Deekin turned his head like a snake when he heard a short, breathless scream from the other room. He paused for a second, even though he knew very well a second could mark the difference between life and death. But in this particular case, he still opted to wait.
The following moments failed to deliver further screams, calls for help or battle cries and clashing weapons. The air was free of that intangible, prickly feeling he's come to expect even before magic was cast, these days. It was therefore likely that there was not, in fact, any danger present.
Deekin put his quill in the inkwell carefully and made his way to the anteroom. The door leading to Valen's bedroom was carefully locked, but there was a fluffy white towel hanging on the doorhandle. It was damp.
Deekin smiled, and when other human – or at least humanoid – noises rose on the other side of the door, he went back to his room and, still smiling faintly, cast an Extended Deafness. On himself.
It was terrible how little consideration people had for the intrepid narrator of an epic tale, he thought. Then again, he was always able to deal with the difficulties anyway. Picking the pen up again, he jotted down a line.
"The Boss had infinite respect for her faithful kobold companion... Never for a moment did she doubt he could cope."
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Rina bit her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming. He held her down well and good – without the magic gear, he was way stronger than she was. Pinned to the bed, she moaned helplessly as Valen amused himself by biting her ears, her neck, her nipples. It was all too much for her starved body and she trashed under him, straining her limbs in a futile attempt to regain some control. She might as well be held by iron golems.
Valen let out a short laugh. "Stop it, Rina, that kind of thing can get you hurt."
"I... I can't... I don't want to..." she stammered, unable even to form a sentence when she felt his tongue tease a hard nipple. Her words melted into a moan when he licked it, and she arched her back, straining against his hands that still held her in place.
"Oh, you're worried about the noise?" there was so much mischievous mockery in his voice now that he really did sound like a demon. Rina panted for a second and screamed when he bit on the nipple again, harder this time.
"Well, don't be," he whispered.
Her mind fizzed. If his patience with polishing chainmail was anything to go by, he could go on like this for ages, probably making her explode at some point. She had to do something, and yet she liked the way he took charge. She liked it so much, that when he let go of her wrists she kept her hands over her head from sheer, lustful obedience. Valen's tongue traced a complicated course from her breasts to her navel, teasing her with maddeningly delicate flickers. She was on the verge of begging when she felt his hot breath between her thighs.
"You were ready to do this in the bath, weren't you," he said, conversationally, and each syllable caressed her delicate opening. "You wanted me to take you there and then."
Rina's mind was unable to think of any other words than "take me now." She could only moan in response. Valen made her wait for a few seconds, and then he bit her, right in the delicate center – not really hard, but enough to make her cry out. While she still panted in shock, his tongue made its way back up to her breasts and neck, and his eyes locked with hers.
She looked at him, her gaze misted over with lust and need, and searched his face for some clue, but could not find any. He just settled himself comfortably on top of her, one hand holding her in place by the shoulder, other hand fondling her breast.
"That's why you were so angry, weren't you?" he said, circling the nipple. Rina stared at him, baffled. Why was he in the mood for talking all of a sudden? What happened to all that hea-
That was when she felt it. She felt the tip of his tail stroke her inner thigh.
"Yes!" she breathed, and not to answer the question. The touch was light and supple, but with a definite possibility of becoming harder. And speaking of harder, flexing her legs and twisting her hips, she could just brush against his penis... as hot and hard as it had been not long ago. Valen smiled and leaned in so close that his lips touched her ear when he whispered.
"You wanted me to take you on the cold, hard floor? You wanted to be stretched under the big, demonic warrior? Pinned down by his heavy body? Helpless at his strength?"
His tail made it all the way up, gently stroking her wet lips and the pearl between. Rina moaned, eyes closed.
"Yes... oh yes... Oh, I'm so completely at your mercy," she whispered, with just a soupcon of a smile. She felt the tip of his shaft brush against her opening, while the tail slid back and, for a moment, stroked her between the buttocks. She gasped, arching her body to get him inside her as soon as possible, and again when she felt the tail coil hard against her thigh.
"I shall have no mercy, lady," Valen growled. And pushed into her.
Rina let out a loud cry that echoed around the room. Finally feeling him inside was... was incredible, it was the best thing she could ever feel. It was like she was complete at last... no more hunger, no more desire, only satisfaction. Longing no longer.
„Yes! Yes, yes, yes..." he pushed into her again and again, each movement punctuated by her moaning and arching her whole body, until he let go of her hands and she could dig them into his back, scratching at it with trembling fingers. She screamed and moaned and writhed under him in pure ecstasy of finally tasting the man of her dreams. She felt like she could go on like this forever.
The bed groaned under them and her screams rose in pitch, announcing the impeding orgasm – and sure enough, it came, making her whole body tremble. Valen groaned loudly as her walls tightened around him, hot and quivering, and held her until she calmed down. Her loud panting filled the hot silence of the room.
Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at him, incredulous. "Valen, I..." she whispered, but he covered her mouth with his and her words drowned in a hot, breathless kiss.
"Silence," he growled, gasping for breath himself. "I'm not done with you."
And Rina remembered, too late, that his stamina was not that of a mortal...
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Nathyrra smiled to her reflection in the mirror, straightening her new dress. It was nice to finally own an item of clothing that had no other purpose than to look good – and it did look good, of that could be no doubt. Last night, she had paid for male attention, but it began to dawn on her that it wasn't really necessary. Men – surface men, yes, but all of them men of influence and power and quite a few of them attractive – were queuing up to talk to her, to invite her to places and journeys and whatever. A few times, she wondered if that was because Rina herself wasn't there, because the true heroine was inaccessible and so they were settling for the second prize.
Then, as she let her hair loose and admired the effect, she heard a breathless moan from the other room. The true heroine will probably remain inaccessible and for good, if Deekin's instinct for romance was anything to go by. Valen would certainly not let her go without a fight, and by gods, could he fight. No, Rinaelianwen the Devilbane had tasted the touch of a demon, and she wouldn't settle for a mortal after that.