Out of the Shadows, Part 14


You'll need to time this just right.

The key is to give Verika a reason to follow you, but to do it before she makes her presence known. That shouldn't be hard, considering that you've already inflamed her doubts and curiosity with your flat refusal to give any explanations. So, just as she starts to come near, you answer Khaytala's question.

"Of course," you say warmly. "Let's go. We have some time while we wait for the others to finish their tasks, so we should make use of it. This isn't something we want Verika to overhear, after all."

And the bait is set.

Verika's approach halts. Then it resumes, but more carefully this time. Suppressing a grin, you take Khaytala deeper into the back alleys, farther away from the main thoroughfare, your true prey stalking you all the while. Amusingly thinking herself the hunter, even as she walks into your trap.

The ranger follows close, always staying just out of sight. Either around a corner, or behind an obstacle, or simply out of your field of vision. She is more silent than a whisper, swift as an arrow in flight. She's a shadow given substance, and it's only thanks to the incredible empowerment of your senses that you've recently undergone that you're able to detect her movement at all.

But detect her you can. And knowing that she's aware of your line of sight, you use it to herd her, manipulating this game of cat-and-mouse to guide her where you want her to go. It takes a little doing, but eventually you find a distant section of these back alleys secluded enough to suit your purposes, and lure Verika into watching from around the corner of a nearby cul-de-sac.

Then you turn, and position yourself so that she will be hesitant to leave that hiding place, as it would risk crossing into your line of sight. It doesn't need to be perfect. Just enough to give her an excuse she can tell herself to justify staying put. Since she's about to realize what you actually came here to do.

"Khaytala..." You say her name with enough raw desire and passion that it sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine. And unless you're mistaken, down Verika's as well. Your hands run up Khaytala's muscular body, feeling every inch. When you reach her shoulders, you begin to undo the ragged scraps of slave's clothing she wears, allowing it to pool to her feet, revealing her scar-crossed green skin. Rather than waste time stripping yourself you simply shapeshift out of your clothes, changing into a form that is your true, alluring incubus body... just entirely naked.

You hear Verika's breath hitch as she takes in the sight before her. You don't let up, pulling Khaytala into a kiss, her breasts pressed against you as your tongue ravages her mouth. She makes the most adorable little moans, kissing you back with desperate need as one of your hands drifts lower to finger her. She's already wet, just at the thought of what's coming. Her body arches at your touch, and you kiss down the length of her throat as she flings her head back.

Normally you would draw this part out for longer, but this time there are other considerations. You spin Khaytala around, pushing her down to her hands and knees so you can take her from behind. This also allows Verika to see Khaytala's face, allows her to watch Khaytala's expression. The drow is peeking around the corner, only one eye visible... but that one eye is wide with shock, unable to look away from the lurid scene.

You're fairly confident from the way she carries herself that Verika is no blushing virgin. The confident ease with which she pulls off her oh-so-tight, cleavage-baring leather armor suggests someone who has—more likely than not—taken lovers into her bed before, at least at some point in the past. Still, while it's admirable she isn't as hung up about sex as some mortals are... you doubt any of the elves in that village could have done to her anything even remotely close to what you're doing to Khaytala.

Each thrust impaling her snatch draws a euphoric gasp from the woman on her hands and knees before you, you cock piercing deep as her folds clench tight. The two of you move in perfect sync, anticipating the other's actions and reacting to drive each other to greater heights of pleasure. "Oh! Oh godessess, fuck!" she cries out. "Don't stop! Don't stop, Talavar!"

You don't. In fact, you pick up the pace, your hands clamped around the waist of your partner, feeling the warmth of her body as you exert yourselves, the sounds of your carnal congress filling the air. Verika is transfixed, her fingers gripping the corner she's peeking around in a deathgrip as she watches her formerly-naive friend fucked into a state of ecstasy you doubt she'd ever thought possible.

Only then do you start the real fun. "Such a shame we can't do this back at camp..." you say. "Can you imagine what they'd think if they overheard us doing it during the night? What would you do if you had them all as an audience? What would you do if Verika was watching you right now?"

Khaytala is already on the edge, and she visibly cums just from the suggestion that you raise. You hear a strangled little noise from Verika's direction, and you imagine that hearing those words must have felt like a vise had gripped the drow's heart. Until now she'd been an observer... but now a link has been formed between her and the erotic events unfolding before her eyes.

Yet even that pales in comparison to Khaytala's breathless reply, as you continue to thrust into her without pause. "Oh goddesses, I wish she was watching!" she cries out raggedly. "I want her to feel this too! I want you to fuck her right on top of me, while we make out! Like we did with Kelissa! I want to eat out her pussy while she sucks your cock! I want to share everything you've given me with her!"

Verika sinks to her knees with a thud, unable to believe what she's hearing. You just keep on impaling Khaytala, her cries becoming wild and wordless, losing coherency as you overwhelm her with impossible pleasure. Your fingers grip tighter around her waist, your movements growing more powerful with each passing second, until finally you release into her. She orgasms yet again as your cum fills her womb, and she flops forward in a blissful, spasming wreck.

Eventually you pull her back up into your lap, slowing down to a much more tender, leisurely lovemaking, your hands slowly tracing the lines of her body as you gently kiss her back to full awareness. Khaytala lets out a happy little murmur, her own arms sliding around you and holding you tight to herself, to the point where you can feel each other breathe as she presses her forehead against yours. "How long do you think it's going to take?" she asks, a quiet, yearning note in her voice. "Before we can convince Verika to join us?"

"It's hard to say..." you muse. Then you chuckle. "But... who knows? She might already be more interested than you think."

And then you glance over Khaytala's shoulder, meeting Verika's gaze directly and giving her a wink.

The look of utter mortification that crosses the drow's face as she kneels there is a beautiful thing to behold. She leans out a little more from around the corner, her mouth opening to contradict you... but she stops, stricken, unable to speak. What is she going to do? Loudly protest that she had a different motive for spying on you? Anything she even attempted to say would reveal her presence to Khaytala, which she cannot bring herself to do. So she can only kneel there, helplessly. The peerless hunter caught flat-footed.

After a few more minutes spent winding Khaytala down, you help her to her feet. "We'd best be going," you tell her, as you shapeshift back into the same female drow mage you used to enter the city. "Verika has probably finished her own task by now. We should head back to the meeting place so we don't keep her waiting."

"Right!" Khaytala agrees, quickly tidying and dressing herself. Once you've cleaned up as best you can, the two of you exit the back alleys. By the time you walk past the cul-de-sac, Verika has long since fled.

You make your way back to where Belan is hidden, stepping once again through his simple illusory wall. On the other side you see that Relis is there as well, already returned from her own foray. Khaytala smiles at the pair. "Good to see you both made it through in one piece," she says. "Did you find anything interesting scouting out the Shrine?"

Relis nods... although rather than acting victorious, she's looking down shamefacedly. "I... did. I looked for everything you told me to, and I think I found most of it."

You get the feeling there's more to the story... but it can wait until you're safely back at camp. As the drow mage, you take back "your" staff from Belan, and lead your slaves back out of the city. Verika is already waiting at the meeting place... though you notice that she is curiously unwilling to meet either your or Khaytala's eyes—to Khaytala's great puzzlement.

Once you get back to camp, Verika takes a seat a short distance away from the rest of you, over by the small, gurgling stream. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she is clearly wrestling with her thoughts, trying to make sense of everything she's just witnessed.

Relis, for her part, finally takes a deep breath and turns toward you. "You... were right, Talavar," she admits, looking down at the ground again. "I did need the backup. There were a few times in the Shrite when I'm sure someone almost noticed me, and... and if it hadn't been for the camouflage spell, I don't think I would have made it out unscathed. Belan's magic made the difference."

She gives a grateful look over at the younger boy, who blushes and scratches the back of his head. But then Relis' face falls again, despondent. "I'm... sorry for thinking I could do it on my own. If you'd listened to me, I would have caused problems for the mission because I was being stupid. It... won't happen again."

You consider how to respond, both to Relis and to Verika. Now that your team has made it back to camp after your efforts, you have a window of time to talk with your companions before you dive into serious planning for the next day's tasks. While you'll no doubt chat with everyone to some extent, it seems that the two elf women are the ones who have the most consequential opportunities at the moment.