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 *Fantasy-based*

   Lierin glanced around herself in minor disgust, her full upper lip
curling in a sneer, as she pulled her armor back on quickly and
efficiently. The brick she had been laying on had had a slimy residue... 
of what, she was probably better off not knowing.  Rats scurried for dark
corners, disturbed by her movements.  Not for the first time, she wondered
what in the Hate her problem was.  This foul place was definitely not the
place for an assignation, no one she knew came here of their own impetus.
Either they had to meet with the guilds down below or were dragged here
kicking and screaming.  And yet she had let herself be led here for sex. 
At least the hidden caves in Neriak were fairly clean, with maybe a few
spiders as company.  She finished fastening her breastplate and flipped her
hair back, shuddering at the slightly slimy feel of it.  First things
first...  back to Neriak.  She was going to clean herself thoroughly under
the falls in Third Gate.  A mere bath would NOT take care of this mess.

   Thanks to the portals to and from New Tanaan, getting anywhere in
Norrath was rather quick and easy.  In no time at all, Lierin stood nude
beneath the falls of water in the Third Gate, unconcerned about who might
walk by.  All she cared about was getting clean.  Her indigo skin gleamed
wetly under the streams of water, her ivory hair slicked back from her
face, brushing against the blood red tattoos on her back.  She was petite
even by teir'dal standards, and rather than heavily corded with muscle like
most knights and warriors, her body was slender and lithe, more slim and
wiry than bulky and musclebound, deceptive fragile.  She was stronger than
she looked however, and faster...a vicious fighter and skilled combatant.
Small bits of gold glittered on her nude form, tiny rings through the
nipples of her small, firm breasts, and a ring peeking from between her
thighs.  Diving into the pool below her she felt the last vestiges of her
trip to the Qeynos Sewers washed away, a smile returning to the full lips.
She shook her head slowly.

   She knew she had a problem, and even knew what it was, but she couldn't
seem to get the willpower to deal with it, or the desire really.  Sex. 
Vithing, in the language of the teir'dal.  She liked it..  far too much. 
That in itself might not be so bad.  She was young, it was expected in
tier'dal culture.  It was the type of sex she craved that was the issue. 
It was as if her first experience of it had twisted her for all future
pleasure.  Now, whenever she vithed a man, she thought back to that dark,
hidden room in the bottom of the Fancy, of the ropes that had bound her, of
the man standing over her.  It had been foolish to sneak in there at her
age, and with the attitude she had carried around then.  Of course, the
attitude hadn't improved much.  It had been even more stupid to taunt the
dark elf sitting alone in the corner, but he had treated her like a little
girl, which, of course, she had been.  But oh so determined to prove she
was grown.  And then she had gotten a taste of it.  Being grown, that is.
Teasing a jaluk until he finally says enough and takes what he wants,
willing or no.  Little waela jalil.  Ah well.  So her first time hadn't
been by choice, but something in it had called to her.  And now she
recreated that scene in her head whenever she was with someone, and if
possible, recreated it in fact.  Her lovers were often also her
adversaries, the lines blurred between lust and anger, sex and violence, if
not erased altogether.  And that was how she liked it.  But vithing in the
filth of the Qeynos sewers, now that was going a bit too far with that
particular fetish.

   Her current playmate, or abuser, as the case might be, was a rivvil. 
She sighed.  She had learned well from her mother to steer clear of humans
and other filth, but since when had she really ever done what her mother
said?  Not since she had been a little girl of perhaps nine, still a babe
in arms in the teir'dal culture, and pulled that sword out of the chest
Raevynne had forbidden her to touch.  Lierin shrugged unconsciously, a
scowl on her face.  Besides, it wasn't as if her mother could talk, she
herself had made poor decisions one after another until they had cost her
her life and her very soul, for that matter.  But there was one other thing
that made this rivvil even more inappropriate as a lover.  He was her
sister's husband.  Former husband perhaps, but even so, there was a part of
Lierin that knew better.  Incest was not frowned upon in teir'dal culture,
as a rule.  Brothers and sisters were separated, raised in dormitories with
other of their own age.  The close family ties were not there, and so
perhaps that was why the stigma was not.  However, in the qu'ellar Lierin
had been raised in, that had not been the case.  Veldrin had raised its own
children, not handed them over to the Spires and the Lodge.  And so to lie
with a relative had been forbidden by the close ties that they had formed.
Gareth was not a relative, exactly...  but she was splitting hairs.  And
perhaps part of what made their loveplay so seductive was the forbidden
nature of it.  That, and one other thing.

   That man...  that tier'dal who had been her first...  wasn't.  A
teir'dal that is.  He was Gareth's half brother, something she had found
out only later, a rogue and an assassin who used magics to appear as a dark
elf.  So now she had had both brothers..  and perhaps a bit of revenge
against the first to taste her flesh.  After him, until now, she had only
vithed teir'dal.  Fucked was the word Gareth used, the human term sounding
somehow so much dirtier and delicious.  Drekxial..  their relationship had
burned out quickly, as young crushes do.  A teir'dal warrior, rough and
violent and full of hate.  Vicious with both others and with herself, then
at times so tender that she didn't know how to react.  He had marked her
skin with a dagger and homemade ink, a permanent gift to her, and then
vithed her, both of them coated with ink and her blood.  One hand reached
around, feeling the slightly raised skin he had tattooed with blood red
wings, laughing at her and calling her "Daddy's Little Angel." She moaned
softly, remember his hands wrapped around her throat as he thrust into her,
squeezing tighter and tighter, then finally letting go, the rush of air to
her lungs making her giddy, making the sensations in her body even more
intense.  She felt herself getting wet, not from the water but from her
arousal, her finger sliding down between her thighs slowly, her eyes
closing.

   The loud echo of mailed feet on stone startled her for a moment, and she
glanced around, a wicked grin curling her lips as the guard strode by,
obviously trying to appear unaffected by the sight of a nude woman standing
out in the water of the Third Gate.  Her tongue slid out from between her
lips, licking them suggestively, a low laugh escaping her as he swallowed
convulsively and kept walking.  She swam to the side of the small pool and
lifted herself out, drying herself languidly with a cloth from her packs.
Silly little pranks like that were what got jalilen in trouble, she mused.
Of course, in trouble was usually where she wanted to be.

   A few hours later, dry and softly perfumed, her armor stowed in her
rooms, Lierin left her qu'ellar, clad in her usual "Neriak" gear: a tight
pair of leather leggings and a matching top, cut just low enough to enhance
what cleavage she had.  Depending on what she planned on doing that
evening, she had many versions of this outfit, some so daring that she
couldn't take a deep breath without fear of her breasts popping out of it.
This one was relatively sedate in comparison, because she anticipated
possibly running into some of her guildmates.  It wouldn't do, after all,
to shock them.  A smirk chased across her face for a moment at the though
of some of the more dignified members of House Baenrahel and how they might
react to the slut in their midst.  She sighed a little at her own thoughts,
the word slut quickly ruining her lighthearted mood.  There was a time she
wouldn't have termed herself or anyone a "slut." Was that really what she
had become?  Or was it just that she seemed to be lacking that uptight
moral code that so many had adopted.  Once, her actions would have been
considered normal in teir'dal culture.  Sex and violence and intrigue had
been the backbone of their society.  Now it was all about bowing and
scraping and worrying about appearances.  Surely this was not what Innoruuk
had intended?  Meanwhile, she toed the line, at least outwardly, taking
care that her activities would not be seen by those that would judge either
herself or her Qu'ellar by her actions.

   Perhaps she should just seek out Gareth again for a bit of playtime.  Or
even another jaluk.  Anyone that could keep up with her, really.  Maybe if
she could get vithing off her mind for a bit, she could settle down and
start working again on the quest she had been sent on.  She needed to find
a rogue again, in the Overthere.  He had sent her on a mission and she had
found what he wanted.  Now she only needed to find the little rat bastard's
hiding spot, for he hadn't been back at the meeting place when she had
returned, and she wanted her payment.  She couldn't very well go looking
for him, however, when all she could think about was sex.  Rolling her
eyes, she spun on her heel, reversing directions and heading for the portal
to New Tanaan.  She could get to Qeynos quickly from there.  Gareth had
best be home and available.

   Arriving in Qeynos, she burst into his rooms without knocking, the
rivvil girl who had been sucking his cock squealing and backing quickly
away from the tier'dal with the large axe standing in the doorway. 
"Begone, slut!" Lierin scowled at the wench, who barely threw her clothes
on before running from the room.  Gareth simply eyed her challengingly, his
cock still standing erect, his hands on his hips and his dark eyes narrowed
at her.  "I wasn't done with that little piece of ass, Lierin.  Wait your
fucking turn."

   "Ahh, Gareth, you know you would rather have my lips around that cock of
yours.  You've told me often enough you like it." She dropped to her knees
before him, her eyes on his face watching the scowl dissolve into a grin as
her mouth slid over his erection.  She had had enough practice at this to
take even his huge cock all the way into her throat, her nose and lips
nestled against his groin as she waited for what she knew would come.

   .His hands gripped her hair roughly and painfully, pulling her head back
then yanking her back onto his cock, fucking her mouth with no care for her
comfort.  She moaned, the sound muffled by his erection, reveling in his
roughness, in him standing over her nude while she was still clad in her
leather tunic and leggings, the crotch of the leggings already soaking from
her arousal.  She squirmed slightly, careful to keep her throat relaxed for
him as his cock pushed deep inside.  He wrapped her long silky hair around
one fist and held her completely still, his hips thrusting against her face
now, her body completely still as his cock pistoned in and out of her
welcoming mouth.  "Look at me, Lierin.  Open your eyes and watch this
rivvil cock fucking your mouth...  You love it don't you?" He laughed low
as she only moaned again, her eyes fluttering open to watch him, their
crystal blue depths glazed and dark with passion.  He thrust into her mouth
one more time, holding his erection deep inside her throat, cutting off her
breathing as he waited for her to start panicking.  She grasped at his
thighs, trying to push him back, her nails digging into him.  He thrust her
away from him, Lierin gasping for breath and glaring up at him from the
floor.  "Gareth, you're such an asshole!"

   He yanked her up by the arm, throwing her face down on the bed. 
"Asshole?  Asshole, you say.  Maybe yours could use some attention, hmmm?"
He quickly stripped the tiny teir'dal of her leggings, his fingers slipping
between her thighs, a chuckle escaping him at the moisture he found there.
"Hmmm...  apparently you like this 'asshole'...  or at least your body
does." His hand moved back to her pussy, his fingers sliding inside
roughly, coming out dripping with her juices.  He placed one against her
tight little asshole, rubbing the moisture into the tiny opening, spreading
it around.  His other hand spread her asscheeks wide, Lierin not moving
except to spread her legs even more, her pussy and inner thighs glistening
wet now.  Pressing one finger firmly against the crinkled little hole, he
pushed it inside her asshole, the muscles closing tightly around him, a low
moan escaping her.  "You like that, don't you, my little slut?  Do you want
more?" "Vith'os, Gareth," she spat at him, at the same time pushing her ass
back against his finger.  He laughed low in his throat.

   "Don't worry, Lierin.  You will." He pushed a second finger inside her,
stretching her asshole slowly, knowing she enjoyed the pain to an extent,
but wanting to make sure no lasting damage was done.  A third finger
slipped inside as she whimpered and writhed underneath him.  She shrieked
for a moment, resisting him, then collapsed back on the bed, consciously
relaxing her muscles, both to lessen the pain and to allow him greater
access.  Her tiny hole was adjusting more and more to his intrusion, her
pussy dripping her juices down her thighs.  She waited in both anticipation
and nervousness to see what he'd do to her next.  The feel of something
smooth and slick sliding deep into her abused asshole had her craning her
head around to look, but he quickly slammed her face back down onto the
bed. "Uh uh, Lierin.  Behave and take it like the teir'dal slut you are.  I
had this made especially for you, you know.  I knew it would stretch you
just enough..."

   She groaned in pain as he flipped her onto her back, the pressure
forcing the thing deeper inside her ass...  and then it stopped.  Some kind
of a knob or handle kept it from sliding in too deep, but every movement of
the bed or her muscles seemed to stretch her further, the feelings
gravitating back and forth between pleasure and pain.  She had never felt
so full in her life...  her eyes widened as she saw him bracing on his
knees, his cock aimed at her slit.

   Gareth laughed as the tiny shadowknight tried to close her legs to him.
"You said to fuck you, Lierin.  I'm giving you your wish." He grinned
wickedly down at her, his dark hair falling across his brow, nearly black
eyes sparkling at her.  His lightly tanned flesh was a sharp contrast
against her deep indigo skintones as his hands held her thighs spread
apart. She cursed at him in common and in dark elvish as he pushed his
engorged cock into her tiny pussy, her back arching off the bed to get away
from him.  "It's too much, you bastard!  Stop!"

   His hands moved to her shoulders, pushing her body down, forcing her
harder onto his cock as she screamed, feeling as if she was almost being
torn in half, both holes filled with almost more than they could take. 
Every movement she made shifted both his cock inside her and the toy he had
shoved up her ass, sending shockwaves through her body.  He continued to
slam into her without mercy, her delicate body dwarfed by his.

   Slowly, her body started to adjust, the waves of pleasure returning
slowly, her whole body trembling in sensation.  She began to whimper
softly, nearly animal sounds escaping her throat, as he kept thrusting deep
into her womb, her slim legs moving up to wrap around his hips with
surprising strength, her nails clawing his back as she started to meet him
thrust for thrust.  He laughed low in his throat, almost a growl.  "That's
my little slut.  Fuck me back, Lierin."

   Her pussy began to convulse around him, her orgasm close as her tight
muscles massaged his cock.  He could feel the toy stuck up her ass rubbing
against his cock through the thin bit of skin separating the two holes, and
reached one hand under her, grasping the handle, as he continued to support
his body over hers with the other arm.  He began to shove the toy in and
out of her almost violently, alternating strokes with his cock.  She cried
out, a strangled sound caught in her throat as he began to push the
boundaries of pleasure and pain again, thrusting harder and harder until
she exploded around him, her pussy and asshole both clamping down tight
against the objects invading them, his cock squeezed almost painfully by
her tight slit, then milked as the aftershocks hit her one after another, a
loud scream torn from her lips, her entire back arched off the bed.  He
slammed into her once more..  twice..  then pulled out, an evil smirk on
his lips.  He pushed her weak and trembling body to the floor again, a moan
of pain escaping her as she landed on her ass, the toy shoved painfully
deep by her body weight.  Shifting to her knees, she pushed a hand through
the curtain of ivory hair that had fallen in front of her face, her eyes
focusing on his cock two inches from her lips, still dripping with her
juices and his pre-cum.  He was stroking himself with one hand, the other
tangling in her hair and holding her face completely still.  He pulled
slightly and her head tilted back a little, mouth open slightly.  "Open
wide, Lierin.  I have some nice human cum for you to drink..."

   Her ice blue eyes were still glazed from her orgasm, the first jet of
semen hitting her by surprise, splattering her cheek and lips.  His aim was
better on the next shot, his cum landing between her parted lips as she
woke up slightly and started to struggle against him.  The rest of his load
splattered her face and breasts, the white standing out even more against
the deep indigo of her skin.  She obediently swallowed what had landed in
her mouth, but her eyes promised retribution later.