5 comments/ 23658 views/ 12 favorites Jungle Heat By: Koofoo95 The high green grass parted as a shadow of a figure crept through them, quickly, yet as silent as a hawk. The grasses became trees, an endless jungle that could overwhelm a seasoned explorer in minutes. But the jungle, in all its glory could not overwhelm one of its own; the jungle could not overwhelm the shadow, or one born of shadow. The darting shadow moved through the trees as if it were a clear path, following trails hidden among the dense underbrush. Suddenly, the shadow pauses on at the edge of a steep hill overlooking a crudely cut path. The path was a scar through the trees caused by the axes and torches of outlanders. But this scar made the outlanders easy to hunt, they only followed this path. Another shadow appeared without sound at the flank of the first. In the dim light of the twin moons faint features can be seen by those who look close. The first shadow is a woman of awe inspiring beauty and at first glance, she appears to be an elf. Her body is lean, well muscled, but not overtly so. Her breasts, held in check by two diagonally placed strips of cloth are proportional, high against her chest and firm like a fruit ripe for picking. Her snow white hair is pulled back in series of braids that fall down her lithe back. A shell of oiled leather protects her firm midriff from piercing blades and a matching set of leather bracers guards her slender arms. A set of shin guards protect the beauty's lower legs and hide the strings of leather sandals that snake up her firm calves. The humid air has created a thin film of sweat to gleam off of her body. Her skin is the deepest shade of black, like a starless sky at midnight. The dark elf Illia is testament to the beauty of her race, a perfect blend of warrior prowess and erotic sensuality. Around her slender neck is a black thong holding a small yet heavy gold scorpion, marking her as a Jelvea Tur or Scorpion Slayer, a much honored rank among her people. Finding a Jelvea is hard, finding one that is small enough to fit around ones neck is harder still, and bull Jelvea which can reach the size of a small house, do not take kindly to one trying to steal their young. Illia's partner, a dark elf male known as Yurel nocks an arrow into a bow made of the finest darkwood. The archer scans the trail with a practiced eye, looking for outlander scouts. He is taller and broader than his lithe companion his sculpted muscles bulge as he draws his bow string back. Wearing little more than leather harness for equipment and a set of leather trousers he has little protection. Yurel has always relied on his natural camouflage and his skills honed in over half a century of training than the trappings of armor. So far he stayed alive without too much injury, the patchwork of scars on his body are evidence to the dangers of his life. Out of the corner of his eye Yurel notices movement. Upon looking closer he sees an outlander, a pathetic human! Skulking through the brush along the side of the path the human is covered in bits of brush and twigs, a futile attempt at camouflage. Futile indeed, a dark elf could see as well at night as in the day. Yurel silently signals to Illia, but she has already seen the scout. Illia parts her lush lips and smiles. These outlanders have made it far too easy. Hunting intruders into the sacred lands of Teklamdor has turned from a sacred defensive duty to sport. Young dark elf warriors would boast about the numbers of skulls they had collected while their elders would look on beaming with pride. Outlanders had invaded the sacred lands of the dark elves, or drow in their native tongue, one hundred years past. A human explorer from a distant "empire" came looking to trade with the drow tribes living on the coast. The fools had agreed and than the pale skins came in droves. Armies landed upon the beaches and for all their glory, the coastal tribes were unable to repel the invaders. A string of towns soon popped up on the charred remains of drow villages and the outlanders began a campaign of exploiting the sacred homeland of Teklamdor. As the outlanders tried to expand their colonies inward, they soon realized drow were not the only threat the jungles had to offer. Monstrous war bands of giants began pillaging trade routes. Great, acid breathing dragons attacked caravans. Insects the size of horses made sure explorers were never seen again, all the while, the drow continued a relentless assault. One by one the outlander cities began to fall until only two were left. Two massive fortresses constructed of outlander stone and reinforced with powerful magic became impregnable citadels that the foreign invaders hid in. Now, only private groups of adventurers and treasure seekers brave the jungles to find the rumored riches of the inhospitable land. Cities made out of gold, vast mines filled to the brim with diamonds, and ancient, powerful magic have drawn countless numbers to their deaths, though one or two groups make it back to their fortress homes laden relics and baubles and grand stories fraught with danger and adventure. These survivors always lead to more and more outlanders out of their protective homes and into their painful demise in the jungles of Teklamdor. Illia readied her war chain as the human scout moved closer to the spot where she and Yurel laid in wait. The scout was good, she had to admit that. He moved silently and if his predators weren't drow, he probably would never been seen, unfortunately for him, Illia and Yurel were. The Jelvea Tur lashed out with her chain as the scout came into range. The weapon consisted of a length of light, black, chain fifteen feet long. A good three feet of the chain was adorned with hundreds of tiny hooks no bigger than a short nail, but as keen as razor. Poison gleamed in the moonlight on the tips of the hooks. The weapon shot out of underbrush and flew towards the scout. Guided by Illia's practiced hands the chain smashed into the human. The hooks dug in as the chain coiled around the scouts neck, crush his windpipe and shredding his skin while delivering a potent dose of poison. The scout dropped his blade and his hands swept up to the chain, franticly trying to unravel it and cry out to his companions. Illia pulled hard, snapping the human's neck. The only sound was a faint thump as his body slumped to the ground. Lukas Kain cursed his luck. Being drafted into the Imperial Army was never a good thing. But he would have loved to been sent to any of the numerous battlefields the Empire was waging war upon other than Teklamdor. Few returned, and those who did usually lacked some of the body parts they initially had. There he was, sitting in front of a roaring fire in the Jester and Wench, with a tankard in each hand and a pocket full of gold(that had once been a merchants, but that's beside the point), when suddenly the door gets kicked in and Imperial soldiers storm the tavern hauling off anyone of "questionable occupation" and enlisting them in the Emperor's Glorious Army. Questionable occupations were what Lukas did. He was a thief, a courier, and a con man. He stole from the rich and gave to the... well; he just stole from the rich. Lukas was crammed into an ill fitting breast plate that still had its former owner's blood on it, given a halberd, a helm and two months training. The training consisted of little more than a dwarf with tooth decay yelling at him and trainers pummeling him with practice swords. After that he was given an assignment(or death sentence), the Fort Herich, Teklamdor. A month's worth of travel dumped him in a tropical hell. The wind from the sea tore into him, the sun scorched his skin and the only shade was the jungle. Rule one about campaigning in Teklamdor, don't go in the jungle. And that was where Lukas found himself now, they jungle. The thrice damned Captain Meitz decided that the duty of converting the dark elf savages to the "light" of the Eternal Lord Kalkos fell upon the men under his command. Hells, Lukas didn't even believe half the dribble the garrison cleric spat at them every Godsday. But orders were orders and not following them meant death. Well, most of the time following them meant death. The Imperial military really was a quagmire. Lukas sighed to himself, coughing as his chest was compacted by his tight plate. Lukas made a decent fighter. Tall and agile he preferred a dueling blade or daggers to the heavy halberd he was forced to use. The armor just slowed him down while the helmet impeded his line of sight. His sweat soaked blond hair kept falling into his eyes, his boots were too small, his leather trousers were too big, and the blood flies seemed to find him the tastiest of any ten men in his squad. Hells he hated this place! Yurel peered out of his hiding place and picked out a target among the ten men that walked into his view. This would be too easy. "Remember Yurel, leave one alive." Illia purred as she readied her chain to strike out again. Their village needed slaves for hard labor, humans were the easiest to capture. "I will if you remember." Yurel replied as he nocks another obsidian tip arrow. The man in front of Lukas, a bury half-orc known as Yerzi dropped as an arrow imbeds itself in his thick, grey throat. The torch he carried fell out of his hands and plopped down in a puddle, extinguishing itself with a sizzle. Before Lukas can call out an alarm the sergeant, a vile woman named Kryza drops, an arrow in her eye. "Form up! Form up!" Lukas shouted. If the men had remembered their training, they may have flushed the hidden archer out, but, they didn't. Chaos ensued. Two men tore off into the jungle, only to have their screams heard shortly after. Lukas and the remaining men readied their halberds frantically trying to see their attackers. "Kalkos deliver me!" A soldier named Jaeger prayed fervently as he stabbed at the darkness. Shortly after a chain whipped out of the trees and encircled his ankle. He stared down in horror and franticly hacked at the chain. He got two blows in before the chain jerked and tore him from his feet, hitting the ground hard. His helm fell off his head with a clatter. He began to shriek in pain as the chain dragged him into the trees despite his frantic clawing of the ground. "Frederic, Vitz, with me!" Lukas shouted, unwilling to let the only soldier he didn't want to kill himself be dragged off into the jungle. "The rest of you stay here." Kain tore off into the trees, cutting through the dense trees with his halberd. Three paces in and Lukas found Jaeger, his head bent awkwardly to the side, his neck bulging. He braced his halberd in a defensive posture and scanned around. "Come on out." Lukas stuttered. "I'm warning you. There is another squad coming up the road, another legion .The whole damn Imperial Army." He was shaking so hard a simple glance would tell that he was lying; Suddenly the shadows in front of him seemed to explode outwards and into him, slamming him out of the path he craved and onto his back, skidding to a stop back out on the crudely built road. Lukas groaned in pain. He could feel a large dent in the plate digging into his chest from where he was attacked. Darkness was pulling at the corners of his eyes, threatening to overwhelm him. The sounds of combat: steel upon steel, the screams of the dying, filled the warm night air. Lukas painfully rolled his head to the side. He was staring into the mutilated face of his sergeant, the back of the arrow poked into his head, connecting him with the fleshy pulp of his former leader. The daze left and was replaced with an overwhelming sense of nausea. He looked up, towards the sounds of battle. The reaming men were fighting off a demon in with black skin. A very, very attractive demon, he thought to himself. Damn being a male. His sense back with him Lukas came up with a plan. He unfastened his breastplate while the she-demon, no, not a demon, a dark elf, was toying with the reaming legionnaires. He rose to his feat while tearing his helmet from his head and shouted out. "Take this you elven bitch!" With that he hurled the pot helmet at the back of the drow warrior. And then he ran. Illia instinctively ducked as the improvised missile hurtled towards her. The helmet whizzed over her and bashed one of the humans in the face. His cry of surprise was soon ended by an arrow to the neck. Illia quickly finished off the few men left and cocked an eyebrow at the helmet. "Yurel, where did that come from?" She asked, rolling up the chain, mindful not to cut herself. "One of the humans threw it." Yurel replied stepping out of tree line. He made a quick count of the dead. "And it appears that the human ran away." The two drow looked at each other, than towards the sound of rapid foot falls. A lone human warrior with long, blond, hair and without weapons or armor ran down the road away from the combat. Yurel took aim with his bow. "Shall I?" He asked as he tracked the man. "No we need one alive, I will go after him." Illia replied attaching the chain to her belt. "I will meet back at the village before tomorrow night." "If you wish." "It'll be fun." With that Illia tore off after the human, darting between the trees and heavy underbrush, quickly closing on her prey. Lukas didn't know he could run this fast. Of course he never had the opportunity to try. Sure the guards occasionally chased him, but they were easily avoidable. A she devil with a chain that was another story. He sprinted back up the trail running as hard as he could, but soon succumbing to fatigue. His sides cramped, his legs were sore, and his chest ached from where he was hit. Hells he hated this place. He reached a shoddily constructed bridge spanning the length of river before collapsing in a panting heap. "Well, I didn't think you would make it this far outlander." A feminine voice called out in Imperial. To Lukas, her voice was like a chorus of evil angels. He turned to see the attractive chain fighter. A strange feeling of lust and fear struck, mostly fear though. Lukas began back peddling. "How do you speak my language?" Kain shouted out, trying to stall for time. "Ignorant Outlander. I am a Speaker as well as a Jelvea Tur. I speak many languages." Illia slowly followed the human onto the bridge. "Jelvu-what? Never mind, why did you attack me and my men?" "Why did you come here?" Illia countered. "To convert heathens into... Good point." Lukas replied after he thought about the situation. "I'd of killed 'em to." "You care so little for your comrades?" Illia inquired. "Those bastards? Well except for Jaeger, I'm kind of glad you killed them." He said sheepishly. How odd. The apathy towards ones comrade was what originally tore the Great Drow Empire apart. Now Illia would throw her life away for any of her fellow soldiers. This human was interesting, she might not hurt him too much now. "This Jaegar, was he your mate?" Illia asked, curious about the human's nature. "What? No, no not at all! He was just a friend!" Lukas stammered out, surprised by the question. "Do dark elf men, you know, together?" Illia arched an eyebrow obviously confused at what Lukas was saying. He tried again, willing to talk about anything to try to keep himself alive. "Do men lie with men? Um, do they share passions. Do they..." Lukas tried to think of another way to say it. "Fuck. Do males fuck one another? That is the human word isn't it, fuck? To thrust ones member into another male's..." Illia answered. "Yes!" Lukas cut in. "That is the human word for it." "Well yes, don't human males?" Illia asked again, curious to how this conversation was going to play itself out. This man was one of the more interesting males she'd captured. "Well, um I've heard some do. Rarely in the Empire, the Empire's Church of Kalkos tends to frown on things like that." "Why?" "I don't know, it's a sin of some sort. That's never stopped some of the priests, but I don't know, I don't really believe any of that sinning bullshit anyways." "You have a fascinating culture human." Illia replied looking at him the way she would a creature at a zoo. "Um, thanks, I think. So dark elf men really, fuck each other. Wow." Lukas continued stalling for time. "Men lay with men, men lay with women, and women lay with women. There are so many ways to die in the jungle why not lay with who you enjoy?" She felt a new heat begin to wash over her, a heat not from the jungle as she remembers the many passionate nights spent between the bed sheets with men and women. "A decent point." A few moments of silence passed when Lukas asked. "So, are you going to kill me now?" "No. Your going to be sold into slavery." Illia replied as she began to walk towards him. Lukas slowly began to crawly backwards, the bridge rocking with each step. "Come now! You don't need to sell me! You said I was interesting." He pleaded. "Well you are interesting, and you look like you could be fun." Lukas balked at this comment. "But my tribe demands that I bring a slave back." Suddenly the bridge cracked and lurched to one side. Decades of use should have wrecked the crude structure, but time was making up for itself. The bridge careened to the side hurling a very surprised Illia and Lukas into the river below. The strong current swept the pair up river, tossing them like stones. Illia kicked her legs out and forced herself to remain upright, trying to keep her head above the water. Lukas went under, fast. Underwater, drowning, and scraping up against the rock floor, hells he hated this place! Lukas tried to swim upwards, but he was spinning so fast he didn't know which way was up. He kicked his legs hard and felt something hard crack him in the head. Than all he knew was darkness. Illia looked around for the human. Damn outlander lost himself under the water! She cursed her luck and dove beneath the raging water, unwilling to lose her hard earned slave. Feeling around her hand hit something fleshy. Groping around she found what felt like a belt. Hoisting upwards with all her strength Illia and her unconscious slave broke the surface of the water. The drow wrapped an arm around Lukas's skinny torso and dragged him towards a nearby shore. Illia felt her feet hit the ground when the pair was blasted with another swell and pulled back into the roaring river. Scanning the area ahead while trying to keep Lukas from drowning, Illia's heart froze. The water seemed to flow over the edge of the earth and drop down into oblivion. Illia knew that this river broke over a waterfall, though she had never seen the falls with her own eyes. The drow had a feeling she would see it very soon. The last sound she was the roar of the falls. Than Illia slipped into unconsciousness. Lukas awoke with an aching head, but luckily he managed to find a pillow to rest his weary head upon. He rolled onto his stomach. The bed stirred below him. Wait. Beds don't move, nor are they this uncomfortable he thought to himself. Opening his eyes he looked down. He was lying on top of Illia's semiconscious body. And her top was off. He stared at the beauty before him. Her breasts weren't the largest he'd ever seen, but at the same time, neither were they the smallest. They were perfectly proportional to her body, and quite perky. Her nipples pointed upwards and were a slightly lighter color than her obsidian skin, possessing a purplish hue. Lukas immediately felt his member begin to harden. Illia felt like the weight of the world was on her body. Opening her violet eyes she looked down to see the Outlander's head between her breasts. She unintentionally moaned as she felt the human's hot breath wash of over her sensitive nipples. "Lick them my pet..." Illia muttered in Drow. Than as her head cleared she realized what was happening. "Get off me you bastard!" Illia slapped her hand down on the human's head. Jungle Heat 'Hey dumbass, you're lucky your dumb ass didn't catch anything.' I look down at the papers Dr. Kaplan handed me. I was sweating bullets ever since she called me in this morning for my STD and HIV tests, and I'm lucky that I didn't catch anything from my little 'sexcapade' last month. 'Use a condom next time, dumbass,' I continue to berate myself. I can't help it. I was beyond lucky that Q was clean and that I didn't end up pregnant. Especially with me not being on the pill and not using any contraceptives. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I chant to myself as I slap my forehead to match each word. "Forgive me, momma." Leaving my university's health center, I let my eyes adjust to the change of lighting. It was a lot brighter outside, the sun shining brightly on this exceptionally warm autumn day. The landscape was already littered with the reds, yellows and oranges of the trees' fallen leaves, and for just a moment, I reminisce back to my childhood, when my sister and I would jump onto piles of leaves and search for the prettiest leaves to press in our books. 'From now on, I'll only be jumping leaves instead of bones," I mumble to myself, miserable even after knowing my results. Ever since my fallout with Q, I have not been back to his room. I avoid him at all costs, opting to study at the library than in my room like I normally do. My roommate Ella keeps telling me when Q would stop by, but I'd just nod and change the subject. I feel bad because I was the reason why I felt awkward around him now. Even as I tell myself over and over that he doesn't know that it was me, common sense knocks at the back of my head and reminds me that Q isn't as dumb as I'd like him to be. Shaking the thoughts away, I look down to check the time on my phone. And then, my hand tightens around it. 'You gave your virginity away to somebody that isn't even in your phone,' common sense tells me. Oh great, as if I wasn't feeling lower than dirt already. "Stupid, estúpido, baka," I start chanting in different languages, because guess what? My stupidity is universal. With my eyes dancing listlessly around with no true direction, I end up at the library and accidentally bump into a hard body. "Umph!" I yelp as I find myself on the floor, my test papers scattering. My face burns as I race to pick them up. Out of the corner of my eye, I realize the person I bumped into was picking one of them up. Mentally screaming, I rush over and snatch it out of his hand, hoping he didn't see anything. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you. And uh, thank you for helping..." I shut up when I realize I'm talking to Otis. Crap. Crap, crap, holy fuck ME! As I contemplate making a dash for the exit with my tail between my legs, Otis cracks a smile and pulls me into a side hug. "Dee! So this is where you've been hiding out." Fighting down the blush creeping across my cheeks, I shake my head and laugh nervously. "H-hide? Why would I be hiding?" Otis shrugs. "I don't know. Q just says he can't find you whenever we ask about you. Jimmy and I were starting to think you were the master of Hide-and-Seek." Faking a smile, I start folding the papers in my hand and stuff them in the folder I was given at the health clinic. "Well then, it looks like it's your turn to hide." Otis laughs and releases me from the hug that grew increasingly awkward with each passing moment. "I would, but I actually came to the library to check out a few movies for this weekend." Curious, I look up at him. "What's happening this weekend?" With his cheeky smile, Otis started walking towards the circulation desk. Already caught, I decided to tag along for his answer. "Nothing, really. Q is going home for Labor Day weekend and Jimmy is driving down to Las Vegas with a few of his buddies, so I have the room to myself." Pulling on my hair, I frown. "Oh, I'm sorry. If you start getting lonely, you can always hang with me and Ella." He grinned, and one of his dimples flashed at me. I didn't even know he had dimples. "Thanks for the invite, but I'll probably just watch these movies and play the game," he explained as he finished checking out. I smiled. "You know, I always watch you guys play Madden and I wish I was good enough to play." Otis threw me a sideways glance and I busied my hands with my hair. "A girl that wants to play Madden? Now that's a first." I rolled my eyes. "I happen to like games; I just don't have my own console to play on." Otis' grin grew wider. "Well, how about later tonight you come over and let me stomp you on Madden?" I paled and looked down at the ground. Noticing that I stopped, Otis turned and shot me a quizzical look. "Um, I'll pass. I-I'm a sore loser and I'll rage quit before we actually get anywhere in the game." "That's okay. If you want, I can show you how to play first and I promise I won't gloat if I win." Shit. Why's he being so nice to me all of a sudden? I look up at him with suspicion. "Why do you want me to hang out with you so badly?" His grin faltered. "I don't. You just said that you wished you could play Madden and I offered to play with you. You're the one who suggested we hang out in the first place." He turned and started for the exit again. Feeling guilty, I caught up to him. "Sorry, Otis. I didn't mean to make you sound clingy back there." We were walking through the quad back to our dorm. Otis looked over at me with an odd expression. "Are you alright, Dee?" Eyes widening, it took me a moment to answer. 'Why is he so damn perceptive?' "I... uh- I've just had a lot going on and stuff to figure out," I lamely answered. Otis nodded. "College will do that to you." 'Oh, yeah,' I grimly thought to myself. ******** Somebody call a doctor! I can't move. No, seriously, I'm frozen in front of Q's door. My arm is raised as if I'm about to knock, but instead I just stand there looking at the dark wood two inches away from my face. The events of 'that night' come rushing back and despite myself, I squirm with anticipation. I already know I'm moist; I can feel it pooling between my legs. Gritting my teeth, I try to steel myself away from those teasing scenes of touching and grabbing, licking and moaning. Instead, I think back to how he tried to kiss me and embarrass me in front of Otis and Jimmy. I get angry as soon as the memory comes back. It so thoroughly consumes that I don't hear the door crack open. "...Dee? What are you doing?" Otis asks me. My mind immediately clears and I look up with a start. "Um... eh?" I say with confusion. "Um, that's not right... I'm here!" Otis kept his face steady, though I could see in his eyes that he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Indeed you are. Come on in," he says, backing up so that I could enter. Blanching, I simply nod. "Right." As I walk past him, I find myself breathing in the scent of his cologne. I enter the room and breathe a sigh of relief. 'Good. Q isn't here.' "Jimmy and Q are already gone?" I ask as Otis begins setting up the TV. "Yep," Otis says as he looks for the cord he needs. "So, which is it? Madden or movie?" Not really thinking, I answer. "Let's do a movie first. I think I saw 'Lion King' in that stack of yours." Otis grinned. "Well, it is the greatest movie of all time. Movie it is." Before I knew it, the movie was going and Otis had arranged the futon. Handing me a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, Otis went to turn off the lights before taking a seat next to me... Shit. We should've played the damn game first. "Uh, Otis? Could you turn the lights back on?" The previews still going, Otis looked at me and the light from the TV revealed his confused look. "I thought you would like the whole theater set up? You know, big screen, big sound, no lights." I glanced over at the monster of a screen the guys had brought in the second week of the school year. It took all three of them to move it in and mount it on the wall. My heart thumping, I mentally shook myself and tried to focus on the 'Toy Story' preview. "You're right. It's better with the lights off." For the next hour, though, I couldn't be more wrong. As hard as I tried, I just couldn't watch one of my favorite movies because instead my mind assaulted me with my own personal movie of hair-pulling and skin-scratching. The whole time I was sitting there and I just kept getting wetter. I tried not to squirm, and luckily, Otis didn't seem to notice. I did my best not to look at Q's bed, but it was right next to me and I kept getting assaulted by the memories. The memory of Q teasing the tip of my nipple with his tongue flickered across my retinas as "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" began to play over my eardrums. My heart beat like a dancing drum as phantom moans and sighs finally drowned out everything around me. My hands tightened in the blanket Otis offered me, yet I forgot to catch the throaty moan that left my lips as I orgasmed. My center tightened and released before I could process what was happening and now strong hands were gripping my shoulders. My eyes still glazed, they met the honey orbs belonging to an attractive face. My eyes roamed over his light brown skin, the golden freckles under his eyes and the smooth lips that curved up in concern. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were gliding up his arms and over his chest, pushing him down on the futon and moving to place myself above him. A leg moved up in between his thighs and my body angled itself so that he could get a good look at the milk chocolate skin that dipped down into my low-cut shirt. Suddenly, the jeans I was wearing were constricting, and I longed to have them off. 'He's so warm,' my mind echoes through the fog. 'I want to get closer,' so I did. I press my curves against all his hard places and we meld together beautifully. My tongue travels along the curve of his jaw, nipping at places that tasted of his cologne. 'Mmmm... so good.' My hunger rising once more, I couldn't stop as my lips smashed against his, finally capturing them as my own. Salty butter teased my taste buds as I explored his mouth. 'Yummy... tastes like popcorn.' Popcorn. Movie... Lion King... Otis! And then I woke up. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't a memory. This was real life and I was seducing Q's roommate, my friend. Yanking away, I moved off the futon and stood in the center of the room. I knew I looked crazy, because my eyes felt wide and I was looking from my hands to Otis and back to my hands. 'What have I done?' common sense finally yelps. Dammit! Where were you BEFORE?! So busy was I in my thoughts that my senses failed me again. Suddenly I was being pulled against his body and his lips captured mine. His hands began to roam, dancing down the curve my back and over the curve of my backside. He lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist before I could think about what I was doing. But then I felt the pressure between my legs and I knew I had to stop what HE was doing. Unlocking my legs and pulling away from him, my body did the first thing that came to mind. My eyes widened as I looked at my hand. I looked at him and watched in horror as his hand rubbed at the spot my hand made contact. "Sorry!" slipped out of my mouth, breaking the deadening silence that had begun between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Nala slowly lick Simba's face. 'We're seducing the only alphas around us. Bad kitties.' I looked up at Otis and stepped back, his eyes dark from whatever he was thinking. 'Looks like he won't be accepting that apology.' "Sorry for what? Feeling me up or slapping me?" Otis asked, his voice laced with an emotion I couldn't quite catch. Blushing, I looked down at the floor. "Both," I manage to whisper. "Dammit, Dee. When I said you could come over to play some games, I didn't mean this type of game." I watched him, confused as he walked away from me. "I-I'm sorry. This was completely my fault." I wanted to slap myself. 'Now, look what you've gotten yourself into, you big pervert!' "I really wish you hadn't done that," Otis softly replied. "I shouldn't have come over. Maybe if I had brought Ella..." All I wanted to do was run down to my room and lock myself in there forever. I snapped out of my self-despair when Otis coldly chuckled. "You have some really twisted ideas, Dee." My brow burrowing in confusion, it took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. "Wait, what?! No! That's not what I meant!" 'And the hole gets bigger. Keep digging, dumbass,' my conscience yells at me. "Then what did you mean, Dee? What were you trying to do?" Otis asked, his voice dripping with pain. "I...I..." I didn't know what to say. Because I'm such a bad liar, the truth tumbled over my lips instead of an excuse. "I've been having disturbing dreams lately! And... and this time I couldn't control it. I'm so sorry! This was NOT supposed to happen." "Disturbing dreams? What's going on, Dee? Do you need to see a psychiatrist or talk to someone?" The way Otis looked at me as he expressed his concern made me want to tell him everything. About Q. About the tests. About how stupid I am... "No," I lie. "I'll work through it." "Yeah, me too." Otis mumbled something, but I couldn't hear him over the movie. "Wait, what was that?" Otis looked over at me, as if unsure of what he wanted to do. "Nothing. I just remembered I have a lot of work to do. Could you please leave?" Those four words doused me with ice as Otis refused to look my way. "O..." "We'll talk later. Just go get yourself together." "Oh...okay." I walk past him and realize as I leave that Nala and Simba have parted ways as well. ********* Tick. Tap. Tick. Tap. It's the only sound I hear as I slowly walk down the corridor. It's a Friday night, so of course most of the people on my floor have gone out or went home for the weekend. Why then, was I still here? Why wasn't I home with my family and NOT ruining the few friendships I have? Getting warm, I remove the blanket from around me... dammit! Otis' blanket. The one that he gave me before the movie started. Shaking my head in confused shock, I slowly turn around and look at the door that seems to hide more secrets than my own. 'I should've realized I still had this,' I think as I retrace my steps, wishing I could just run away. It never occurred to me that I could've just given it to him tomorrow in the safety of light until I was already pushing his door open. "Hey, O..." His name died on my lips as my eyes strolled down to his hips, or rather, what was between his hips. His eyes closed and pants undone, I laid eyes on a member of his family that I should have never had a chance to meet. There he was, giving himself pleasure as his body arched against the very friction of his scorching touch. A low growl rumbled through the room and its source wasn't from any of the lions on the screen. I grew weak in the knees, embarrassed when I should have looked away but the ache between my legs grew louder with each stroke and each pull Otis made. My inner walls clasped down sharply at the sound of his moans and I had to let myself fall against the wall. Memories came back even sharper now, but they must be visions instead because... mmm, what's his name?... had been replaced by Otis and he was doing the job just fine. I wanted his hands all over me, a pleasure I denied myself the first time around. I won't be making the same mistake twice. 'No! Don't even think about it! Leave this place NOW!' my conscience told me, and Lord knows I wanted to listen, but I couldn't move. I was consumed with my own lust, my own wants, my own desires. I was trapped. I couldn't move to leave and I couldn't move to his lap and thrust him deep inside... AHHH! I gasp at the erotic image, and the sound I made must have finally grabbed his attention. Otis looked at me with surprise, eyes wide as his hand went for that final stroke. "Dee!" he yelled before he came and left his juices all across his now bare chest. Whether he yelled in surprise or in ecstasy, I couldn't tell. My eyes wouldn't leave his body. Stuffing his hardening member back into his boxers, Otis walked up to me. I froze as his arms reached out, but he only went to close the door I had forgotten I opened. "Shit!" I heard him mumble as he locked the door. "Dee! What are you doing here? I told you we'd talk later." "I...you...blanket," I lamely replied. I was still very aroused and I couldn't look at him. Hell, I could barely keep myself standing. "You could've kept it," he said, his voice rough with passion. "You didn't need to see that." I knew he was watching me intently, but my eyes were still locked on the place that he was sitting moments ago. Grabbing the shirt that he must've removed after I had left, Otis quickly wiped his chest dry. "Dammit, she's in shock," I heard him mumble. 'Hell yeah, I'm in shock! You got a body that's even more rockin' than What's-His-Face?!' I think to myself. Why do I suddenly have a case of amnesia? "Dee, I'm sorry. I know you're still innocent. I should've locked the damn door." Otis was running his fingers through his hair. Hair that was curly and pretty like Bruno Mars. 'Damn... he does look like Bruno, doesn't he? Except taller... much taller,' I think to myself as my eyes suddenly began to travel up his back since he wasn't looking at me. For some unexplainable reason, Bruno Mars' "Gorilla" started playing in my head and I knew I couldn't stop my jungle of passion. I crept up behind him and pulled him flush against my body, my lips traveling over his back as my tongue darted out to taste him. His muscles tensing, Otis ripped himself away from me, stumbling onto his futon as he looked up at me in shock. "What the hell, Dee? You're doing it AGAIN," Otis accused, trying to right himself on his futon. But I wouldn't let him. I let the blanket fan out behind me as I put us in a position very similar to the one we were in earlier tonight. "I'm sorry," is what I murmur as I kiss up his chest, tasting the essence that he had tried so hard to rub off. "Dee, stop..." Otis moaned. I froze, not sure what to do. He said stop. I don't want to rape him. That would be really bad. 'Says the girl who raped Otis' roommate just last month.' Stupid conscience! You're NEVER around when I need you the most! Pouting, I got a hold of myself and put my head in my hands. I fall back onto my knees, wondering what in the hell I was trying to accomplish. I already sexed up a friend of mine that was blindfolded and drugged. Now I'm trying to sex up a friend of mine that clearly doesn't want me because he KNOWS it's me. And on top of that, my friends are ROOMMATES. Dammit, Dee! When did you stop thinking?! Tears were rolling down my face at this point, and I didn't realize Otis reached out to hold me until I was burying my cheek into his chest- the very same chest I was kissing only moments ago. "I'm sorry..." is all I can say. "It's okay, Dee. Just don't cry anymore." Otis wrapped his blanket closer around me and I shook my head, not understanding the bubbles of warmth that seem to be cloaking my heart. What's wrong with me? "Nothing's wrong with you," Otis declared. Did I say that out loud? "You're fine. I'm the one with the problem." My cries quieting, I peek up at him. "What are you talking about?" I could feel his chest arising against me as he took in a deep breath. "What I'm saying is that I can't get a grip on my emotions. I've been catching feelings and I don't need that. I don't need that kind of drama in my life." Pushing away from him, I wrapped the blanket tighter around me as I looked at the TV. Oh goody, Simba's having a heart-to-heart with his father. Dammit, I knew I should've gone home this weekend. Jungle Heat "Nobody needs that kind of drama," I mumble to myself, thinking about what I had done with Q (oh, NOW you remember his name...err, letter). "No lust, no love, no relationships." I chuckled darkly. "I've just realized I'm not ready for it." "Nobody needs it... doesn't mean we stop wanting it," Otis declares. "Ain't that the truth," I mumble, but he hears me and starts laughing. I look over at him and his other dimple comes out to say hi. 'Too cute...' "Hmm?" He asks, looking my way. "Uh..." Did I really just say that out loud? "I- I think your dimples are cute." He looks down at me, his honey gaze almost glazing me as he looks me over. "I think everything about you is cute." Ba-thump. He does? Wait, what? "Really?" I breathe out, a little too huskily if you ask me. His hand comes to cup my face, and I feel his breathe tickling my skin. "Yes, really." I look up at him skeptically. The guy is gorgeous. Why would he be interested in me? "For how long?" He smiled, his gaze dancing over my lips. "For as long as I can remember." My body starts humming as I nervously lick my lips. As expected, his eyes never left my lips. "I thought you just said you didn't need that kind of drama. You know, love and what not." "True," he says as he bends down. "Doesn't mean I don't want it," he whispers against my lips before he claims them once more. Without his coaxing, I was already down on the futon, allowing him to hover above me. His lips never left mine as he did away with the blanket that I had grown attached to, discarding it to the floor beneath us as he settled in between my legs. My center reignited, I closed my eyes as his hands wandered. Where his hands went, his lips followed, and I whimpered at the trail he scorched down my body. I bit my lip as he bit my throbbing tip, lapping at the sensitive skin on my breast. A free hand caught my other nipple and I hissed as he began to tease them relentlessly, moving back and forth between my peaks and dipping his tongue into the valley that flowed straight down into my navel. He lingered here, flicking his tongue in and over my taut belly button as his hands softly grazed over my soft and tamed mound. He spread my thighs wider as he tauntingly rubbed the soft skin there. I moaned, holding back the urge to laugh. "D-Don't... I'm ticklish," I whimper. His low chuckle flowed over me as the sound of his voice coated my wall with juices just begging to be tasted. "That's good to know." Before I could ask what he meant, two fingers were inside me and I was gasping for my breath. My walls coaxed him in, begging for his fingers to go deeper. And he did. Pulling out and going in a bit further as my mind became clouded. "Stop... playing around," I plead, wanting him on top and kissing me. Instead, he removed his fingers and ran his tongue against my other set of lips and I cried, colors jumping all over my retinas as my body became lit with tiny explosions. "Oh Dee, you know I like to tease," he whispered against me. I grit my teeth as I shook my head. Not here, not now. No teasing, I silently ask, thinking back to the times that he would torment me when I came down to their room. He'd get me all bothered and then make me smile all over again. "I hate you," I mutter through my hazy mind, hoping that his lips would never stop doing their devilish little tricks. "Hmm, that's too bad. I actually like you," Otis says as he comes back up to kiss me. I moan as I taste myself on him, barely recognizing what he told me. As he kissed me, I realized that his arm was stretching out for something. One of my own arms snakes up around his neck and grabs hold of his pretty hair, smashing him even closer to my body. He chuckled again. "Slow down, Dee. I have to put this on first." Confused, I pull back so that he can push himself away from me as he fumbled with the tiny packet in his hands. I blush as I realize what it is, but I can't turn away as Otis pulls his penis out from his boxers and slides it on. I mentally slap myself, realizing that I should have been the one to bring up contraceptives. You JUST left the health clinic this afternoon, dumbass. My mental reprimand soon gets discarded because Otis is now over me, staring down at me and smiling softly. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs as one of his hands pulls gently on my hair. As he entered me, I realized that I believed him. The memories of that night cannot compare to what is happening right now. A chair can get the job done, but now I'm lying down as he's on top of me, driving deeper into me than any horizontal position could ever do. I gasp as I take in his full length, unable to comprehend the size and girth that was wreaking havoc on my inner walls and making me squirm and sweat. He found his tempo and he was beating it like a pro. I couldn't breathe because he was knocking the wind out of me. So calculated and precise were his movements that he hit the right spot every. Single. Time. For a second there, I think I blacked out. But I'm back, riding the waves of ecstasy until I realize that I'm above him now and he's arching against me, his body silently pleading for me to slam down against him. So I did, arching my back to get the best position possible. Our bodies danced, glistening with the moist heat that had grown between us. "Otis," I helplessly cry out, loving his name on my lips as he proceeds to try to break me in two, loving me roughly and touching me softly. His hands were on my hips and they ventured to my bouncing ass and massaged the cheeks, making me shiver and quiver above him as once again I'm hitting an orgasm that washes over me like a summer's rain. "Dee," he trembles below me before once again switching our position. Now I'm on his lap and I'm riding his still hardened dick, but now I could feel it pulsating within me, and I knew he was close to the edge. But the position we were in now was too similar to the last night I was in this room. No... it was different as well. Otis knows it's me, his hands are traveling my body as he dives deeper into my succulent waters and his eyes meet mine as I take his lips for myself. Q would never do something like this with me, rolling around in the throes of passion. 'What the fuck's wrong with you, Dee? I don't want you like that!' His voice taunts me in my ear and I push it away with Otis' moans and groans. The man in front of me right now, wants me for me. It's what I want, right? As my teeth teasingly nip at the skin between his neck and shoulder, I feel his body tightening before he releases, and I'm almost disappointed that he didn't cake my walls with his juices, but rather the condom I almost forgot was there. As he arrived, he growled, matching Simba's roar as he stood proudly on Pride Rock. I collapse on top of him, listening to our slowing breaths and our rapid heartbeats. "Hey, Dee?" Lazily, I look down at him. "Hmm?" I offer, too tired to give anything else. I hear him chuckling as he slowly repositions me until my back is to his chest. He grabs the blanket off the floor and throws it over us. "I hope you don't regret giving your virginity to me," he whispers. Stiffening slightly against him, I didn't know what to say. My body and mind worn out from the day's events, I just shook my head. "Oh, good." I could hear the smile in his voice. "One more thing. Would you be my girlfriend?" I hear him say as sleep begins to sink in. "Mmm... sure, why not?" is what I softly murmur before I drift off into darkness. In my dreams, the jungle heat returns to me again, but this time, it's Otis that cools me off. ********* I look down at the sleeping beauty below me, and I smile despite myself. Even if she doesn't remember, it was nice to hear her say she'd be my girl. 'My girl.' I suddenly wrap an around her and grab her breast, almost possessively. Her small orb was completely covered by my hand, yet it made me happy for some reason. But the paper I held in my hand earlier today soon started to wash away some of that happiness. I had picked up papers that said that Dee went to get tested. From what I could tell before she snatched it away, she was clean. I look down at her sleeping frame, noticing how her hands curl in her sleep. When I asked her about my taking her virginity, she simply shook her head. She didn't deny it, but she also didn't say anything at all. I frown as I pull her close to me, starting to succumb to sleep's temptation. It doesn't matter. As long as she will have me, I'll be the only man she'll ever need in her life. ********* It seems I still haven't learned my lesson. Congratulations, Dee. You've just slept with two of your friends that happen to be roommates. 'Hey, dumbass... you're STILL a dumbass.' Jungle Heat Lukas was in heaven. Lying on top of a very attractive and nearly naked drow, her moaning and whispering in that angelic language. Than it hit him, or she hit him. Lukas rolled off of her and began frantically apologizing. "I was unconscious, swept up on the shore like we are. Your top was already off, I didn't do any thing." He began to babble like a grade school student caught cocking a fell on a classmate. Well, in a way he was. "You were moaning and I thought that you might, well, uh, please don't kill me." Illia's head was spinning. What in the nine hells was that human babbling about? She tried to stand. Her legs buckled and she almost fell, but Lukas deftly caught her around the waist and managed to support her. "Off me human. Now." Illia said glaring daggers at the Outlander. "Sorry, sorry." Illia took a survey of their situation. She was missing her breast bindings and one of her shin plates, but thankfully her war chain was still strapped to her belt. Her golden scorpion had miraculously remained on as well. As to where they were, only the gods knew. Illia and Yurel had journey far from their territories and she only knew the area of their ambush. "Outlander," Illia began, nudging the human with her foot to catch his attention. "do you know where we are?" "In a jungle? I do have a name you know." Lukas spat back, sick of the way the drow as treating him. "And I have a war chain. So answer my question and than I will call you whatever you want." Illia's patience with the human was running thin, he was lucky that he looked handsome enough and was interesting enough not to immediately kill. But looks can only take one so far... "Well," Damn, she does still have that bloody chain. "no, I do not know where we are. And by the way, my name is Lukas" "Illia, charmed. Now, we will need to rest for at least few days to recover our strength and gather supplies. I for one am starving." She said whirling around to stare down at the human. "Well, I could go out and forage for some berries or something." Lukas said trying not to stare at the dark elf's bobbing breasts. Illia chuckled, her soft voice ringing like music. "What? They taught me survival skills in the military." "So your going to just wonder off into the jungle and look for berries that might not even be there, while avoiding the predators that have shredded your Imperial soldiers for decades, all without a weapon?" Damn, she had a point. "Well, what do you want me to do?" Lukas asked, looking around for inspiration. "Gather firewood." Illia ordered. Lukas grumbled, but he did as he was told looking around the small clearing for drift wood or loose twigs. While he did this, Illia began to unlace her sandals and pull of the remnants of her leather armor. Lukas peered over just in time to see her pull her skirt down her slender legs, giving him a perfect view of her well formed rear. Illia cocked her head towards the stunned human. Lukas averted his eyes and tried to hide the growing hardness in his pants. "Um, Illia," Lukas began. "What are you doing?" "Stripping my garments off." "Well, that's a given, but why?" "So I can dry them human. I suggest you do the same. There are few things worse than wet leathers." Illia answered before turning around. She faced Lukas, naked save the golden scorpion hanging between her firm breasts. Lukas stared. His eyes raked in the feast before him. Partially clothed she was erotic, fully nude, she was absolutely divine. Her slender ankles led up to firm calves, which connected to inviting thighs and a bare pubic mound. The Imperial stared at Illia's crotch, longing to delve his tongue into its depths. Her slender waist and firm stomach glistened in the morning light her breasts seemed to call to him, inviting him to suck, tease, and worship them. Her swan like neck leads up to plush lips and piercing violet eyes. "Enjoying the show?" Illia then eyed the bulge in his trousers. "It would appear you are. Well, while you deal with the wood. I will go find us food." With that, Illia turns and walks into the water, pausing to grab the chain, giving Lukas another fabulous view, before continuing on. Gods and demons! Lukas shook his head and went back to collecting driftwood trying to keep his mind away from lust filled thoughts involving Illia. The drow was teasing him and she was doing a damn good job of it to! The way her swayed as she walked, the confident posture, and those breasts! Why the things he'd do to her if she would only let him, wait, not thinking wasn't working. He grunted in frustration. Lust was beginning to overwhelm him. Damn her! Lukas dropped the pile of wood he'd gathered and began looking for some way to start a fire. Illia had enjoyed teasing the human far too much. She reveled in the way his eyes longed for her touch, how his thick length strained against the confining fabric of is trousers. Illia was fairly impressed at his size, she'd never lain with a human, but he was as large as the biggest drow. She looked forward to seeing if he was worth keeping around. The drow focused her thoughts on the matter at hand, catching fish. Treading water she peered through the clear stream. The dark form of a fish darted past her leg, Illia lashed out with her fist, barely missing the scaly creature. She sank under water and tried again. After a half hours work Lukas had managed to start a small fire through a mixture of sheer luck and incessant cursing and Illia had yet to produce any food. Giving up the drow walked up the shore towards Lukas. "No luck." "What do you mean?" Lukas began; his voice quenched itself as he caught sight of the glistening drow. Illia cocked an eyebrow and Lukas realized he was staring. "We might have better fuck, luck! We might have better luck if we try again at night." Illia enjoyed the way the human stared at her. She loved the way his eyes roamed her body and the way his wet trousers tented every time he caught sight of her. Well, she thought, might as well see if he's any fun. Illia walked over to where he was sitting and stood over him. "Your trousers," The drow began pointing towards the bulge. "Wha-? Oh um, sorry, you know how it is, I mean, not implying that you have a-, obviously you don't, but, oh, um" Lukas stuttered out. It's a trap! Run Lukas, it's a trap! "They're soaked." She replied, enjoying his embarrassment. "You should really take them off so they can dry." "Um, ok I guess." Lukas bent forward and began tugging off his soaked boots. After that he went to pull off his shirt. "Let me help with that." Illia ordered. She dropped to her knees over Lukas's lap and placed her legs on either side of him allowing the drow to grind her bare crotch over Lukas's straining "Just let, me get into a comfortable position, ooh you seem happy." Illia rocked her hips and tried to reach over Lukas's shoulders to grab the ends of his shirt, she only succeed in driving her breasts into the stunned humans face, her real intention of course. "Damn this sure is a tight fit, even though it's so wet!" Lukas couldn't believe what was happening to him. The woman who only hours ago proclaimed him he slave was now naked and on top of him, grinding her perfect breasts into his face. Maybe this jungle wasn't so bad after all... "Now pet were going to play at bit of game," Illia cooed into the man's ear as she wrapped her slender arms around his head, "games are fun aren't they? Here are the rules, use any means at your disposal to get me off five times before you cum. You do that I will buy you when we reach my village, don't do that and, well I'm sure we could always use another miner. Are you Ready to play, Outlander?" Illia's insides were burning. A slow fire was burning itself into an inferno in her loins, she felt herself begging to moisten and her nipples pointed so hard they ached. "Do I really have a choice?" Lukas whispered slowly losing control of his body. His throbbing member ached against his breeches, his blood began to flow more and more rapidly and he was trembling in anticipation. "Do you really want a choice? Now, I am going to get off you and lay down by the fire. You do what you want." Illia un-straddled Lukas, stood up and walked over to the fire. She lay down on her back, feet facing the human and bent her arm back to support her head so she could eye her prey. Lukas sat stunned. He was still in shock and couldn't believe that this was happening to him. What should he do? What could he do? Fuck her? Walk over and rut with her like a wild beast? No, he'd barely bring her off before he came. Think Lukas, think. Then an idea came to him. An old drinking buddy of his back in the Empire was a half-elf (close enough). He explained to Lukas in vivid detail how he would make love to elven women back in his homeland. Lukas could almost hear his slurred voice now. "Remember Old Buddy. Elven women aren't like human women, *hic*, they a wee bit more sensitive so don't go diving in dick in your hands. They're built like a human, but they're a wee bit more sensetive" "You already said that." Lukas would say. "Shut up! Who's fucked an elf here? Hmm? That's what I thought. Anyways, remember there hands, there feet, the ears. Those are the three most sensitive areas, oh and the nipples! A good elven woman loves having her nipples *hic*, course so do humans. And the cunt! Elves taste like a fine wine mixed with honey! And are tight as a bottle neck too! Sensitive as hell, so don't go diving in with your dick in your hands. Now go get the barmaid over here so I can show here a bit of loving, Markus style." Lukas would have to thank that alcoholic if he ever saw him again. "Lukas." Illia called out. "The fire isn't the only heat I need!" Oh hells. Lukas stood up and stripped his shirt off and began to run over to the lounging beauty before he realized his pants were still on. He almost fell into the fire trying to get his pants off, but soon was able to pull the breeches off. "My, my." Illia cooed as she drank in the nude human. Lukas was attractive, tall and strong. Well defined muscles and not an ounce of fat, almost like a drow. Her gaze lowered till she took in the length of him. He was much larger than any drow she had laid with, long and thick. His testicles hung low and were large, like small rocks. She licked her lips in anticipation. Lukas closed the gap between them as fast as he could, practically falling on Illia. He steadied himself and looked into her lust crazed eyes. Reaching around her shoulders he rolled her up ontop of him, her bare crotch pinning his shaft to his stomach. Reaching out he grabbed onto her left arm and slowly, delicately, kissed her finger tips. Lightly running his tongue across each finger and pausing to suck on her middle digit. Illia shuddered. She expected the human to just thrust into her like an animal, but he was taking his time, he was teasing her! Paying her back for the torment she reined upon him. This human just got a little more interesting. Lukas kissed and licked his way up her forearm and onto her bicep, pausing the trace every line of muscle with his tongue. He reached her shoulder and playfully nipped at her collar bone before assaulting her slender neck with his tongue and mouth. Licking across her throat he was about to passionately kiss her, but no, that's what she would expect. He dove south, pausing slightly to nip at her breast, and continued on down. Rolling her onto her back he continued dowm. Reaching her gleaming sex as moisture started to flow he reluctantly continued on downwards. He nipped and licked at her thighs and managed to avoid being trapped when Illia closed her legs. He kissed his way down more, worshipping her calves until he reached her ankle. He traced the ball of her ankle with his tongue and kissed the heel of her foot. By the gods this human was torturing her! Illia began to breathe more heavily as the human toyed with her body. She tossed her head back sending drips of water flailing as he let loose a low purr. Illia looked down as Lukas kissed her heel, holding her calf in strong hands; no one has done this in a while! The drow stared at him with passion burning in her eyes. Lukas massaged the drow's firm calf as he kissed his way up her foot. He'd never done this before, but by the sounds that Illia was making, she enjoyed it. He licked his way up the length of her foot and than wrapped his tongue around her big toe, sucking hard. Illia moaned in reply and her glistening breasts heaved as her breathing increased in tempo. Playing with her toe for a few moments more, Lukas rolled his tongue across the pad and then over the top. He nipped at the pad, earning a gasp from Illia before continuing on to the next toe, doing the same, relishing the taste of her flesh. Illia groaned out in pleasure as Lukas continued his ministrations on her foot. She moved her left foot over and stroked the side of his face. Lukas got the hint and paused slightly to run his tongue over the bottom of her foot one more time before switching to the next one and repeating his earlier actions only moving much more slowly.. "Gods and demons Lukas. You know how to please a woman!" Illia groaned out between gasps and moans. Lukas smiled to himself and began to suck and lick her toes again. The drow moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasure. She shuddered for a moment and than laid back. Lukas looked up to see a look of coital bliss upon her face. Her sex leaked a trail of fluid down her leg. Damn, he thought to himself, she came from me licking her feet; maybe this will be easier than I anticipated. He moved his way up to her steaming sex and began to plant light kisses around her depth. Lukas's tongue traced its way up one side of her swollen lips before going down the other. With both his strong hands he reached under Illia and began to massage the firm, obsidian globes of her rear. His tongue began to lap up the fluids trickling down her thigh and he followed the trail up to her sex. Heaven! Pure heaven! Lukas would definitely be one of Illia's best lovers if he kept up this pace. She watched him through half closed eyes lick up the fluids of her earlier orgasm. He paused and looked her right in the eye and smiled before darting his tongue deep into her cavern. She groaned out as he brought one hand to spread her flaming hot lips and lapped his tongue across exposed flesh. His tongue continued to explore every inch of Illia and Lukas soon discovered the hard bud of her womanhood. He licked and sucked at the engorged organ slowly bringing Illia to another peak. The drow panted now in a mixture of complete arousal and the warm tropical air, sweat streamed down her naked body and her head whipped back forth emitting groans and moans of pure ecstasy. Bits of musical speech spewed from her lips as she cried out in her native tongue. Illia's body writhed in pleasure and Lukas was rewarded with a new gush of sticky, sweet juice that coated his face. Two. Oh yes, Illia thought, I will be keeping this one. Between panting breaths she spoke "Lukas," A shudder tore through her gleaming body as the Kain continued to lap at her glistening sex. "Lukas, let me return the favor." She twisted and positioned her body till her head was in front of his throbbing member, so erect the head was beginning to turn purple. Lukas continued to plant kisses around her thighs and depths creating a longing in Illia to give what pleasure she was receiving. The drow cradled his heavy balls in one lithe hand and ran her other one up and down his impressive length. So hot, she thought, so big and so hot! Her pink tongue darted out between moist lip and she gently lapped at the head, tasting the precum slowly oozing out. Slowly she traced every bit of his head with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the tip. She lightly sucked while simultaneously licking around the hole. Illia's ministrations brought muffled grunts and groans from Lukas, but she also yelped out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he brought both hands down on her rear in a hearty slap, a not so subtle way of letting her know he approved. Illia traced the bulging vein up and down the length of his manhood to the base before wrapping her lips around the side and kissing and nibbling her way back up. Lukas redoubled his efforts on Illia's sex, trying to complete his goal. At the drow's skilled tongue, he would not last long. For several minutes they lay, heads in between each others thighs, cursing and moaning in their native languages. The erotic blend of ivory on obsidian was a sight to behold. In her highly sensitive state, Illia soon quaked as Lukas brought her to another orgasmic bliss. Neither knew how, but suddenly Lukas was on top of her, guiding his burning member into her steaming tunnel. The pair groaned simultaneously as Lukas spread Illia's tight lips. He braced his arms on either side of the lust crazed drow and began thrusting in earnest, fighting to control himself while at the same time sate his desire. Illia, though, was not helping. She wrapped around Lukas's neck and smashed her breasts against his chest. She alternated from whispering sweet nothings in drow into his ear and crying out in ecstasy. As the human continued to thrust as she wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his muscular haunches goading him in deeper and faster. Her hands roamed his back; Lukas could feel her nails digging into his back as passion overwhelmed her, drawing blood, but Lukas could care less. Their frenzied coupling continued on, increasing in tempo. Wet slaps of skin on skin mixed with moans and cries created an erotic chorus that filled the tropical air. Sweat rolled off their bodies traveling down and mixed with the juices of their coupling at their thighs. Suddenly, Illia wrapped her arms around Lukas's head and thrust her lips onto his. She stabbed her tongue into his surprised mouth longing for him to return the gesture. A thought pushed in the corner of his mind, another tip spoken to him by his alcoholic half-elf friend. "Remember Lukas ol'boy, elves aren't like you and me, if I kissed you right now, would you think anything more of our relationship?" seeing Lukas's confused look he added. "Don't answer that When an elf kisses you, you know you made it big time, either she really loves you, or you gave her the best fuck of her life. Or most of the time, a mixture of both." Focusing on the matter at hand, Lukas returned the kiss. Their tongues darted and dueled in each others mouths, exploring with the same vigor as they explored each others loins. They kissed and coupled for what seemed like an eternity, a blissful time which Illia prayed would never end and Lukas wished his stamina would allow her unsaid prayer to be answered. A final surge of hot fluid entrapped Lukas's member and he finally lost control. With a final grunt and he thrust forward and expelled a jet of semen into her body. Her loins tightened as she tried to milk as much seed from his as possible. His arms gave way and he fell onto her heaving form, but their mouths never ceased their furious kiss. There they sat, Lukas still inside her and Illia's legs still wrapped around him. They sat and kissed, relishing the serene calm both felt, as if some great barrier between the two had finally been taken down. What had started out as a simple game had become something more. Their kissing never tempered, both trying to prolong the coital bliss they felt. After several minutes, Illia finally broke the kiss; Lukas began to protest but was soon silenced as she ran her tongue across his cheek, cleaning him of sweat and her own sticky juice. Lukas brought one tired hand up and lightly stroked one of the drow's pointed ears. Illia whispered words of endearment into the human's ears in her musical language, Lukas replied with words of his own, not understanding what she said, but knowing what she meant. Slowly, the couple drifted into sleep, limbs still entwined.