* 64 * 3/8/13, 11/4/15

Gods... Lily thought with trembling breath after reaching the main hall. I just need some relief...

She quickly scanned the hall to make sure no one was there, but just as fast realized how silly she was being. Everyone was asleep. Besides, no one would see her if she were in her own room anyway, right?

Lily scrambled to her room and put Ounce right outside her door. She made quick work of her top and let her skirt slide down her legs. Then she climbed on her bed and started breathing heavily in anticipation.

I need this so badly...

Breathing heavily, she spread her legs and slightly raised herself before bending down slightly on her bed, putting all of her weight on her knees. Her hand found its way to the already-present and convenient hole in the still-tattered slacks, where she was even still a little wet, both from her own juices and from the wolf's saliva.

Lily touched herself slowly at first, then began rubbing her clit. She breathed quickly, breaths that were fast but quiet. She was already more than halfway finished after all the buildup from Karnwyr's tongue earlier. It had felt so good to have her sensitive skin licked where she could feel it the most...

She imagined Bishop having followed through with his teasing earlier. She then thought of his tongue delving inside of her, and she immediately flushed again, jumping a few octaves in arousal.

"Hah...hah...!" she breathed, getting closer and closer to climax as she played with her yet-oversensitive nub. She bristled, pleased at its sensitivity, and braced herself for the feeling she knew was coming.

Covering her mouth with her free hand, she tried to stifle her moans as she cried out repeatedly, finishing herself off in a whirlwind of sensation. Her orgasm was long and drawn out, and the contractions felt beyond words; the closest phrase she could use to describe it was "absolutely heavenly".

Lily collapsed backward onto her bed in exhaustion. She lay there for a few minutes, letting her mind return to normal.

That felt so good... she thought weakly.

A few more minutes passed as she stared at the ceiling, her breath growing regular again.

I wonder how Bishop is? she thought slowly, quietly, only half-awake now. He seemed angry.

Lily decided to get up and go check on him before she finally went to sleep and brought this long, overly eventful day to a close. She made her way outside and to the inn, and as she crept inside, she suddenly experienced a fierce sinking feeling form deep in her gut.

Approaching Bishop's door, she knocked.

No answer.

She knocked again.

Still no answer.

"Bishop?" she whispered, thinking he might be asleep. Then she heard him groan.

"Bishop, are you okay? I'm coming in." Lily opened the door –

– and saw Elanee on the table straddling Bishop as he dry-humped her, his body settled right between her legs for the fullest access.

Her mouth fell open. Watching them, her legs suddenly felt like jelly, and her mind entirely woke up.

They...must not've heard the knocks in their...excitement... Lily thought weakly.

Elanee noticed Lily, staring at her upside down with her mouth hanging open. Then Bishop looked up, finally realizing someone was there.

"Lily," he said plainly. His mind was blank.

Then it hit him. Really hit him. What this meant hit him straight in the heart, and suddenly, all the anger he felt toward the sun elf melted away.

Lily!

He snapped out of his horny stupor, straightened, and, for the first time in all the time Lily had known him, looked like an animal caught completely off guard by a predator: utterly lost, utterly unprepared, and utterly defenseless. Trying to come up with a reason as to why he shouldn't be eaten on the spot, but failing miserably.

"I...didn't mean to interrupt," the shocked elf managed lamely, not even looking at him. She closed the door calmly, then bolted outside of the inn and into the night, not even watching where she was going.

The ranger's door swung open as soon as she made it outside the tavern. Bishop began following her as soon as his boots touched the grass...but where did she go? He couldn't see anything; it was pitch black outside.

Damnit! he swore. "Karnwyr!"

The wolf came to him, but just then Bishop realized he didn't have anything of Lily's to offer to Karnwyr so the canine could track her smell. Would he recognize it from...earlier?

"Agh!" But the humid forest was filled with a plethora of scents – Lily's was bound to be fading into the rest, and fast. The entrance to the deep woods wasn't that far away. Bishop needed to think quickly, a task that proved outrageously difficult with his mind overloading with everything that just happened: his disconcert with Bevil, messing around with Elanee out of feelings, the implication made by the fact that his anger toward Lily disappeared immediately when he saw the hurt and rejected look on her face...

Lily, I...

Bishop felt completely helpless in finding her now. Several minutes had passed as he traversed the events in his head, and he had missed his opportunity. He swore again.

He cursed her, but his heart wasn't in it. Damn it, you stupid elf; you don't even know how to navigate in the dark... The forests of Neverwinter were treacherous; there was a reason they traveled in groups even for small quests.

He hoped he was wrong. He hoped that, like that day they went out into the woods together, Lily had some previous knack for being outdoors that she hadn't fully shown him. Otherwise, it might not be her he'd find in the morning, but the bruised, lifeless shell of the elf he loved.