh and pleased noises began to reluctantly escape her mouth.

"Say that I win," Gromph commanded her, his voice laced with exertion has his thrusts relentlessly continued.

"What? Never!"

Catti Brie's momentary defiance was quickly countered as Gromph smacked her rear with his free hand, earning a surprised—but not displeased—yelp from her.

"Let's try that again. Say that I win."

"Y-you win," Catti Brie muttered grudgingly.

"What was that?" Gromph asked, smacking her behind once more. "I couldn't hear you!"

"You win, Gromph!" Catti Brie shouted, totally embarrassed. "You win! You beat me!"

"Good. Now say that I own you."

"N-no way. I am not saying—"

Catti Brie was smacked three more times in quick succession as she was ridden by Gromph, pulling another pleasantly-surprised yelp from her.

Gods, I hate him! she thought in frustration—though she could not deny that some sick part of her greatly enjoyed feeling Gromph in such a commanding position.

"Fine, fine!" she yelled in grudging obedience. "You own me, Gromph! You win and you own me!"

"Excellent, now just one more." Gromph leaned forward slightly. "Say that you're my bitch."

For a moment, Catti Brie almost refused the command again outright; however, she remembered what her previous resistance had been rewarded with, and she could tell she was so close to reaching completion yet again.

It doesn't really mean anything, Catti Brie silently insisted to herself. The words don't really mean anything, just like the sex doesn't really mean anything. In fact, this is probably all some demented nightmare and I'll just wake up when it's over . . . hopefully.

"I'm . . . I'm your bitch," Catti Brie conceded in utter humiliation, her face burning in combined embarrassment and sexual heat.

"Surely you can do better than that," Gromph said, lifting his hand once again.

"I'm your bitch, Gromph!" Catti Brie shouted. "You win! I'm your bitch and you own me!"

"Beg."

"Please, Gromph, please! You win! Please don't stop!" Catti Brie whined, genuine desperation creeping into her voice.

"Keep talking!" Gromph ordered, his grunts growing louder and louder as they both neared release.

"Please . . . don't stop! Gromph, please! I'm y-your bitch, Gromph! You own me! P-please . . . please—"

A pause briefly hung in the air, soon followed by the wave of their collective orgasm overtaking them. As Gromph rode her into long-awaited release, Catti Brie let out what could only be described as a long, mortified squeal—mortified that such a degrading act with such a revolting person could bring her such unimaginable pleasure.

Her voice—though she hardly recognized it—continued to shriek as Gromph released within her and she released upon the sheets. Catti Brie's toes curled as Gromph slapped her rear one final time and let out a brief shout of triumph. As he let her go, she allowed herself to collapse to the mattress with a dull thud.

The almost-unbearably ecstatic rush of Catti Brie's orgasm gradually lessened to a feeling of sore, breathless contentment. Her body lightly quivered, finally overwhelmed with the fatigue of the debauchery committed that night. The sense of strange contentment followed Catti Brie as she soon closed her eyes and drifted off to slumber.