This chapter deals with the awakening of the KC's emotions. Sexual situations and adult language are contained in this chapter. The OC and NPC's belong to Obsidian. A few errors in grammar were left for syntax and dialogue. Reviews are welcome.
MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter 10: "Awakenings"
They arrived just in time to see the githyanki trying to abduct Shandra. The odd creatures were a tough lot, but they managed to thwart the invaders and
rescue Shandra. Miss Jerro was at first reluctant to accompany them, but the githyanki had burned her home and she had nowhere else to go. They were
all exhausted from the steady pace to get to Shandra's farm, and decided to set up camp to rest near Highcliff. With time on her hands, Khy wanted to
talk to Shandra about Ammon Jerro. Shandra did not know much about her grandfather, just a few stories that her mother had told her. Khy explained her
reasons for wanting the facts on his haven and about the shards. During the journey back to Neverwinter, the two became fast friends. Khy admired the
tenacity of the woman to stay and defend her farm from intruders. Shandra respected the way Khy stood up for others and how kind and considerate she
had been to her. Khy was pleased to have Shandra as a friend and looked forward to returning to the Flagon, her new home.
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"Well, now", Duncan said as the tired little group returned. "Who do we have here"? He said smiling at Shandra. "This is Shandra Jerro", Khy said,
"Shandra, this is Duncan Furlong the owner of this establishment, and my uncle". Duncan proceeded to make Shandra welcome, and attended to
her every need. Neeshka took Khy aside and whispered, "I think Duncan is smitten". "Smitten"? Khy asked. "Yeah". Neeshka said pointing to Shandra
and Duncan. Khy could see the two were engrossed in conversation and smiled constantly at one another. She hoped that things would go well; she did
not want to see her uncle hurt. After a few hours of eating, drinking, and chatting, they all decided to retire for the night. Everyone headed off to their
respective rooms for a well-deserved rest.
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Khy closed her bedroom door behind her as she removed the heavy leather armor. She pulled off the woolen tunic followed by the light linen chemise and
loosened the cords on her bodice. She walked over toward the bureau to grab a sleeping tunic, when she detected a presence in her room. Khy quickly
dropped down, raking her foot around behind her, catching the feet of the assailant and knocking him to the floor. She jumped up and threw herself on
top of the prostrate figure, while sliding her dagger under his chin. Breathing heavy, muscles taught, she was ready to end the life of this intruder with
one swift pull of her blade. She gripped the hilt of her dagger and prepared to slice through the delicate flesh when the identity of the interloper was
revealed. "Damn you Bishop"! She said angrily."What in the hells are you doing sneaking around in my room"! "Would you mind", he said calmly,
"Removing that dagger from my throat". Khy lifted the knife from his throat and purposely nicked his chin, as she slid the blade back into its sheath on
her boot. "That's better". He said as he grabbed her shoulders, flipping her over and exchanged places with her. He sat straddling her thighs and then
pinned her arms above her head. "Much, much better". He said smiling. He touched the small gash on his chin, thinking he liked her even more now.
"Get the hell off me"! She yelled. "Okay", he said, "but if you don't behave, I'll spank that little ass of yours". "That will be the day"! She said
angrily. He laughed as he reached out to help her to her feet. "What do you want"? She asked. "I wanted to talk with you", he said, "Alone"! "Okay",
she said, "Then talk".
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Bishop took hold of her arms and shoved her roughly against the wall of her room. Khy looked bewildered, and tried to comprehend what was happening.
He pressed his body into hers and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you"! Khy knew the meaning of that word from her conversation with
Neeshka. She used all of her strength and pushed the muscular ranger away saying, "Why are you so angry"? Bishop fell to the floor then swiftly
jumped up and walked back in the direction of his quarry. Khy again asked Bishop why he was angry, saying that she had done nothing to irritate him.
Bishop thought that this was another of her games to make him suffer the want of her. He started to reply to this selfish whim of hers, when he saw the
sincerity in her sad eyes. "What are you talking about"? He asked her. "Neeshka told me what that word means". "What word"? He asked. "Fuck".
She said as she bent to retrieve her dagger. He asked her what Neeshka had actually told her the significance of that particular word. Khy gave the
details on how she had surmised the many words Neeshka used, and that the little tiefling had verified her assumptions. Bishop could not help but laugh
at the entire situation. He told Khy that it meant much more than what she thought. He was not angry; he said and asked her to put away her knife.
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He told her that people also used that particular word to mean they wanted to have sex. "Like copulation for procreation", she said earnestly, "Uncle
Duncan tried to explain that to me". Bishop found it hard to believe that she knew nothing about sex, but the way she told him, with such honesty, he
realized it was true. He had formed the opinion in his mind, that she was a cock-teaser, and was parading herself around in order to taunt him. "Have
you ever been with a man"? He asked. "No". She said awkwardly. "A virgin"! He thought. "She's a fucking virgin"! The whole scenario was getting
more exciting by the minute. He had never been with an untouched woman, and the thought of shattering her maidenhead sent a flood of vibrations
through his loins. Bishop carefully crept closer and put his hands upon her shoulders. "Close you eyes". He said softly. She looked into his face with panic
in her eyes. "I won't hurt you". He said as he nuzzled the furrow of her neck.
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He pressed his body into her as he ran his hands up along her thighs and waist. Khy inhaled sharply, feeling something deep inside her stir with his touch.
His fingers traced along her arms and shoulders as he nipped at her neck with tiny bites. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek, as he nibbled her
ear, sending a fluttering down her spine. He teased her with soft kisses along her neck and throat, and felt himself grow hard with the anticipation. She
gasped when he ran his soft, moist tongue up her throat to her chin, and then brushed his lips against hers. He gently kissed each corner of her mouth,
and then looked into her golden eyes that were dilated deep and soft. He moved her hands slowly up to his shoulders, and she felt his rippling muscles
tense with her touch. He cupped a large breast and squeezed slightly, feeling her nipple harden and protrude through her bodice. A soft moan escaped
her lips, as he covered them with his. He kissed her hard, parting her lips and inserting his seeking tongue. He explored her virginal mouth, reveling in her
taste. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him close as she matched his searching tongue with hers. It was almost more than he could bear, holding her,
kissing her, and the thought of the uncharted territory of her body. They held each other, their lips locked in a dance of discovery and desire. Bishop
rubbed against her rigid nipples with his thumbs, which caused her to groan with the intensity of this new feeling. He freed one of her trapped breasts
and began to suck her sensitive nipple. A deep intake of breath and whimper from her caused him to suck harder. He leisurely moved his hand down to
the lacings on her breeches. . . . . ALARM. ALARM. "The Flagon is being attacked". The shouting came from outside her room and continued down the
hallway. Khy regrettably pushed Bishop away as she pulled her dagger from her boot. "Don't go". He said his voice husky and full of need. "I must". She
said as she re-laced her bodice and ran for the door to disappeared into the darkness.
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As Khy thrust her blade into the last githyanki, she looked up to see Duncan coming toward her. "Are you all right". He said, and then hugged her
fiercely. "Yes", she said, "Is everyone else"? "Those bastards have taken that lass, Shandra". Duncan said. Khy looked around the room to see if her
companions were unhurt, when her eyes met his. "There's duskwood on this one". Bishop said as he pointed to the dead githyanki. Duncan asked
Bishop to guide the party through Luskan territory, as he was familiar with the trails. He flatly refused until Duncan called in his debt. After arguing with
Khy on the time of their departure, he began tracking the beasts.
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Bishop picked up their tracks that zigzagged through the foothills of the mountains. They had been traveling non-stop for more than a day, and everyone
was dead tired. They set up camp and then set the watches before sleeping. Khy volunteered for the first watch and sat near the fire against a large
boulder. She listened to the sounds of sleep coming from around the camp as she drifted into thought. She touched her fingertips to her lips, recalling her
first kiss. Her first kiss, with the dark foreboding ranger, who touched her creating waves of desire, and now seemed to ignore her. Maybe it was all just a
dream. She looked over at the area where he was sleeping, and sighed. It was all just a fantasy she thought. It must have been her deep longing playing
tricks on her mind. She added wood to the fire and stoked it to give off more light, then sat back and waited for Khelgar to relieve her.
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Casavir had been restless and unable to sleep. The unexpected meeting with Ophala had been gnawing at his mind. He had not been ready to see her,
their relationship had been too much for him to reconcile with his faith. He remembered their nights together, how he had professed his never-ending love
for her. However, at the end he had confessed to her that his duty would always come first, to which she angrily turned to another. Ophala had sent
word that she needed to see him at once. Like a fool, he went to her, still concerned for her well-being. That is when Lord Jacobs's son, E'vanor, caught
them together. He had tried to subdue his anger by explaining the circumstances, but E'vanor refused to listen. E'vanor demanded satisfaction under the
code of chivalry, and Casavir had no choice but to comply. The challenge was met the next morning and resulted in E'vanor's death. Not wanting to see
Ophala's reputation sullied with the act, he had left to aid in the liberation of Old Owl Well. It had been a hard decision to leave his home and to desert his
post. He swore to Tyr, from that moment on no woman would ever tempt him again. He had kept his vow, staying true to his convictions until her. Thank
Tyr he found out in time that she was descended from the outer planes. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that sleep would soon find him and stop the
fleeting thoughts in his mind.
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Bishop followed the githyanki to the small village of Ember where they were once again ambushed. After the battle, a woman from the town directed them
further toward the location the githyanki traveled. A small boy asked for help, wanting the dagger that Bishop carried. Khy talked Bishop into relinquishing
the dagger to the lad by promising a great reward. They finally reached the base of a mountain where the trail continued up. They fought their way to the
top and set up camp outside the main entrance. Everyone needed to rest and prepare spells before stepping into the unknown. Khy noticed that Bishop
was running low on arrows. She retrieved hers from her pack and walked over presenting them to him. He said nothing as she returned to her area and
arranged her equipment. Before entering, Khy gave orders on the positions they would occupy. She was surprised at her confidence in the situation until
Bishop griped about his place. "I want you in the back Bishop"! She said forcefully. "Why"? He asked. "Because", she said, "Your aim is the best I've
seen, even next to my father's". "Oh, so now you're comparing me to your father"! He sneered. "Just do it"! She yelled.
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The onslaught began as soon as they entered the cave. They met wave after wave of githyanki along with a few hideous demons. They fought tirelessly
down to another level of the so-called githyanki base. There they met an arch devil, named Mephasm, who traded information for his freedom. Zaxis, a
powerful demon blocked their way into the final chamber. Working together, they managed to destroy the evil being and thus opened the way to
Shandra. They entered the room and came face to face with Zeeaire, a high-ranking githyanki, who offered to kill them quickly in exchange for the shards.
Khy refused the offer as Zeeaire then presented her with the option of a quick death in exchange for Bishop. "He will do to satisfy my appetite
of pleasurable desires". The woman said. Again Khy refused to the relief of the horrified ranger. Through some unseen force, Zeeaire held Khy
suspended in mid-air, drawing the shards from her pack. Khy felt a tightening in her chest, as though her heart would burst. She was told by Zeeaire that
a shard was lodged inside her, and she would cut it out if necessary. The battle began, and Khy threw the sphere she had acquired from Mephasm at the
portal protecting Zeeaire. With the ensuing explosion, Zeeaire was defeated, and with her dying breath told Khy of the even greater danger that lay
ahead.
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The ordeal had drained Khy and she collapsed near the doorway. Casavir ran to her and scooped her up into his arms. She looked into his entrancing blue
eyes, and felt shivers burst throughout her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and timidly kissed his soft lips. Forgetting himself, Casavir
returned her passion with an eagerness of his own. Breaking the embrace, he lowered her to her feet, and apologized for his misconduct. "I am sorry
my lady", he said, "This cannot be". He quickly walked away and left her standing alone.