Out of the Shadows, Part 22


You watch, hiding a grin, as the two youngsters grow increasingly bold in their exploration of each other's bodies. Belan's hand slides up to one of Ioni's small breasts, giving it a squeeze, to which she replies with an adorable little gasp. She's also tugging at his clothes in turn, trying to pull him out of the simple slave's garment that has served as his disguise.

In darkness like this they're both blind, adding an extra degree of fumbling to their efforts, but the urgency of their growing desire makes up for it. Soon clothes are flying left and right, until they are naked in each other's arms. Ioni sits in Belan's lap, her legs wrapped around him, his rock-hard dick rubbing between them as they cling to each other, savoring the feel of their warm bodies pressed together, their breathing and heartbeats intermingling.

But that doesn't satisfy them for long. Belan starts to shift, trying to navigate aligning his shaft with her entrance. But in the pitch black—and still making some token effort to keep quiet—it's a difficult task to navigate for one so inexperienced. You can see his worry growing; all he personally knows of sex has been fucking the drow priestess into submission with you. And it's clear that he doesn't want to repeat anything so violent here.

It's about time you lent a hand. Rising to your feet, you walk over to where they're intertwined. Verika's gaze follows your every step, holding her breath as she waits to see what you're going to do. "Hey... Belan..." you say to the young elf. "Hold on. This isn't something you want to rush into."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Verika relax. Clearly she's relieved to learn that you have some limits on your depravity. That at the very least, you will stop these two from getting swept up in something so blatantly debauched right in the middle of the camp. Whatever you might have done to her, at least you have some sense of decency.

You deliberately let her believe that for a half second more... before you continue. "If you want to make this really special for her, why don't you try eating her out before you move on to the main event?"

It's all you can do not to chuckle at the way Verika's eyes widen, as you yank her all-too-fleeting sense of relief right out from under her feet. Belan, meanwhile, turns toward the sound of your voice. The words of his mentor in the arts of sex are enough to catch his attention. Even through the thick haze of lust, even with a naked girl squirming in his lap.

"...eat her out?" he asks, confusedly. "What do you mean, Talavar?"

You keep the explanation simple. Between his inexperience and the darkness, this isn't the time for anything beyond the most basic of the basics. Nevertheless, he seizes on your suggestions, grateful for the guidance of someone who knows what he's doing. With newfound confidence, he moves back a little, sliding his hands down Ioni's dark body until he reaches her hips. She trembles in his grasp as he kneels, leaning in until he finds her folds with his tongue.

Belan is a novice... but as wound up and supernaturally sensitive as Ioni is, it doesn't take much. She gasps, her back arching, and you quickly catch her before she accidentally hits her head. You hold her firmly, her bare shoulders twisting in your grip as Belan goes to work, drawing even more cute gasps and cries from the girl.

Any pretense of secrecy is long since gone, of course, though the two youths are too lost in each other for that to truly register. You can see Khaytala and Relis move to discretely finger themselves, though without the night vision of a drow or a demon, they are left with only the sounds and their imaginations. Not so with Verika. She can't look away from the carnal spectacle, can't look away from what has become of the innocent village boy she knew... as his tongue makes a drow girl writhe in ecstasy.

You can taste the waves of pleasure radiating out from Ioni, and you take what sustenance you can. It isn't comparable to if you were causing the pleasure yourself... but every little bit helps. You rub her shoulders reassuringly, a small, gentle massage to help her on her way as her cries reach an even higher pitch, her legs winding around her partner's head. Then she throws her head back with a plaintive scream, her entire body clenching as Belan draws a devastating orgasm from her.

She slumps, going slack in your arms. You gently lower her to the ground, rolling up some of the discarded garments under her head as an impromptu pillow. Her chest is heaving, even as Belan starts to crawl forward, feeling his way up her body until he's positioned directly over her. By then she's recovered a bit from the pleasure overload, enough to reach out her arms and wind them around him, pulling him down.

Now he moves to enter her... though it's still difficult for the inexperienced pair to line up in the pitch black. Before it can get too awkward, you murmur a bit more quick guidance into Belan's ear, taking advantage of your sight to point him in the right direction. You also give him some basic advice on his rhythm, how to ease Ioni into it.

With your discreet aid, he manages to find the right angle, Ioni's folds parting before him. Yielding to his cock. She whimpers, trembling with nervous anticipation. She tries to prepare herself for what's about to happen... although nothing could truly prepare her for what she's about to experience.

Belan fills her. Slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. But he doesn't relent until he's buried to the hilt. For a moment they remain there, savoring their connection as Ioni surrenders her most secret place to him. Belan raises his hand, giving her cheek a tender caress, one that she leans into.

And then he starts to fuck her.

In and out he slides, gradually building up speed. It's clear that Ioni has never experienced—never imagined—pleasure like this. She clings to him for dear life as she screams out his name. "Belan!" she cries. "Oh! Oh! Belan, Belan, Belan!"

Belan responds by increasing his tempo even more, and soon Ioni is no longer even capable of coherent speech. She can only offer respond without words, giving herself entirely to the young elf on top of her. He continues to thrust into her, their bodies moving in greater concert with each passing moment as the intensity of their coupling increases.

Finally, with a loud cry of his own, Belan cums. Ioni wraps herself tight around him, pulling him as deep as she can as she shudders in her own orgasm, welcoming his seed into her womb as he releases burst after burst into her. Even after it has finally finished the two of them hold each other. Belan's hands roam Ioni's body, and she offers herself up to his touch, guiding his hands to grope her small breasts... which he claims like every other part of her as she moans in pure adoration.

Eventually even that begins to slow, their movements subsiding into a tight cuddle as they wind around each other, once again dropping off to sleep in each other's arms. And soon the only sound is once again the breathing of the cave's inhabitants. You give your young student an approving smile. Not bad, for only his second time.

You glance over to Verika, who looks back at you, her eyes still wide and uncomprehending. She's just witnessed a scene of perverse corruption, seen you influence one of the young elves she is sworn to protect into public indecency before an audience. Yet one more sign of how deep you have sunk your tempting clutches into everyone around her.

And yet...

Her eyes stray from you almost unwillingly, back to the sleeping couple, their naked bodies nestled tight together. She can also see the genuine affection there, the peace and contentment that your efforts have brought. She can see that you did not indulge yourself as you bestowed your gifts of lust, but kept the young couple in mind first and foremost, no matter how debauched the outcome.

Her eyes shift back to you, silently pleading for you to say something that would make this all make sense. Trying to reconcile your steady campaign of deception and corruption against her with the tender bliss of the two youths. Trying to reconcile her fears about you with the aching desire you instilled in her with that searing, forceful kiss. She's lost, hoping against hope that you will somehow make it all make sense.

But you have no answers to that contradiction for her. Instead you simply return to your sleeping spot, closing your eyes and leaving Verika to her increasingly troubled thoughts.

Eventually your allies do wake again. Belan and Ioni untangle themselves, and Belan uses a few more of those simple cleaning charms—as quietly as he can—to make themselves presentable before sheepishly rekindling his spell-light. It's quite clear that their activities had not gone unnoticed, and for a while he can't meet anyone else's eyes. Khaytala breaks the tension with a chuckle, however, walking over to ruffle his hair affectionately and give him a quiet "congratulations", which only makes him turn redder.

Finally he does look over at Verika, who looks back at him, still at a loss for words. To distract from the awkward situation, you give a single clap your hands, calling all their attention to you. "Alright," you say. "This is our final day before the festival. Our final day to set the groundwork for what will happen. We need to decide how we're going to do this."

Verika watches you, chewing on her lower lip, just slightly. You wonder if she regrets offering to go alone with you today. After last night she's clearly understanding even more what it means to be at your mercy... and she has to realize that she's practically offered herself up on a silver platter to you, putting herself in a position where she has to rely on you, and cannot fight back. She watches you nervously, waiting to see what you will suggest.

You recall Khaytala's plan for the day, focusing on rescuing as many people as you can. Not only will you stop the dangerous attacks on the Festival—attacks which might themselves prove deadly for your allies should they be caught in them—but if Belan's teacher is in either the Thesolan Shrine or held by Lady Pheshera, you should be able to save the gnome that was turned into a bomb as well. In exchange, however, it will leave you without any way to investigate or mitigate whatever potentially-deadly preparations the Matriarch might be setting up to kill you.

On the other hand, there is Verika's plan, which also aims to stop the riot and rescue the gnomish family held hostage. Like Khaytala's plan, it negates the two dangerous attacks... though without the help of Belan's teacher you won't have any chance of saving the gnome that the process was performed on. It also has you and Verika going in blind to the Imperial Palace, attempting to figure out and stop at least something of what the Matriach is planning for the festival.

There is also another possibility, one that occurred to you as you rested. You could attempt to meet all the objectives, at the cost of spreading yourself thinner overall. You could infiltrate the Imperial Palace alone. There would be a greater risk of harm, and you might not be able to accomplish quite as much as with Verika assisting you, nor would you have the opportunity to tempt her during the course of the mission. But it would free her up to deliver your blackmail to Lady Pheshera, attempting to intimidate her into releasing her prisoners.

Khaytala and Belan could also attack the Slave Pens, freeing the other prisoner, combining to give you the same two-out-of-three chance of saving the gnome. And Relis could hunt the agent who will incite the riot by herself. There might be some amount of risk to her taking it on alone, since you don't know how deadly this "Albain" dwarf is... but Relis is a formidable fighter and tracker in her own right.