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Dragonlance: The Orb of Passion
by PJ


Chapter 4

The two adult red dragons glided smoothly with wings outstretched as they
passed over the border of the Desolation.  Jenni clung intimately to Joar on
one dragon while Ulrym rode behind Azblan.  The two dragons dodged looming
peaks and dove down into deep gorges, searching for the elusive Lost Tower.
The group of evil adventurers searched all day, with no result.  The dragons
landed at daybreak upon a wide ledge near the mouth of a shallow cave.  The
dragons quickly returned to the air to hunt while the humans set up their
bedrolls and ate a cold dinner of travel rations.  Joar took first watch,
crouching down near the edge of the ledge as his companions fell swiftly into
an exhausted sleep.


Ulrym ran endlessly in the dark, pursued by a leering Joar who wielded a
gleaming dagger.
The thin mage's chest burned with exertion, his heart pumped loudly in his ears
as he sprinted onwards into the gaping void.  Suddenly, a warm light beckoned
Ulrym in the blackness.  He ran towards the glow, gasping as new strength
fortified his aching limbs.  Joar became smaller and smaller behind the wizard,
screaming in frustration while his prey escaped.  The light filled Ulrym's
vision, he blinked his eyes to adjust to the sudden illumination.  Ulrym
squinted, looking for the source of the light.  A perfectly round orb floated a
short distance away from Ulrym, it pulsed with a multitude of colored lights.
The object radiated heat, it warmed Ulrym's flesh, invigorated his body.

*You are close,* whispered the Orb in Ulrym's mind. *So very close.  Come to
me.*

"I will," promised Ulrym, kneeling before the Orb, adoring its radiant glory.


The wind gust tore at Linsha's cloak, making it flutter violently.  She
wrapped the garment tighter around her body, thrusting one foot in front of
another along the winding mountain trail.  Allustria was behind the knight,
followed in turn by Ayarlin and Phaelam.

"Pity you couldn't convince your lover to accompany us," remarked Phaelam from
the rear.  "We could have made better time if we were flying or something."

"I care for Dalamar deeply, but do you really want him with us if we find any
powerful artifacts of Istar?" retorted Ayarlin.

"Ah, point taken," replied Phaelam sagely with a nod.

"Shouldn't we be searching along the coast?  That's where the other artifacts
have washed up," said Allustria over the rushing wind.

"The coast has been thoroughly plundered," replied Linsha, keeping her eyes on
the trail ahead.  "If there are lost artifacts in the Desolation, I believe
they'll be further inland."

"Our leader imparts her Majere wisdom, you can't argue with someone like
that," smirked Phaelam acidly.

"Quiet back there, Phae," snapped Linsha irritably.

"Let's try to stay focused," advised Ayarlin.

"I want to make another few miles before nightfall," said Linsha, adjusting
the hood over her head before focusing all her attention on the terrain around
her.

The companions followed the trail till it ended within a narrow valley between
two jagged mountains.  The ground was covered in sparse brown grass, with a few
clusters of trees at the feet of both peaks.  Linsha elected to build camp near
a stand of trees at the head of the valley, where a small pond gleamed in the
golden light of sunset.  Phaelam gathered dead wood for a fire while Allustria
refilled the water bottles and Ayarlin began preparations for dinner.  Linsha
helped Ayarlin for a moment, then went to the pond to wash the dirt and fatigue
from her face and neck.
When Linsha returned, the campfire was crackling merrily, a fragrant stew was
cooking, and her comrades were sitting expectantly around the small blaze.

"Have you been able to sense anything, Ayarlin?  Any kind of magic in the
area?"

"Most mages don't possess such sweeping detection skills, Linsha," replied the
elf.  "I know a spell that can detect magic in a small, immediate area, but
nothing that could cover this entire region.  There wasn't a lot of lore about
this region before the Summer of Chaos, now there's even less known about the
area now that the Desolation has claimed it all."

"Damn," muttered Linsha, rubbing her chin and staring into the fire.

"Maybe we should have consulted with our operatives around Neraka to see if
they knew anything about this hunting party of dark knights," said Phaelam.

"There wasn't time.  We know the dark knights are in the Desolation somewhere
even as we speak."


"To be blunt, there's an awful lot of territory to cover.  Do you seriously
think we'll just stumble across these dark knights?"

"With the grace of the Goddess, yes," replied Linsha.

"Hmmph, for all the good that will do," snorted Phaelam.

"Don't you have any faith, Phaelam?" inquired Allustria.

"I lost my faith when the gods abandoned us all those years ago," whispered
Phaelam, regarding the wriggling flames with distant eyes.  "I only believe in
myself now."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," said Allustria sympathetically.

Phaelam grunted, keeping his gaze downcast.

"Dinner's ready!" announced Ayarlin, trying to break the dark mood of her
comrades.  "Let's eat."

After supper, the girls went to sleep, leaving Phaelam on guard duty with his
brooding thoughts.  He walked around the edge of the grove, hand on swordhilt,
eyes sweeping everywhere for signs of ambush.  He reached the end of the trees
and began walking along the side of the pond, listening to the gentle motion of
the water.

"Am I disturbing you?" asked Allustria, hands behind her back as she walked up
to join the knight.

"No, but you should be resting, Linsha will have us marching all day
tomorrow," replied Phae.

"Do you really have no faith in the Goddess, Phae?"

"Trying to restore my devotion, priestess?" smirked the knight.

"If I can, that's my job, to offer hope."

"I'm just trying to live a just and honorable life.  I'm a Knight of Solamnia,
my honor is my life."

"Sometimes honor isn't enough, we need love too."

"Love?  I gave up hoping for love when Emma died."

"During the Summer of Chaos?"

"Yes, when the gods condemned us all to hell."

"Phae, you can't give up, you have to be strong, for the Knights and for
yourself," said Allustria, placing her hand firmly on Phaelam's left arm.

"I will," promised Phaelam, turning to look at Allustria, noticing how the
bright light of the one moon gleamed in her short auburn tresses.  He caressed
her left cheek with one gloved hand, staring intently into her wide brown eyes.

"Phaelam," whispered Allustria, her lips trembling.

"Show me the love of the Goddess, and I will believe," smiled Phaelam, leaning
forward to kiss Allustria on the lips.  The cleric inhaled sharply,
experiencing the feel of a man's lips against hers for the first time.

"Phaelam, I can't!" gasped Allustria, backing hastily away from Phae.

"You said that we all need love, Allustria.  I need love, your love," declared
Phaelam, grasping the girl's shoulders again, kissing her passionately on the
mouth.  Allustria moaned in protest, trapped in the knight's grip.  As
Phaelam's mouth wrapped over hers, Allustria's struggles weakened, she put her
arms around the knight's neck and returned his embrace with equal fervor.
Phaelam slid his hands through Allustria's short hair, kissing her lips,
cheeks, and neck.

"Phaelam!" groaned Allustria, feeling her virginal womanhood growing hot with
excitement.  The knight broke away from the cleric to snap off his gloves and
begin the process of removing his armor.  Allustria slid out of her white robes
easily, then stood behind Phaelam, caressing his body with her hands, kissing
him delicately on the back of the neck as he discarded his attire.  When he was
completely naked, Phaelam spun around to face Allustria, wrapping his bare arms
around her narrow waist tightly.  Allustria giggled, crushing Phae's lips with
her own.  The knight cupped Allustria's bare buttocks, he squeezed them
tightly, rubbing his hands across their silky smoothness.  Phae sucked on
Allustria's lower lip, then ran his tongue down her small chin, across her
throat, and down to her small pert breasts.  He licked her right nipple, making
her squeal with delight.  He nibbled on her little bud, running his tongue
around the hard knob while Allustria panted in ecstasy.  Phaelam switched his
attention to Allustria's left nipple while his right hand slid between her ass
cheeks to fondle her wet pussy.  Allustria grew limp in Phaelam's arms, she
licked his wide shoulders as he sucked on her soft tits.

Phaelam lowered Allustria gently to the ground, placing her on the grass
before he opened her thighs and bent down to lick her glistening cunt. 
Allustra arched her back as Phae sucked on her small labia petals, his tongue
making her pussy burn when it slid over the opening of her vagina.  Allustria
pinched her quivering nipples, her moans husky with lust as she pressed her
legs against the flanks of her lover.  Phaelam spread open Allustria's pussy
with his fingers, inserting his tongue into her dripping slit.  Allustria
gasped when Phaelam entered her vagina, her thighs became weak, her pussy
spasmed as fresh cum splashed out from her womb.  Phaelam drank Allustria's
honey, the elixir salty and sweet at the same time.  Feeling his own genitalia
throbbing with desire, Phae straightened up, placing his trembling cock against
Allustria's pussy.

"Put it in, Phae," begged Allustria, her forehead beaded with sweat.  "Make
love to me."

Phaelam ran his right hand through Allustria's damp mane, watching as she
kissed his palm and sucked on one of his fingers.  He placed both hands on the
naked girl's hips, slowly pressing his member into Allustria's virginal hole.
Allustria shuddered when Phaelam broke her hymen, but the flash of pain became
a flood of pleasure when the knight started pumping deep into her belly.
Allustria held on tightly to Phaelam's elbows, thrusting her hips towards him,
moaning as she felt his shaft sink into her empty womb.  The lovers bucked and
gasped against each other until they orgasmed together, Phaelam's seed flooding
into Allustria's stomach.  Phaelam held himself over the panting Allustria with
his arms, smiling down at her until something smacked into the back of his
head.  The knight fell limply over Allustria as she screamed shrilly.

A tall hobgoblin rolled the unconscious knight away from a shivering
Allustria, his fanged maw opening into an obscene grin.

"Hello, pretty thing," chuckled the hobgoblin, leering at the naked girl's
sweat-adorned body.
*****************    


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