An Unusual Partnership

[DormantEvil]

Relic

Kissing the base of his tentacles, Relic moved her mouth from one to the other, soon her tongue ran along the same path. It was actually easier than she expected to feel comfortable with her face so close to so many tentacles. But they were not so repulsive as one might have first imagined. Soon she found herself grinding against him more, his embrace helping to increase the friction. She was glad they were in water, it would make the process much less 'resistant'.

He rubbed at her ears and she purred, nuzzling his tentacles as they gently found her more sensitive of regions. It caused her to heat up dramatically quicker than any other activity, even compared to his rubbing between her legs, or the caress of her breasts.

Lifting herself up, she soon pressed his member against her warm enticing womanhood, testing his size. She was still young, but strong, and as she slowly drew him into her, she could tell he was going to fill her nicely. If not by a slightly more ample amount. Settling about half way down, she lifted off again, drawing him out again and with a quick motion impaled herself onto him again.

Her hips rocked back and forth, as she slowly raised up and lowered herself down again. Both of her hands moving to hold his shoulders. Her lips caressing his face.

 

[LordLuck]

Using both of his hands to help Relic lower herself upon his groin, Ma'ant gurgled again as he delved into the pleasure of the moment. His sensitive, ruddy skin was being sent on almost overdrive to enjoy such feeling as his... and hers. To a telephat, the feelings of it's parter were as true to them as they could be felt by them.

<Yes, Relic... you are wonderful...>

And so was Ma'ant, helping Relic ride him, every hump making his lenght drive deeper and deeper into her womanhood, her labia clenching around his girth as he filled her with gusto, short of hilting himself into her. But he did not. Taking care not to cause her any disconfort so far, he stood loving her while she rode him eagerly.

Taking his tentacles to wander around Relic's face in kind caresses, two of his tentacles turned to coil around both of her ears, sliding their wet surfaces against her soft skin in order to have her as pleased as himself, his other tentacles wrapping themselves around her neck. So frail she was. So weak. It would be so easy to snape her neck.

<Harder, my love. Harder. Hilt me into you.>

But he could not. He would not. She was his lover.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

There was a feeling of fullness as she continued to ride him, water splashing around her as she rose and fell onto him, repetitively. For now she kept to her slow but continuous movements, enjoying the feeling he gave her as she slowly relaxed around him. But once there wasn't the friction anymore, she did as he bid, and lowered herself down to his hilt. So that she settled over him completely. She sat there for a moment, arching her back as he played with her ears. Shivering in pleasure with each stroke. It was almost enough to cause her to climax, but she held back.

Closing her eyes, she moaned loudly. And started to writhe against him again, pressing her breasts against his chest as she was held to him.

For now, the coldness of outside, the mud and the dirt was far from her mind. Instead she was filling the room with her thoughts of it. The warmth, the pleasure, the flickering of lamp and candle light, how comfortable it felt. How inviting.

Soon she could not stand his caress of her ears, and had to remove one of his tentacles. Otherwise he would drive her over the edge, and she would ruin letting him arrive with her. Opening her mouth, he moaned softly in mid kisses, the tentacle grazing her lips.

 

[LordLuck]

And he had finally hitted it. But he could never allow himself to expend himself without even retributing Relic's favour as she straddle over him. Coupling his phisical feelings, the sensations washing over all his skin, the way that the drow moved herself over his phallus... with all the emotions that she felt and he could sense... and the warm water washing around the both of them...

<Relic... I'm at it... Take it all.>

He finally reached his climax. Exploding into Relic's womanhood, he sent jolt after jolt of his seed into her, caking her insides with his fluids, his hands pulling her against him, hilting himself completely and pinning her body against him, preventing her from moving away as the orgasm took upon his senses, his tentacles coiling tightly around her features, grabbing at her neck and her ears, his tentacle taken away snaking it's way upwards to her lobe even as she tried to take it away from her skin. He had to bring her the feeling as he had just reached it.

Ma'ant emitted a long, gurgling sound as he trashed his hips against Relic's, a long shiver of pleasure washing around every limp of his, the coiling of his tentacles turning ever tighter with a strenght she had not notived on them so far.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

He continued to throb and expand inside her as she moved against him, with each new motion it seemed to drive him harder, causing him to fill her more and more. Eventually she began to cry out with each thrust, her head bent back and body shivering as he spread her wider. It was like his member was getting ready to burst, and it was filling up like a balloon. Suddenly he spoke into her mind, his words laced with emotion, and then it was like the dam burst. He flooded her with his seed, the water beginning to become murky as it poured from her, unable to all be taken in.

He must have been made of a much higher percentage of fluid...was all she could think.

His grip became more firm and he held her close, for a moment he thrust wildly, and she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he roughly had his way. She was there, but for a few brief moments had no control over the situation. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she felt the overwhelming desire to bite down on his chest, where he was pulling her harder against him.

"Ma'ant..." she pleaded, but soon her lungs found it difficult to breathe, and she began to shudder.

Her own moment had arrived, and she came with overwhelming rush, his continual movements inside her driving her over the edge and into the beyond. Where all was electricity and pins and needles, and a numbing fullness. Her orgasm rippled through her body, and she made noises that could only be that of pure ecstasy.

His hands held her steadily, and his tentacles began to wind around her, and she soon felt as if he would draw her completely into him if he continued. But it wasn't unpleasant. She was afraid of what would happen if he continued, but in that moment she felt it greatly pleasing. And her teeth sunk into his chest as she nibbled. Enjoying the pain of him squeezing her tight.

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

It took him quite some time to awake from his primal ravaging of Relic insides. Even as she dug her long fingernails into his shoulder, even as she bite his chest, Ma'ant'Zek'Ur kept driving his long erection into her depths. Even as he delivered shot after shot of his seed into her welcoming womanhood, the illithid did not register anything except the feeling of all-filling pleasure, his every sense into overdrive as he reached his longest climax into the young drow's womb.

And he did not loosen his grip. He finally diminished his graps' strenght, as Ma'ant finally felt something different. An acridic taste in Relic. Was it... fear? Yes. By Maanzecorian, he was starting to strangle her. Uncoiling his tentacles from her features, leaving them limp around then, Ma'ant held Relic tight against him in a warm embrace, trying to soothe her over him, his phallus still hard into her.

<Relic... Relic... listen to me. It was awesome. It was wonderful. It was marvellous. Do not fear. Do not panic. I'm here. I'm Ma'ant.>

He told her as he took two of his tentacles to caress kindly at her long, wet hair, taking it from her face and hoping she would cease biting him. Not that it was painfulg, his ruddy sking dissipating most of the teeth's pressure away, but it was not confortable by any means.

<Come back to me, Relic.>

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

As he spoke into her mind she started to sense him relaxing, and when taking a deep breath was possible she did so. Letting up on her biting, even though she enjoyed it so. The fear had not been overwhelming, and she slowly continued to move against him as the waves of pleasure died down. With her mind regaining itself she looked up at him and licked at the bite marks on his chest.

"It's okay, I was quite enjoying that...as long as it wasn't getting any more restricting."

Laying against him, she occasionally squeezed her legs together, gripping him tightly. But eventually even that dimmed and she felt the comfortable and relaxed moment sending her closer to sleep. Her insides were hot, and she could tell that later on she would be feeling it still.

Stretching herself, she reached up and ran a hand through his tentacles, and nibbled on his neck softly.

<And yes, wonderful. Odd, but very wonderful.>

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

He embraced her own neck with his tentacles, using then to caress at her back with their cold points. She had been perfect. Almost too perfect for him. And somehow, Ma'ant knew he could trust her. She had not given him any reason to think otherwise, and she had even surrendered herself as to his caresses.

<Indeed it was. Perhaps... it's time for another... come.>

Ma'ant told her as he pulled her from him, and slowly lifted himself, kindly taking upon a towel and, as he took Relic from the tub, her nimble movements dulled by the confort of the pleasure they had just shared, he dried the both of them with the same piece of fabric.

The night was still warm, and the entrance to the balcony had been closed during their relation. Still, the room was quite cozy as Ma'ant worked the towel around Relic's skin, until he had finally found his new parter fit. Taking her by the hand, he finally decided to lead her around into his inner sanctum.

A large canopy bed stood on the far side of the room, almost 5 meters away from the tub. Ma'ant , not caring the littlest about their nakedness, took Relic by the hand towards it. Lifting the semi-transparent curtain with one hand, he motioned for her to get inside, into the darker ambient of his alcove. Lots of cushions of silk and linen, togheter with many sheets, kept the place soothing and inviting.

<Would you keep upon your promise, Relic... and share my bedchamber? Would you keep me warm for the night?>

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

Her legs were weak as he led her from the bath, dried her and took her hand. She walked behind him, and soon her eyes looked upon the curtain that he casually drew back. Inside was a elegant and luxurious darkness that beckoned to her. It was perfect. Pillows and blankets made it soft and warm, and the curtains gave it security and privacy along with darkness. It didn't take him more than asking before she slipped in through the curtain, wrapping and rolling herself around until the blankets and pillows seemed to cover her entirely. There she groaned in comfort before burrowing out again. Her head appeared among the pillows, and she smiled sheepishly. It was divine.

"You could not drag me away with horses, without losing a few pillows in the process."

Rolling around again, she found herself a comfortable place under the blankets and lay down beside where he appeared to prefer sleeping. His presence in the bed obvious from the mattress underneath.

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

<And why would I wish to drag you away?>

He commented, amused. Trully, he had forgotten that Relic had never enjoyed such luxuries that he was already used to, her juvenile appearance always putting in check her age and experience. Ma'ant pulled the curtain shut as he motioned himself into the sheets, allowing Relic her time and privacy before closing into her again, hoping that she would not fall asleep.

<Here, Relic... warm me up.>

In the midtime, outside, a couple of voidmind thralls took the tub silently away, at his mental orders. Ma'ant closed into Relic, taking her towards him with a kind motion of his arms, spreading the sheets away as he pulled her closer towards himself.

He was not spent yet.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

After absorbing the warmth from the pillows, Relic moved in closer to join Ma'ant. Her leg lay over his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, arm extended over his chest. She could hear the bath being removed from the room, and assumed it was through similar mental orders that he got them to take it away. But his servants and men did seem void of emotion like most had, there were no outbursts or joking, just silence and obedience. She enjoyed that, hoping one day to command such respect and have such power.

Deep down she imagined her castle, dark hallways and lockable chambers hiding her pleasures and keeping them 'safe'. Men and women would wander around in little clothing, working hard. Punishments would be swift, but rewards would be of immense enjoyment.

She had an image in her mind of a female drow, long silver hair like hers. This womans eyes were pitch black, covered over like orbs of pure darkness, she laughed with such menace. She was beautiful. Her body was framed with black leather armor, spikes of silver and chainmail breaking it up occasionally. In her hand she held a great sword, engravings on its blade showed great history. Blood dripped from its blade as she held it up above her head. Behind the woman a flag fluttered half burned, a white crescent moon, two crossed swords, and a purple background.

This memory seemed more like a dream, and was too vivid for her to have seen it with her own eyes.

<How warm do you prefer to be?>

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

It was... interesting. Or concerning? His natural curiosity prevent himself from noticing just how perilous Relic's thoughts could be. Or were they... memories? As he was not really probing into her mind, to prevent her the usual disconfort of such practice, he could not fetch most of the details. But it was a vision of... glee. To her. And to him. Somehow, such practices seemed to be one of her deepest desires. Would it be so?

The drow that she looked upon was so... somewhat... familiar. Of course, he had been dealing with Relic, so he had to be bent towards that way, but she shared so many common traces of her features with the little creature in his arms. Could it be a vision of the future? Or instead, a vision of her past? Was she a powerful relative to Relic? Or was Relic herself?

<Make me sweat.>

He said, pulling her closer, his tentacles working over her shoulders, snaking around her neck, rubbing her earlobes with great care. Although he had dried himself, his skin was still moisturized, as it was his nature - every inch of his touch a kiss on Relic's skin.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

Although the bed was comfortable, there was something about the power than Ma'ant had that urged her to do as he said. And if he wanted her to make him sweat, then she would do so, to the best of her ability. No matter how tired the comfort of the bed was making her feel. With added energy she climbed over to rest against him. The wetness all over his body was surprisingly good to feel against her skin, and it instantly reminded her of the bath. Which did nothing to stop her from heating up at the thought of feeling that good again. For now she felt a little bruised between her legs, from the stretching to take him all in, but she was a fighter by nature and bruising was natural.

Lifting herself up to lay down on top of his body, her legs naturally slipped around his hips and she rested there. Her fingers scratching up and down his chest as she purred against him. His touch around her earlobes causing her to breath heavier over time.

With less experienced motions she ran a hand down between his legs and started to massage. Running her fingertips up and down his length and occasionally down further or along his thighs or waist.



((Sorry, was having a brain freeze day yesterday (and possibly the day before as well), but I'm a little bit more imaginative now.))

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

(No problem at all.)
<Yes... Relic...>

Her confort and pleasure was read by Ma'ant with glee as he felt his own coupled with hers. It was wonderful. It was almost magickal. But she had already worked over him in the tub, Ma'ant turned out ot be in a different mood this time. He would be the one to excercise.

The illithid held the drow tightly before spinning her around from upside down, laying her under him into the bed, and climbing over her as a true lover would have done. Still, he did not penetrated her until she would tell him to, awayting her to be ready to cope with his size. As this position would send him even further into the young, small Relic, he would try not to break her apart.

And over her he kept the fondling, caressing her hair and face with his long tentacles. However, from this position, Relic could see under his tentacles. Ma'ant mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, powerful enough to dig into bone and flesh.

<When you are ready... tell me to go in.>

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

With a surprised shriek, Relic found herself flipped onto her back, and she giggled at her reaction. His body held above her, careful not to suffocate her with his weight. She lay under him, enjoying the caress he continued, and she closed her eyes for a while. Soon she opened them, and ran her hands up under the pillows. Her little fingers finding a gap in the bed head, which she held onto, stretching herself. Her eyes spotted his sharp teeth and for a moment she stopped.

"Yours are much sharper than mine, I do hope you'll be careful if they ever go anywhere near my more sensitive regions." Her joking manner was one of both interest and excitement. Why did his more dangerous side feel so easy to be turned on by.

"But, what do you use them for?"

She pressed her hips against his, slowly moving back and forth against him. Letting him know she was still interested in him, and only curious. Soon she cheekily used her thighs to grab hold of his hardening member. And squeezed it between the hot muscles, rubbing herself on him.

<I am ready, if you want me.>

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

<Do you have any doubt?>

For quite some moments, Ma'ant was happy to just rub his member between Relic's thighs, arousing himself even more as he used her hot skin as a masturbatory device just prior doing her properly. He covered her, his tall body completely hiding her frailty under his chest.

<This is hardly the moment to talk about my eating habits...>

Laying both hands over her thighs, and sliding them under Relic's members, Ma'ant slowly pulled them, spreading her legs aside in order to allow him a greater access of her womanhood. And he rejoiced quietly to see that the drow as still interested in mating him, even after seeing his features.

And then, positioning himself properly, in one long, fluid movement did Ma'ant hilt himself into Relic, his balls slapping against her.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

Shaking her head, Relic pulled her body up against him again, arching her back to do so whilst she kept her shoulders on the mattress. He moved to position himself between her legs, parting hers to do so. He exposed the wetness and the redness from their previous session, and with very little preparation he entered her. Her body stiffened underneath him and she shrieked out as he spread her womanhood again. This time in one motion, and to a further extent than earlier. A few tears sprung to her eyes, but they didn't fall from her eyelid. And soon he had her writhing underneath him, her body massaging itself as he held still deeply impaled inside.

And she moaned at the stiffness that she enveloped, and how it sent electricity up her spine and made her ears burn. She could feel the primal urges rising again, and removed her hands from the bed head to wrap around him. Her legs attempting to grip his sides as best she could.

Already her fingernails held fast against his back, and her mouth suckled against his chest.

 

[LordLuck]

Ma'ant'Zek'Ur

For quite some time did Ma'ant remain quiet and unmoving into Relic, taking his time to savour the aroma of her arousal, the movements of her womanhood adapting to accept his girth again, her delicious squealing as he invaded her most hallowed region in one long movement.

He was sure he had probably not being so deep into her as she rode him. She would not be as crazy as to have him hitting her cervix on and on... but he was sure he would do so. Her nails already started to dug into his back, and that adicional sensation was much welcomed. Indeed, Relic seemed to be much more of a feline creature than any of his previous lovers, her desire so savage... so pure.

And slowly, did Ma'ant lowered himself against her, forcing his hips further down into her still, grinding his erection into her womanhood.

 

[DormantEvil]

Again she cried out as he hilted into her, her womanhood painfully aware of how big he was. He was the first to spread her so far, as no man had been of his length and girth before. And the human men that had paid for her to bed them were by no means as well endowed, or even close. Her whole body seemed to writhe against him, and she ran her hands down his arms and took him hands. Pulling them up above her head to pin her arms against the mattress. She wanted his caress of her breasts, his tentacles too useful to ignore.

"Yes, please keep going." She whimpered, feeling his tip deep inside her, as tears fell into her cheeks from the sensitivity he caused.

She could tell that he would have her in fits if he thrust into her more than a few times, and already her juices were flooding around his shaft. Her body still coming down from her orgasm earlier.

"It feels so good, but Goddess you are so big...its painful, but I don't want you to stop."

 

[LordLuck]

Teasefully, Ma'ant still hanged his tentacles over her for quite some time before finally lowering them to explore at Relic's tummy and breasts, sliding them around her soft pale skin in order to excite her touch even more, all the while still grinding his groin against her, having her soak her womanhood in the long process. With a single tentacle, however, did Ma'ant take upon her face, using it to clean her tears away.

<You shall grow used to it, girl, for we are going to practice much. Every night.>

Taking a lasts tentacle to still scrub down her ear, slowly did Ma'ant raised himself, taking half his size out of Relic's womanhood... and strongly ramming himself into her, extracting a squeak. And so he did it again, slow and fiercely penetrating her.