"It is good to be out of that accursed cage," he said. "I've a knot in my back I'll feel for weeks."

"A back rub would do wonders for you," she half-joked.

"I am not some child to be coddled," he grumbled.

"That's not what I meant," she replied.

"Then what did you mean?"

"You. And I. Together. Alone. Massage."

"This is neither the time nor the place. Later, perhaps." He glanced down at her and continued. "Lead on and I will follow you into battle. Take care to bring me to your enemies soon, that I may sate my bloodlust."

She did indeed go to see him later, although she wasn't sure if her intrusion into his tent was welcome or not.

"What are you doing here, Alfie?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously while she gracefully slipped through the tent flap. He was splayed out on his sleeping mat dressed in his lounging attire with the pieces of his armor haphazardly tossed to the side of it, as if he had just recently finished doffing it.

"Well, what do you mean? You said "perhaps later", did you not?"

He sighed as he recalled their earlier conversation. "You know this is not what I meant, woman. We are still out in the wilderness and we are still surrounded by your friends."

"So?" She challenged. "I finally just happened to find you again in that crusader camp, after you and all my "friends" left me at the Ducal Palace, saying that how, now that I'm the "Hero of Baldur's Gate" I must be better off without all of them, and besides, you all have other things to go and do, anyways." She began to grind the heel of her boot into the ground while looking down. "Well, it's just not true. I've missed them all dearly, and you especially."

He scoffed. "And me especially? Now why is that?"

She finally found the courage to meet his gaze. "You know why."

He sat up. "Oh, do I?"

"I know that you'd been catching some of the longing stares I'd been giving you at our camps ever since you became one of my traveling companions." She could feel her cheeks reddening as she crossed her delicate arms against her nearly-flat chest. "And I know that you don't give anybody else the time of day like you give me. For fuck's sake Dorn, you actually opened up to me about your past and your patron…with the way you are I figured that was about as close as I'd get to flirting with you."

"And how do you know that I desire you carnally also, and I am not simply lusting to use your power as a Bhaalspawn to my own advantages?" The suspicious look reappeared in his eyes as he leaned forward.

"I don't care about that," she said woefully. "I'm just happy that you're back with me." She dropped down to his level as if she were about to hug him. "I missed you, Dorn. Can't you just humor me for one night?"

"What would you have me do?" He asked her as he began to close the distance between them, sliding her robe's hood off of her head and tucking a piece of her reddish-blonde hair behind her slightly pointed ears.

She looked at him with tears beginning to prick the corners of her green eyes— eyes full of hunger. "Please fuck me." It was the most desperate and pathetic request she had ever uttered in her life.

A horrible moment of silence passed between them before he barked laughter. "Like I said, not here." He withdrew from her slightly, feeling the half-orcish blood within him beginning to simmer. "If I could have my way with you, everyone within a mile of your coalition camp would be able to hear it, and I shall not go back to prison for defiling the dearly beloved Hero of Baldur's Gate." He spat the word "hero" like it was an insult.

She glanced up at him sheepishly. "Then…then at least let me use you…" she trailed off, pitifully.

He had only time enough to cock his head to the side in question before she was kicking her boots off and pulling her robe's ruddy skirts up around her knees to more easily straddle one of his thick thighs. Now they were almost unbearably close, their breaths intermingling, as both of her knees rested upon his bed roll on either side of his left leg and she lowered herself until her warm cunt was firmly pressed against his muscular thigh, her hands gripping the meat of his leg in front of her to brace herself. She spoke nothing as she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and began to grind herself on top of him, feeling the delicious friction she was beginning to build against her swollen clit and her thin panties.

"What are you doing, half-elf?" He asked her, his tone far less accusing than it was mildly curious.

"Relieving myself," she gasped, already too into the act to point out what a stupid question that was. "Hmmmmm~," she moaned as she peeked her eyes open to look at him as she rocked back and forth. "You know, I used to use my feather pillows back at Candlekeep in much a similar way, but I think I like the steadiness of your body even better."

Hearing about her pubescent horniness turned him on more than he cared to admit. His cock had already begun stiffening after hearing the words "please fuck me" spill from her supple lips, now it seemed to be positively throbbing in tandem with the subtle bounce of her hips as she continued to hump his leg shamelessly, like a bitch in heat. It was almost too much for him to bear. Her face inched closer to his, as if she were about to go in for a kiss. He could barely control himself now, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to restrain himself from absolutely ravaging her after experiencing something as intimate as a kiss from her.

"T-turn around," he snapped suddenly.

"Hm~?" She questioned as she peeked one eye open again. He gave her no time to process what he had ordered before roughly spinning her narrow hips around so that they were not face-to-face anymore. The effort seemed to cost him no more than if she were a rag-doll. She yelped and ceased her motions until she felt him quickly gather and forcefully yank her skirts above her hips so that he could admire her ass, spilling from its sheer, white undergarment.

"Keep going," he breathed as the large hand that held her skirts moved to place a vice grip on her left hip while the other began to knead at her asscheeks— the only place on her body that seemed to store a healthy amount of fat. She swiftly obeyed and continued to rub against him, chasing her rapidly mounting orgasm.

"Nnngn-ah~," she panted, her vocalizations coming out in breathy gasps and whimpers. Soon, her modest bouncing increased its intensity until she was thoroughly rutting her slick cunt against him, feeling the drag of her erect clit exquisitely grating in contact with her panties and his bulky, masculine leg.

Almost unexpectedly, he felt her thighs squeeze around his own, clamping down as her head fell forward.

"Mmmm~ ahhh!" She groaned as she came on top of him, still subtly rubbing herself against him as she rode out the intense high, legs spasming.

He didn't even notice the slight damp spot she had created on his breeches for all the awe in his eyes as he let go of her hip and ass, allowing her skirts to fall back down, covering her, and continued to stare at her clothed, slender back while she caught her breath. After a few long moments, she finally turned herself back around to face him again.

"I-I've never done anything like that with anyone before," she spilled, as if he had even asked or cared, her face still pink and body almost imperceptibly trembling.

"A first for you, huh?"

She nodded, barely able to meet his intense gaze.

"Then I suppose this shall be a first for you as well."

Before she could ask what he meant, he had already pinned her body underneath his hulking frame and was, once again, lifting the skirts of her mage's robe up over her hips to expose her bottom half. Only this time, he reached down and incredibly easily— to Alfie's dismay—tore her underclothes in half with one hand, exposing her sex completely.

"Dorn, what are you—," she tried to ask, still in a daze. Without answering her, he lowered his head between her thighs, using one of his hands to push both of her pale thighs up off of the bed roll, in order to create a more delicious angle for her, and his other hand to spread the lips of her pussy open. He stopped for a moment, just to admire her— it was pink and dewy and, as he now knew for a certainty, although had suspected for some time, virginal— until she began to squirm above him and then he just dove right in.

He started by lapping up the whole sopping mess it was, from almost her asshole straight up to her clit, reveling in the heady taste of her arousal, even going so far as to stick his tongue as far as it would go inside her.

"Ah! Ah! Stop!" He heard her almost begin to sob, but refused to even slow down his actions, purposely tossing her feelings to the wayside, and not even considering how extreme such a sensation might feel for a young woman experiencing it for the first time, especially so soon after she had already spent herself. He continued his ministrations, now focusing his efforts solely on her clit, still holding up both her legs by the backs of her knees with one hand, while the other stretched her clitoral hood back as to allow him better access to the red and swollen prize partially concealed underneath.

"I-I can't—," she babbled incoherently as he swirled his large tongue around her clitoris, sending tiny shockwaves throughout her entire body with each stroke. After nearly a minute of his torture, he finally decided to try gently pressing one of his thick fingers against her entrance, to see how she would take it. Despite the obvious slickness, it took quite the effort to push the entire digit inside of her. She audibly groaned at the stretch and one of her own hands flew down between her legs to take the place of his that had been stretching her clitoral hood back. Her insides were soft and moist and squishy, as he had known they would be— not only had he sliced open enough people to know what intestines felt like, but he was no stranger to such kinds of bedroom activities as she was. What he was not expecting, however, was the incredible tightness of the inside of her cunt, apparent in his struggle to penetrate it, although he ought not to have anticipated it elsewise, as he had spent much time during their travels together admiring the slenderness of her half-elven frame and the way her narrow hip bones always seemed to stick out more prominently in her gowns than even her breasts did. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to fit another finger alongside the first one, but, gods be damned, if he wasn't going to try.

A mixture of her moans and whimpers and whines filled his ears like a symphony as he continued his labor-of-love, his wet tongue fervently laving at her sensitive nub, at last squeezing a second digit inside of her. He began to curl his fingertips upward, trying to rub up against her sweet spot, which wasn't terribly difficult in the extremely enclosed space in which he found himself in. After a tiny adjustment, Alfie positively wailed, arching her back complete inches off of his bed roll.

"Dorn-," she gasped. "Slow down. Wait- I said slow down!" She cried, as she futilely tried to command him in a situation she no longer controlled. Her hands scrambled for his head, fruitlessly groping at his thick, dark hair. Moments later, as her fingers tugged and tightened in his locks, a choked and breathy moan began to emanate from her mouth and catch in her throat. He took notice of her clit somehow becoming even harder underneath his tongue and felt the rhythmic clenching of her walls around him as she came a second time, this orgasm clearly far more intense than the first one had been. He continued lavishing his attentions upon her until she began weakly protesting and physically kicking him away from her, despite the way her legs were trembling.

He sat up from his position to look her dead in the eyes as he set about sucking every tiny drop of her off of his own fingers and hand. Her own hands rose to cover her face in mortification as she hurried to push her skirts back down and rolled onto her side to avoid facing in his direction at all.

"Was that not what you had in mind?" He teased her, wearing his devilish grin, as she laid facing away, continuing her attempts to process what had just happened.

"I-I don't know," she replied meekly, still covering her face.

He frowned. "Is that all you can muster, half-elf?"

No response.

"All that time you spend running your mouth to any unfortunate soul that will listen to it all along the Sword Coast and all I can get is an "I don't know"?"

She uncovered her face and rolled onto her other side to look at him, her face flushed and eyes misty. "Please can I spend the night with you?" It was hardly above a whisper.

"No," he replied flatly. "With all that whining and sobbing you did, I am positively certain I will already be getting glared at by your other companions come the morrow. I do not intend to tolerate the attempted beating by Jaheira that shall undoubtedly occur if she sees you exiting my tent alongside me."

She studied his face for a long moment, knowing he was right, although she couldn't help feeling like an immature little girl, being that she had found herself completely infatuated with the first available guy (who wasn't obviously outwardly insane) that had joined her party— a man that likely saw her as nothing more than his plaything, even if he happened to abide by her authority when on the road, or battlefield. And yet, there was nothing she wanted more than to be held by him right now, to melt into his warmth and large frame and, maybe, just perhaps, be able to experience a slumber free from violent prophetic dreams. Since she knew she couldn't have what she wanted, she fled without another word, pulling the hood of her robe over her head, grabbing her boots by the heels, and padding out barefoot back into the night, back into her own shelter.

Sad as it was, her absence was ultimately a deliverance for Dorn as his own arousal still had not retreated from his body, and had been left completely neglected while he had been tending to hers. The tight strain of his stiff cock pressing against his breeches had become almost painful by the time she was halfway to her second orgasm, and by now he could only be thankful it hadn't begun to tear a hole through his camp clothes. He began palming himself over the trousers and only frantically freed himself as soon as he had heard her quiet footsteps retreating from his tent. He managed to rub one out in record time. Simple really, since he had just experienced the most tantalizing sexual experience of his life with the most mesmerizing woman, or man honestly, that he had ever met. A child of the dead Faerûnian god of murder, a perfect killer who could turn his enemies' brains to mush with sorcery before they even had time to react. Settling down with his thoughts, he picked up the torn pair of panties that had been forgotten and left on the ground, tucking them away with his private belongings for later, perhaps.