14 - Decadence

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual scenes, read at your own discretion.

Capital City Inn, having taken its name from the metropolis within which it stood, was one of the busiest establishments of its kind.

It had provided many out-of-town traders with very satisfied full bellies and a good night's sleep. Influential officials, faction leaders, even some notable dignitaries had spent many an eve under the roof of the popular inn.

It was a spacious establishment yet it boasted a homely ambience with excellent service and sometimes lively entertainment.

To the back of the enormous dining area were booths. The wooden bases were stained and polished, boasting a rich, warm glow, enhancing the grain and was upholstered in a patterned red and black fabric. The tables were plain but in keeping the booths, again polished to a high sheen.

The forefront of the inn was furnished in a manner which offered diners ample room whether their dining party be large or small. Each table had a small bouquet in its centre, its sweet fragrance more often than not smothered by the culinary delights wafting through from the kitchen.

A large extensively stocked bar stood to the left of the entrance. It had a regular clientele who liked to prop it up. There was always chatter and periodic raucous laughter coming from its direction although the bartender was good at keeping noise to a minimum when diners frequented during the day.

When the three rogues stepped over the threshold, heads turned in their direction. Mostly it was a reactive awareness that someone had entered the premises while others seemed expectant as if waiting for guests to arrive.

None, however, addressed the new punters with any scorn; which was something the half-elf realised he had been expecting. Inwardly chastising himself for having allowed old prejudices to constantly prep him like a tightly wound spring, he moved towards the bar; Don and Reed following close behind.

The bartender knew who he was and greeted him with a smile. "Afternoon, Sauren. How be you this fine day?"

Sauren inclined his head. "I am well thank you, Nicholas, I am also hungry." He paused, holding the bartender's gaze. "And thirsty," he added quietly.

Nicholas finished wiping a glass and grinned. "You know I shouldn't," he whispered.

Sauren grinned. "I know. It hasn't stopped you before though."

"Aye," Nicholas said leaning across the bar so the half-elf was the only one to hear. "Your father was not best pleased with me that day."

The platinum-haired young man placed his hand to the side of his mouth ensuring no-one else heard his response either. "Well, my father is off on one of his missions so - I won't tell if you don't."

Nicholas smirked. "Okay lad. What's your poison for today?"

Sauren's lips split into a smug grin. "Well, I am hoping for some very pleasant company later so perhaps wine would be in order?"

Nicholas busied himself putting three glasses on the bar and a bottle of Dalaran Red. "I shall bring more, should your guests arrive," Nicholas whispered with a wink.

"Thank you," Sauren said picking up the bottle and the glasses by their stems.

"Oh!" Nicholas said with a grin. "I think this is for you, too." From his inside pocket, he removed a letter bearing a wax seal and waved it under Sauren's nose.

The half-elf grinned and closed his teeth over the corner of the letter with a grunt. Nicholas laughed. "Let me know how many more glasses you will need, lad. Now go sit in one of the booths and we will come get your order."

Sauren nodded and led the way.

The sound of cutlery on plates, glasses clinking, tankards banging on the wooden surfaces and the odd unfortunate loud slurp and burp from some of the diners did battle with the various conversations going on at the tables and bar. The eatery was quite busy already and no doubt more would descend before too long.

On reaching a booth, Don took over the pouring of the wine while Sauren unfolded the letter. His two sidekicks waited with bated breath to have the contents of the communiqué revealed.

Sauren's brow furrowed. The young men groaned, deflated. His eyebrows cocked. They sat up, hopeful. He emitted a non-descript "Hmm." They slumped once more.

Quietly, he folded the letter and placed it on the table. Lifting his glass he watched his two friends over the rim as he sipped, long and slow. Their faces boomeranged between every possible expression of sexually fuelled anticipation to complete and utter despondency.

He could maintain his inscrutable elucidation no more. His teeth made a dull clink on the glass and he had to draw it from his lips. He took a deep breath, gently placing his wine on the table. Slender fingers then played with the corner of the letter. He sighed deeply and met the two pairs of expectant eyes. "Well," he said in a measured, husky tone. "I'm afraid my two lovelies, who you previously met, feel that it would most inappropriate..."

Don's face was stuck in limbo while Reed's head thumped down on his folded forearms. Sauren sighed again and picked up his drink once more. He swilled the contents around the glass letting it coat it in the deep, plum red of the wine.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Yes, I'm afraid they have decided that for the two of them to see to all our - needs, it would be bordering on unfair and even greedy of them..." His eyes drifted out over the diners as if checking to see if their conversation was being listened to.

Reed's head snapped up. "We wouldn't!" He said hurriedly.

Sauren stretched his other arm along the back of the booth and turned back to his companions. He held their gaze for a few highly charged moments. Then he continued. "So, they will be inviting some friends." He grinned as he watched the two faces in front of him light up. "Four of them, to be precise," he finished with a smile.

"What?" Don wheezed. "Two each?"

Sauren laughed. "Indeed." He sipped more wine.

"They're coming here?" Reed asked.

"No," Sauren laughed a little again. "That would be a breach of etiquette. We will dine, then make our way to the Keep."

Don almost knocked his wine over. "Seriously? We are being invited to the Royal residence?"

Sauren grinned. "Hmm. We will not be walking in the front door, gentlemen. There is a secret entrance where Leola will meet us."

They all looked to the front as a young woman approached with a notepad and pencil, three menus tucked under her arm. She looked shyly at the three smartly dressed men as she handed them the lists of culinary delights on offer. "Shall I give you time to decide, gentlemen?" she said in almost a whisper. Her eyes rested on Sauren. Her cheeks flushed.

The mahogany eyes darkened as he looked at her, scrutinising every inch of her waif-like figure. His lips spread into a slow smile. "It's quite alright," he said, his voice taking on the husky tone he seemed to have adopted since his injury on the battlefield. "I know what I want."

The girl's face flared even brighter; the suppressed laughter from the other two young men beside him adding to her discomfort.

Sauren's smile widened an act which was almost the undoing of the young girl. Nervously, she put pencil to paper. "Wh – what can I get you, Sir?" she choked.

He held her gaze for as long as she could bear before her eyes dropped to the pad in her hand. "I will have the steak," he said. "Medium, with all the trimmings, please."

A squeak was all she could muster as she scribbled down his order. She then looked at the other two for their choices. Reed ordered the same and Don settled for fish. The girl collected the menus then hurried away to the kitchen.

Don smirked. "How do you do that? Medium with all the trimmings, please! She was literally drooling over you for talking about steak!"

The half-elf sipped more wine as he studied his friend over the rim of the glass. He ran the tip of his tongue along the crease of his mouth and grinned. "I have no idea," he replied. "Perhaps it is just mere juvenile infatuation or something." He glanced around the dining room again - he was well aware some girls found him attractive, he was not oblivious, but neither did he boast about it. He looked back at his friends.

"Well, I can't say those two gorgeous women we saw in your bed could be called juvenile!" Reed laughed.

Sauren's perfect teeth flashed. "No, that's true."

Don pointed ahead, drawing Sauren's attention. Nicholas meandered over to their table with another bottle of wine in hand and two more glasses. "I assume your special company will be joining you soon?" he enquired.

The half-elf tucked the letter into his inside pocket. "I'm afraid they are running a little late so we will be meeting them elsewhere, Nicholas."

"Ah. Fine lad, no problem." The bartender nodded and turned to leave.

"Excuse me!" Sauren called after him.

He faced the young man again. His eyebrows, bushy and black climbed up his forehead in a mono-brow and the thick moustache twitched mirthfully. "Yes, Sauren?"

"It is a shame to bring that bottle all the way over, just to carry it back again."

"Now lad..." Nicholas shook a reprimanding finger at him, but not without a smirk causing his facial hair to spread wider.

"I am sure your excellent cuisine will, after all, soak it up, as it were."

Nicholas scratched his bald pate with his forefinger, careful not to bash the glasses against his skull. "You always were a silver-tongued devil lad, even as a nipper."

Sauren grinned as the bartender put the bottle on the table. "Enjoy, gentlemen." Nicholas turned and left them in peace.

After a few moments, Reed asked about the tailor. Don's eyes narrowed and he nudged the appointed left-hand man. "Let's not discuss this today!" he reprimanded.

"It's quite alright, Don," Sauren reassured. "He has to be informed about the List and where better to start than after our encounter today?"

He reached over and replenished their glasses before relating an incident Benjamin Morley had been responsible for.

Trying to integrate him into mainstream education had been the first hard lesson Sauren experienced about the hatred afforded a half-elf/human boy. To a child, it seemed the general consensus of the city's population enjoyed subjecting him to various forms of bullying, name-calling, cruel pranks and never-ending mockery.

Appearing home, sometimes very late due to running away from a group of vile schoolmates, he was then exposed to more humiliation as servants from home were assigned to drop him off and collect him from school. The torment continued and as such he often ducked out one of the rear windows to escape the promised beating he had been advised of earlier in the day.

The teachers didn't seem to care much either, paying little if any heed to the missiles thrown in the boy's direction during the play-times or indeed, sometimes in class.

Mrs Dalton, head housekeeper, had tried very hard to ensure Sa'themar did not hear of the trouble Sauren was having, although he knew the old witch was convinced he was the cause of the said trouble. He was also positive she enjoyed the fact he was constantly terrorised; maybe even hoped some permanent injury would render him a babbling idiot or better still, dead.

That in itself made him build walls of protection around his then small and skinny frame. Impenetrable barriers where his feelings could no longer be damaged or dented. Within his prefabricated shelter, he processed, plotted and planned. Sadness turned to apathy, the chasm he swam within became his sanctuary, his thinking place, his little den of devious thoughts. And his pain became the building blocks on which he devised methods of payback – albeit in the distant future.

Finally, he realised his body, clothes and belongings could take any amount of beating, but emotionally he could hold it all in.

Until that fateful day when Benjamin Morley made him cry as if there was no tomorrow.

At ten years of age, Sauren had become the proud owner of his first horse - a beautiful dark bay colt called Shadow. By then, he had learned to appreciate the beasts for the truly magnificent creatures they were all thanks to Jonas Marlowe, his riding instructor.

In hindsight, the half-elf now understood his attachment to Shadow. He had been intolerably lonely. Once his father had learned of the treatment he'd received from some of the school-children he arranged to have him home-schooled. But, it had not made anything better. It only isolated the boy more. Except for a young servant girl named Brigitte, who somehow managed to make him smile. It was she who coaxed him to study hard and become an all-powerful leader of - well of something, one day. She had made reading fun and exciting. Learning was his new challenge, his passion.

But a few short years after, Brigitte vanished and he never saw her again. He had a vague recollection of some incident or other, but it was foggy, hidden, obscure.

Shadow, however, was the one thing which seemed to make him surface from his well of doom. He took enormous pride in making sure he had the best of the best for his horse. At that point, he had also befriended Don and it was his father who shod the horse and checked all the tack, explaining everything to Sauren in detail, showing him how to look after everything properly.

Having just had Shadow's new shoes fitted, Sauren had swung up into the saddle, proud, like a peacock, patting the horse's neck and talking calmly to the beast.

He hadn't noticed Benjamin with his gaggle of siblings standing huddled in the narrow alley between Mr Stanton's forge and the adjoining stables. The family had plagued him when he had been at school but he had hoped their brutality was a thing of the past. Alas, that day, he found out it was not.

He steered Shadow out from under the overhang of the forge and was waving farewell to Don and his father. They disappeared inside the workshop and through to their house at the back of the premises.

It was only a short ride home from there, but Sauren did so enjoy prancing through the backstreets. Oddly, he seldom met any harm there.

Then he felt it. Something hard and sharp hit his cheek. Instinctively, he gripped the reins as something then bounced off the colt's neck causing Shadow to rear. Another sharp object flew past his eyes.

Turning he saw the Morleys, Benjamin, the eldest brother heading the little troupe of troublemakers. They had catapults and continued firing their missiles at the platinum-haired boy and his horse.

More hit Shadow and the horse whinnied loudly, panicked by the barrage of sharp stones. Sauren tried to calm his steed enough to steer him from the courtyard and gallop out but more stones were fired their way. He felt wetness on his cheek and raised his hand; he found blood smearing his fingers.

The brood charged forward, still with weapons in hand and Shadow's eyes started to roll. The group were backing them into the forge. Sauren tugged at the reins trying desperately to steer his horse from the dangers which lay within, but their attackers pressed forward.

Shadow reared again knocking away one of the corner supports of the thatched overhang which stretched out over the courtyard. The roofing started to tumble covering the boy and his horse. Shadow's panic reached a peak and his feet lost their grip. Before Sauren knew what was happening he was falling backwards, the colt going with him.

"Sauren!" Mr Stanton came running at the ruckus just in time to see the boy and his horse taking the fateful tumble. "Jump, boy!" The 'smith yelled.

With split seconds to spare, the half-elf launched himself from the saddle. He hit the cobbles hard as Shadow let out a heart-wrenching scream. The boy pushed himself up to see what had happened. Shadow had landed badly between a rack of iron rods and one of the anvils; its right foreleg was bent at an impossible angle. The horse was in extreme pain.

Mr Stanton rushed over to check that Sauren was alright but the boy pushed him away asking that he help Shadow instead. The blacksmith looked at the horse and slowly shook his head.

"No!" Sauren yelled, tears spilling. He gripped Mr Stanton's shirt, begging him. "Help him!"

"It's no good lad. He fell bad. His leg's broke and he's impaled on one of them rods."

"No!"

Mr Stanton signalled behind him. At first, Sauren didn't understand until he saw the 'smith's fingers curl around a long rifle.

As Mr Stanton moved away to carry out the necessary deed, Don looked at Sauren. With his head bowed, the regret etched on his face almost matched the pain in Sauren's eyes. He had to look away, he could not bear that his friend was about to lose the one thing he idolised and treasured above all.

Sauren jumped as the loud crack of the gun resounded around the forge. A heavy silence then fell over the courtyard. Except for the snickering on the far side near the alley where Benjamin Morley and his vile siblings stood pointing and pulling mocking, sorrowful faces.

For all the half-elf was near blinded by tears, his chest burning from the crushing heartbreak at the loss of his colt, he still made out the bullwhip hanging from a hook on the remaining support.

A rush of adrenaline made him push himself up and run forward. Stretching out his hand as he ran past the wooden support, his slender fingers snatched the leather whip from its hook. He charged full pelt at the Morleys, unravelling the long leather whip as he advanced.

Surprise replaced their laughter as the half-elf sped towards them circling the whip above his head. He managed to lash out once, the leather stripping moss and weeds from between the stones of the building the family cowered beside.

The Morleys turned and high-tailed it just before Mr Stanton wrapped his huge arms around Sauren, stopping him from his pursuit of the cruel boys. Struggling against the grip of the burly man the half-elf finally gave in and he folded with grief.

Mr Stanton picked Sauren up and carried him back to his house. He sent Don to the Nightflame residence to fetch Sauren's father or one of the servant's if Sa'themar was unavailable.

Sauren sipped from his wineglass then skewered a piece of steak on his fork and lifted it to his lips. His eyes scanned his friends' plates. Their food was barely touched, Don had not even made a start . "Eat!" he said waving his fork at them.

They dutifully started to cut up their food. Not a word was uttered.

Sauren guffawed, although there was a mixture of bitterness and sorrow in the sound. "Goodness Don, you were there! Why so surprised looking?"

His friend swallowed some fish and licked his lips before answering. "It's just hearing it from you makes it all so – real again. As if it happened only yesterday."

The half-elf grunted. "I still feel sad about it," he said, dabbing his mouth with his napkin. "But today, having seen Benjamin again, my anger has once more been fuelled."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Sauren. That must have been awful to witness." Reed uttered, staring blankly at his plate.

The half-elf eyed his left-hand man. He was starting to warm to him, even though he still had a fair way to go until he was exactly how Sauren expected him to be.

"Thank you. However, gentlemen, we have a meeting to attend, a most pleasurable one I have no doubt, so I suggest you eat up and sup up so we can get moving."

Silence prevailed once more, punctuated only by silver cutlery on china plates and the odd slurp of wine.

On the northern side of the city boundary, a wall covered in ivy shielded the Keep from the shores of Lordamere Lake. It was here where a cloaked figure awaited the arrival of three young men. Leola glided towards the half-elf and without hesitation reached up and kissed him.

Don and Reed grinned at each other, thinking of who awaited them in this secret location.

"I heard you were taken ill," Leola said to Sauren. "We were worried."

Tracing her lips with his thumb, Sauren smiled warmly at the voluptuous blonde. "No need," he replied in his husky voice. "I am all the better for seeing you, Leola."

"You say the sweetest things," she trilled. "Follow me and please, keep quiet all of you." She grabbed Sauren's hand and led the way through an ivy-covered door.

They entered well-landscaped grounds with stone statues and vibrant flora abound. Leola halted as she indicated some guards off to the right and also some stationed through the arches near the main entrance.

She steered the half-elf and his comrades through another concealed doorway. They moved through a deserted chamber. Its floor was tiled in the dark blue and silver of Lordaeron's insignia. Pillars of beautifully smoothed stone stood sentinel around its perimeter, the Menethil coat of arms resplendent in a banner stretched across the diameter which wafted softly in the draught caused by their opening the secret door.

Leola tugged Sauren's hand and turned sharply to the left. There she stopped in front of a large tapestry. Releasing the half-elf's hand she reached behind the thick wall covering. The sound of a click announced yet another secret entrance. Taking Sauren's hand once more she pulled him in behind the tapestry. "Push it closed please," she whispered to Reed who was at the rear of the group. He nodded and closed it behind him.

An old spiral staircase led into the bowels of the royal residence. Keeping hold of Sauren's hand and with the two young rogues behind them, Leola led the way collecting a flaming torch to light their path. The torchlight rippled along the walls rising just above them and beyond before vanishing back into darkness keeping the four individuals in a cocoon of golden light. Loud drips hitting some water source deeper in the caverns echoed up through the stairwell.

"I'm not sure I like this," Don whispered nervously, the acoustics of the old passages picking up his voice and making it drift unintelligibly around the ancient stone.

Sauren's low, husky laugh was all that answered it.

They turned right through an old arch and along another passage. Periodic torches fixed to the walls offered brighter illumination. They hissed and crackled as the group passed by, the flames just taking the edge off the cool air.

The passage opened up to a large chamber in the centre of which was a pool. The colour of the natural stone beneath the water gave the pool a jade hue which reflected on the damp, craggy walls of the room. There was a wide walkway all the way around and another opening on the opposite side which led even further into the grotto. At intervals, free-standing candelabras were aflame bearing a dozen candles each. Three low tables sat abound with bowls of fruit, flasks of wine and three glasses each.

Leola pulled the half-elf around to the far side. Sauren smiled as he caught sight of the rich auburn hair belonging to his second playmate. Maya stepped through the natural archway, a diaphanous gown of gold and silver floated around her otherwise naked body. With her, four other courtesans, equally as beautiful although a little younger than Leola and Maya, came towards the three young men.

Leola reached up and whispered in Sauren's ear. He smiled and turning to his friends behind him, he indicated Don. She moved forward and linked arms with two of the women. Drawing to a halt in front of Don, she guided the courtesans forward. "Don," she smiled. "This is Calissa and Ellen. They are looking forward to serving you."

Even undercover of the jade and golden reflections of the chamber, Don noticeably flushed. He grinned awkwardly and managed a shy hello to the young women whose fingers were already exploring him.

Maya, meanwhile, introduced Reed to his female companions - Madelyn and Sasha. He wasted no time kissing his newfound friends.

The half-elf watched as the ladies led his friends to their respective tables. A well-manicured forefinger traced his jaw, turning his face to meet the green irises of the autumn beauty. Her eyes darkened as he held her gaze. Leola stood behind him her hands already wrapping around his waist.

"Do you think your friend will be as studious a pupil as you?" Maya breathed.

"Oh, I'm sure he will be," Sauren smirked. "Once he overcomes his shyness."

Leola reached up and slid the jacket from his shoulders, slowly easing it down his arms. She placed it carefully on a small stool near the table. A slight tug at his chest drew his attention back to Maya. She had started to unbutton his waistcoat. Once more he was drawn to her eyes and her coquettish smile teased him. "Perhaps we should give him a demonstration?" she purred.

Sliding his hand around the back of her neck he drew her to him, pressing their bodies close together. A small gasp escaped her pouting lips. "I think he will be pre-occupied. But, by all means, indulge me in your decadence."

"Oh, we intend to," she replied.

Leola moved in behind, moulding herself to his frame, her hands once more moving around his waist and venturing lower. He heard her moan as her hand brushed over his rigid member.

Hovering over Maya's lips he breathed slow, deep and heavy. His free hand clasped her buttock, fingers flexing on the soft flesh. "You are in danger of becoming my obsession," he divulged. He groaned as Leola's hand toyed with him. Inclining his head slightly to the side, he added, "Both of you."

His mouth found Maya's and she leaned into the kiss, her tongue enthusiastically duelling with his. Together, the women removed his waistcoat and shirt, trailing kisses over his skin as it became exposed.

Leola exchanged places with Maya. Sauren was no less hungry when the blonde's lips pressed against his. He grabbed her hair, winding it around his fist, pulling her in close. His other hand slipped between the folds of her cloak. His soft laughter at discovering she was completely naked underneath led to her giggling mischievously - her head-tilt almost coy. "You are beautiful," the half-elf whispered against her ear. His warm breath on her neck had her cooing.

An almost girlish yelp made them turn towards Don. The already naked young man was hard up against the wall with Calissa working her way down his torso, planting kisses on his skin. Ellen stood to his side guiding his hand over her breasts and nuzzling his ear. The lad looked about ready to explode.

Reed meanwhile had buried his hand between Madelyn's thighs while Sasha peeled off his trousers. He clearly needed no instruction although his eagerness was being kept in check with the odd playful smack to his hands.

Sauren turned his attention back to Maya and Leola. "You certainly know how to throw a party," he said.

"This is a one-off Sauren. If we are caught entertaining you down here, our heads will hit the bottom of a basket."

"Why?" He was taken aback at such news. "It is just a cavern with a pool."

Maya tugged at the ties of his britches, freeing him completely. "It is the Queen's pool though, meant to be only for her ...and her lovers."

"But, you were ordered to be with me."

"Yes," Leola responded. "But not here. The King does not know of this place and that is how the Queen wants it to remain."

Sauren looked at the women, stunned. "What has he to do with us? And how can he not know of this place? It is directly beneath his feet."

"Terenas is an old man. Do not get me wrong, he has ruled wisely and diligently over the decades but he has become complacent. Ruling for years from the safety of his throne he has established peace and brought prosperity for Lordaeron. But now, following the First War and still battling through the Second, he seems "lost", as the Queen puts it. She wants him to pick up arms and fight again, but he prefers negotiation. Long gone are the days he would wield a sword, now it is only his tongue and a quill with which he does battle. And he has no interest in what lies below his throne, only what spans the kingdom above."

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud gasp and grunting from Don's general direction. Sauren flexed an eyebrow but otherwise paid no heed. "I take it the Queen's lovers, therefore, are men of influence and power?"

Maya and Leola exchanged a look but did not comment. The half-elf did not pursue the subject. The women were clearly loyal to their Queen, even though they had admitted she would not hesitate to have them beheaded for nothing more than pleasuring young men in a location reserved for her own rendezvous'. He only needed to know one more thing. "I take it then, she is not in the Keep this day?"

Both women confirmed with a nod. His lips curved into a licentious smile. He brushed Leola's hair back off her shoulders, his slender fingers caressing her cheek before working on the clasp of her cloak. The garment fell from her body in a soft whoosh and pooled about her feet.

His eyes raked her body. She was divine. A fuller figure than her cohort, she was desirable beyond words. His physical response to her curvy figure twitched as Maya rid him of his boots and britches. Leola's hand reached out and wrapped her fingers around his length. He moaned.

"Ladies," he said, the slightest quiver in his voice betraying his craving. "I want you to sit at the edge of the pool in front of the table."

Sharing another smile they did as he bade and sat with their calves immersed in the water. They watched eagerly as he stepped slowly into the pool. His mouth twitched at the corners as he noted the appetency in their eyes when he turned to face them. Mahogany irises darkened further as he looked at each wanton woman in turn. Lust was indeed a powerful emotion. He leaned in and kissed both firmly on their mouths.

His fingers came up above the waterline and slowly he walked them up the women's thighs. Soft sighs ricocheted around the cavern their sound reverberating with the shimmer of jade and gold. His skin took on the cavern's hue though the golden candlelight reflected strongly in the fully dilated eyes. He progressed until he reached both shaven mounds where his fingers caressed and kneaded the flesh, worshipping the ecstasy which each promised within.

Leaning forward again, he brushed his lips over Maya's. She lifted a hand to comb through his platinum mane. "No," he whispered. "Do not touch - yet."

She giggled and her hand rested on the stone again. His lips travelled down her neck, along her collarbone and to her breasts. The autumn beauty let out a low moan as his tongue lapped and flicked over a nipple, teasing, before his lips closed over the pert bud. Maya's head lolled back as she indulged in the sensations he sent firing through her core. She shuddered and gasped loudly as his fingers ventured inside.

Leola quietly observed, her tongue running over the crease of her lips in anticipation. He caught her watching and a slow smile of promise adorned his mouth. Still working Maya, he shifted over and pressed down on the blonde's pouting lips. She pushed forward, her hunger causing goosebumps to dot her skin. As with Maya, his fingers explored her internally. "Lean back," he said.

She did as he asked, supporting herself on her elbows and forearms. He turned to Maya and withdrew his fingers from her. "Don't move." Her mouth opened a little as she watched him lick her essence from his fingers.

He reached to the table and lifted down the bowl of strawberries. He popped one in his mouth. As he bit into the sweet flesh, its juice trickled down from the corners of his lips. He beckoned Maya. Her mouth closed over his and they shared the fruit.

Leola moaned under his touch. He turned to her and picked up another strawberry. Her eyes turned almost eerily black with desire. He teased her, popping the fruit in his mouth, then pulling it out and repeating the act. A sound like a whimper came from her and in that instant, he crushed the strawberry in his hand and smeared the pulp down her soft belly to where his fingers still worked her. He picked up a handful of the fruits and again crushed them, letting their juices trickle over her breasts and sternum. He then rubbed the pulped fruit over her mound. She wriggled.

He crouched slightly and moved in. As his fingers released her, his tongue took command. She squirmed beneath him uttering a low and suppressed cry of delight and rapture. He lapped and sucked until all the strawberry residue was cleaned from her skin. Rising from the water he stood, watching the look of bliss on her face. His wet skin had a hypnotic glow to it as his chest heaved. A pulse throbbed at the base of his neck and just under his sternum, small thin streams of pool water tracing down over his abdomen.

A silent plea shaped her lips and he obliged. Grabbing her hips he pulled her towards him and claimed her. Her back arched as she accepted him, her throaty moan echoing around the poolside. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

Maya inched nearer. He turned fevered eyes to her and without losing rhythm he stretched towards her and they kissed. The auburn haired woman slid into the water moving slowly behind him. Her hands felt their way around his thighs and she kneaded his skin feeling his muscles flex from his thrusting. Her caresses kept travelling; over his buttocks and under, taking hold of his sac as he continued to pound into Leola. She squeezed him gently.

A guttural groan sounded deep in his throat and he withdrew from the blonde turning to meet Maya. She pressed him against the back of the pool and Leola's arms encircled him. She kissed and nibbled his neck as Maya positioned herself for the taking. A small ledge a foot below the water's surface afforded a seat and as the half-elf sat down, so Maya climbed aboard. She rocked her hips against his, causing the water to lap and splash up over his chest.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the woman who rode him. From somewhere across the pool he could hear his friends engaging in carnal pleasure and the gasps and sighs emitted from their female companions. Don's cry of "Praise the Gods!" would have been utterly hilarious had Sauren not been lost to the ways of the exceptional libertine who ground upon his own arousal.

Leola's hands continued to massage his pectorals, plucking his nipples with her long nails. She propelled herself a little over his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see the two women engaged in a deep kiss. He trembled. The sight fired his libido. His hips lifted to the meet Maya's grind.

The blonde, however, had not finished with him yet. She joined them in the water and Maya's cue to remove herself from the half-elf's endowment was served. Sauren's note of disappointment did not go unnoticed. It caused the two concubines to giggle among themselves.

The autumn-haired beauty slid in behind him, nudging him round and forward. Then Leola positioned herself between the two of them. The women engaged in another kiss but the voluptuous blonde clearly offered herself to the young rogue.

He didn't hesitate. He moved in behind and entered her. His thrusting this time hungrier, hotter, needier. He leaned over her and cupped her breasts as he pounded within, the peak of his cupidity almost upon him.

"Pleasure her," he breathed in Leola's ear. The blonde began to work on Maya, her fingers deftly bringing the woman to fruition. The three moved as one, their locomotion intensifying as they neared the plateau of release.

The women kissed again, Maya's moans lost in Leola's mouth. Sauren pushed back up, one hand firmly holding Leola's hip and the other gripping her shoulder as he quickened his pace.

Leola's voice hitched. Sauren felt her tighten around him and he knew she had peaked. He felt his own orgasm starting to build, Leola's shudder bringing him forth. Maya suddenly squealed out and that brought Sauren full bore. His husky climactic roar echoed through the chamber.

He pulled away from the blonde staggering slightly to the ledge where he slumped back down beside Maya. The blonde took a seat next to him. He lazily put his arms around the women's shoulders, his long slender fingers squeezing them gently.

Closing his eyes he reclined as far back as the ledge would allow, pulling Maya and Leola with him. The platinum hair was drenched at the tails and clung to his shoulders and chest in thick wayward strands. The women snuggled at either side of him as he recovered from the intensity of his release, gradually catching his breath.

A low, congratulatory "Wow!" sounded from across the pool. Sauren cracked an eye open. Raising his head he looked at his two friends across the pool. Both sat similarly to himself on the underwater ledge with their concubines either side. Don looked drunk, a somewhat maladroit grin playing on his lips as he stared back at the half-elf. Reed, with hair ruffled, was absentmindedly popping fruit into his mouth but he too stared at Sauren.

"What?" the half-elf asked.

Reed gulped loudly. "That was quite a show!"

"Yeah," Don managed, breathlessly.

Sauren laughed and rested his head back on the lip of the stone walkway again. "Imbeciles! Focus on your own performance."

Laughter rippled around the cavern.