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Menorcress in Heat

By: ZemnV



[This is my first story, so be gentle! ^^]

Raenor, a member of Noble House Duskryn of the Drow city Menorcress and the leader of the House's guard, slowly trods toward the entrance of the Duskryn compound, shoulders drooped with exhaustion as he finally neared home from his long scouting mission upon the surface, far from Menorcress. He nodded to the guardsmen that were posted at the entrance of the Duskryn compound in greeting and they stepped out of the way, allowing him access. Raenor stepped inside and scanned over the main chamber of his home; it was empty, and not a sound bounded off the walls of the wide room besides the subtle clanking of armor from the outside of the compound from the guards keeping watch on the area.

He grumbled to himself and made his way up the stairway and toward his private quarters, whom he shared with his wife. Raenor's mood brightened ever so slightly as he thought of his wife, and hurried his pace and quickly stepped into his room, calling out, "Resai'..? I'm home.." Only to be responded with the dull, dreaded silence. Of course this did not surprise him, as Resai' went out on many business trips to auction and barter her expensive silks and clothing across the expansive city of Menorcress, but it depressed him nonetheless. With his mood once again deflated, Raenor rubbed his chin and smirked crookedly, "Perhaps a warm bath will cheer me up."

Once he stepped down into the lower chamber of his quarters, where the steamy bath resided, he pulled off his heavy gear and settled it aside, away from the bath. Raenor exhaled a heavy, ragged breath as he sank into the hot water until he was able to settle still, the water up to his mid-section. As he began to relax, Raenor peered down at his reflection to scan over his features; seemingly same as normal, with his grey skin-tone, bright blue eyes, and long, snow-white hair which reached his shoulders. He noticed a thin scar that crossed his left cheek, his calm expression souring at the sight of it - he always considered the blemish as a burden which lowered how well he looked, but Resai' always assured him it only made him look more attractive.

Raenor tilted his head back and stares up at the ceiling of the smaller chamber, sore and tense muscles loosening and relaxing as he settles better within the warm water. A small smile curled his lips and he closed his eyes, finally achieving peace after such a long trek across the surface and far from home. This peace-of-mind was soon erased as he heard rustled upstairs, making his eyes open wide, filling him with both curiosity and suspicion. Who was in his home? An intruder? A thief? He narrowed his eyes and glanced back at his pile of gear he tossed to the side, eyes set directly on the short sword he didn't bother putting away upstairs. Raenor's suspicions and growing wariness was erased almost immediately as he heard the soothing sound of his lover's voice, "Raenor?" Resai' called out, "Are you here?" 

"In the bath, my love.." He purred in response, and in turn he heard more shuffling, tilting his head toward the stone stairway as he waits for Resai' to descend. And finally she did after several second, dressed, surprisingly, in simple silks that didn't cover most of the beautiful Drow female up; her slim, pale frame almost bare, the only clothing she wears is a small, tight and skimpy dress that didn't cover her up to her mid-thighs. Resai' smiled brightly and tilted her head to the side, her long and silky, white hair cascading to the side as she moved her head, "Mmm, taking a bath without me, Raenor?" She churred softly at the thought of a bath with Raenor, and slowly stepped forward, "May I join you?"

"I.. of course, my heart," Raenor said, eyes widening at her request, "That would be lovely.." His tone turned hushed as Resai' nodded and stepped away from Raenor and the bath of hot water, stripping herself of the tight and bothersome dress in a separate room. Resai' held her legs together to hide her womanhood, cupping her handfuls of breasts with her palms. She slowly tip-toed out of the room and sank into the bath, huddling up beside Raenor and pressing herself against him to whisper in his ear, "I've been eager to return home so we can have these.. intimate moments. Haven't you, Rae~?" Her soft murmurs made a shiver run up Raenor's spine despite the warm water half of his body was enveloped in, and he opened his mouth to reply, only exhaling a sharp breath in surprise as he felt Resai's soft hand press against his inner-thigh, dangerously close to his loins - was she trying to arouse him?

"What are you doing.." Raenor whispered to Resai' in question, and she replied, "Mmhh.. I'm so eager for other things.." A sly grin tilted Resai's lips upward, "..Don't you, Raenor?" He closed his eyes tightly and sank one arm beneath the water, setting it upon the floor of the bath, shifting uncomfortably; this odd sensual mood Rilrae showed both surprised and excited him, but he assumed it was un-proper to allow himself excitement. He didn't plan on giving Resai' a child yet..

..A small jolt of surprise ran up Raenor's spine, eyes opening and widening again as he felt Resai' curl her fingers around his flaccid member, "Aahh.. Resai'.." His hand above the surface of the water gripped the stone edge of the bath tightly, "Why do you play with me?" Raenor stammers out nervously. "Don't you like it, Rae? Does this not excite you?.." Resai' rubbed her thumb over the head of his slowly stiffening shaft, "Mmmhh, you do.. I can tell~" Her sly grin turned perverse, and her subtle stroking over the tip of his length made Raenor huff out in both frustration and uncomfort as his excitement rose rapidly from her touches; Raenor shifted his hand beneath the surface of the water and gripped Resai's which was holding his member, and gently yanked it away, "N-Not now.." He murmured to her, and then stood out of the bath and collected his gear, and hurriedly scurried up the stairs, not wearing a single piece of clothing.

Resai' arched a brow then frowned. "You run away too much, my heart.." She whispered to herself, her own excitement slowly receding as she sat alone in the bath. Resai' sighed and cupped her breasts with her palms once more, narrowing her eyes as she felt her hardened nipples against her palms; she wouldn't take no for an answer. Resai' rose from the bath as well and ascended the stairs to find Raenor already dried off, donning a single loincloth and settled upon their bed upon his back. His eyes, however, were not closed. He was not sleeping. She grinned and slowly advanced toward the bed, then lowered herself to crawl onto it, "Don't run away from me, Rae.." 

Raenor shifted anxiously as he felt the soft feather mattress lower as Resai' clambered upon it. He lifted his head and lock his eyes on her naked, still wet frame; having a hard time keeping his gaze away from her breasts, he felt his member harden once again. Resai' settled herself close to Raenor, her still present smile growing as Raenor lifted himself and sat, staring at her, "If you wish for this, I- Hhaahh, Resai'!" Raenor gasped as he saw her hand reach under his loincloth and grip his swollen shaft, "Stay still.. your struggling is not necessary.." Rilrae whispered, crawling forward and retracting her hand from Raenor loins as she forced herself onto his lap. Resai' licked her lips and began to press small, wet kisses against Raenor's chest, and he set his hands upon her sides, his hidden carnal desire finally breaking out and causing him to kiss along Rilrae's jawline and along her neck. She panted softly and pulled his sparse cover of his loins away to reveal his stiff and enlarged phallus, and shifted herself so the lips of her nether-regions pressed against his manhood.

"Mmrrhhh.. you're so hard.." Resai' churred softly as she began to grind her loins against Raenor's aching member, slicking it with her juices. Resai's nibbled on her lower lip to muffle her moans as she felt her clitoris rub against Rae's shaft as she pressed more against it, then halted her focused grinding all together, peering up to Raenor's face as she reached down to grasp his dampened length, "Fill me, Raenor." She pleaded softly.

He clenched his jaw and stayed silent, laying back on the sheets and allowing Resai' to straddle him. She lowered her arms and pressed her hands against the bed to hold herself up, staring down at Raenor, "I can't handle these pauses. Take me Raenor!" She whined softly, and is responded by her legs being spread apart and her entrance teased by the head of Raenor's hard rod. Resai' moaned softly and bucked her hips to push more of Rae's stiff meat into her. He gripped her wrists and took a deep breath, and in turn Resai' began to envelope Raenor's entire member within her tight, slick passage, swaying her hips from side-to-side until all of his length was within her.

Resai' moaned out lucidly as she lifted and lowered her hips, sliding Rae's length in and out of her and at pace that quickened by the second; the room was filled with a mix of Resai's whimpers and moans and the slick smack of their loins reaching eachother. Raenor kept still beneath the constantly moving Resai', his excitement slowly building; a light layer of sweat forming upon both Resai and Raenor's shifting bodies. Raenor's breathing began to become labored as he bucked his hips upward to give more of a force against Resai's riding every time she slide down his member. Her moans became louder and more intense as she felt Raenor's rod pound into her deepest points, and arched her back as the rushing heat of orgasm quickly overwhelmed her, crying out, "I-I'm going to cum!"

Resai' groaned out sweetly and loudly as her passage began to make sharp constrictions and her slick juices suddenly gushed from her tight hole, making Raenor moan and shudder as he also suddenly nears orgasm; thick gobs of his seed shooting into Resai' and spilling against her cervix. Resai' collapsed onto Raenor's chest after bucking her hips to stir his seed and her juices about her sore tunnel, panting against his neck. He carefully slid his member out of Resai' with a wet, slurped release, and wrapped his arms around her, the cool feeling of rest overtaking the heat of the pair's lust. Resai' murmured nonsensical things under her breath as she raised a hand and reached back, pressing her fingers against her still-swollen lips, feeling the mix of her orgasmic liquids and his seed drain out of her, trailing down and making a luke warm puddle upon the sheets of their bed. 

She purred softly and settled her head against Raenor's chest, quickly falling into a deep slumber, content as she sated both herself and Raenor; Rae falling asleep not long after she did.

Menorcress in Heat Ch. 02



[Second story - taking place several weeks after the last part.] 

Ilraes' hummed a soft tune as she sat upon the throne inside the main chamber of the Duskryn compound. It was rare she had these alone, isolated moments, away from the bustle and noise of the city. There wasn't a sound echoing off the walls of the chamber; Ilraes' was quite at peace, her usual up-stuck and stern mood tamed for now. But only when a smile curved her lips did she hear movements coming from the compound entrance - sighing raggedly, she lazily directed her gaze forward and listened to the noises. Rattling and clanking and clinking. Armor? Chains? Was another slave being brought to her?

Her assumptions were corrected as a trio of three men, two clad in golden-plate armor (signifying they are guards of Duskryn) and a rather muscular and bulky man, with moderate height donning nothing but a slave's loincloth. Ilraes' was burdened as she contemplated if the ragged looking Drow-slave was good looking or filthy as a rat. She grumbled and shrugged off her confliction and addressed her guards, "What have you brought me, another slave?" She said in a stern tone, glaring the pair of armored males intensely, "Of course, Mistress - this one's a criminal, and when he was caught it was assumed by the Head Guard that he would be a proper servant for you and you alone, of course."

They bowed their head, and Ilraes' directed her sanguine-colored eyes back toward the slave after brushing a strand of silky white hair from her face, "Very well. You may both take your leave."

The guard tromped and clanked as they wandered back toward the entrance of the chamber and walked out, back toward their posts, leaving only but the slave and Ilraes' alone in the chamber. A dull silence suddenly took over, nothing uttered from the mouth of the slave nor Ilraes' as she studied over the fine, but dirtied, male's built form.

Haeyrn simply stared at the ground, his own white hair, as dirtied and greyed with dirt as his body, cascaded over his face to hide his facial features; while he was on the run after committing several murders in the lower-slums of Menorcress in effort to gain better funds, his once-dapper appearance turned rugged and drab - his dark grey skin, now paled with several scars across his arms, legs and chest; one noticeable scar crossing his right eye, dulling the bright purple hue of his right eye, leaving the other to stay as same as it's been, sight normal and functional and purple-colored hue the same tone, no darker nor lighter.

He shifted uncomfortably in place. Thick rope bound his hands and his feet hurt from so much traversing across the expansive cavern-city without proper shoes or boots as he always wore. Pain twitched subtly through-out his body in after-effect of the bruises and beatings the pair of guards gave him when they found him sneaking about the slums. Ilraes' finally broke the awkward silence, tone as stern as always, "You're going to follow everything I say, do you understand me, slave? You will scrub every corner of this compound if I command you to do so, you will cook any meal I wish for, you will dispose of anyone who truly displeases me - this is a fate better than death and jail time. You're lucky I'm taking you in."

While the male stayed silent, Ilraes' smirked crookedly, "I assume there's several other I would command that would appeal to you, but not when you're filthy, covered in dirt.." She shifted and wriggled in her seat, then stood, "You will clean yourself in the bath and then visit me in my.. private quarters," She purred softly, her tone abruptly calm and tame as she scanned over Haeyrn's toned body once more before stepping away from her throne and ascending the stairs to her room, calling out, "Don't be late, or you will be punished!"

Haeyrn narrowed his eyes and lifted his head. What did she want with him in her room? He couldn't do any work there..

He frowned, completely oblivious of what the Mistress may desire, shrugging his shoulders and silently meandering toward the hall which had steam float from it; this may be the bath. Haeyrn hurriedly hobbled into the bath, and after disposing himself of the filthy loincloth and freeing his hands of the rope, bathed and relaxed for a small amount of time before climbing out of the heated pool of clear, fresh water and re-donning the same loincloth, deeming it comfortable to an extent opposed to noble silks. 

He ascended the stairs and made his way up to Ilraes' private room, and slowly opened the door, peeking inside; he spotted her almost instantly, eyes widening as he saw a generally noticeably less amount of clothing she wore. Haeyrn sighed and anxiously stepped into the room, murmuring, "I am present, Mistress." 

Ilraes' smiled slightly and turned around, a small shiver running up her spine as she admired Haeyrn's muscled, toned body, en-bettered by the bath he took. She churred under her breath and took careful steps toward him, "You know I said you would do anything I asked of you, yes, slave?" She lowered her voice, eyes peering into his, "Eh-ehh.. yes.. you did." Haeyrn responded slowly, leaning back slightly as Ilraes' approached; the situation was getting suggestive. She wouldn't possibly want anything to do with him in terms of pleasure.. would she?

He was wrong. Ilraes' lifted her hand and stroked Haeyrn's bare chest, idly licking her lips, "Then you will sate me. The stress of being a House Mistress is overwhelming. The comfort of lust soothes my soul.. does it not do the same to you, my toy~?" Her small smile turned into a grin, stepping forward and pressing against Haeyrn's chest, causing his spine to press against the wall which was right behind him, "Ahhmm.. y-you wish for a simple slum-prowler to sate you? I.. aahhh-ahh.." He exhaled sharply, feeling Ilraes' bare thigh grind up against his loins; a soft, silky feel that caused a sudden excitement to well up within him, and in turn his flaccid member began to harden, "Mmhh, good boy.." Ilraes' whispered, halting her teasing and reaching down to tug off Haeyrn's loincloth, eyes widening at the male's erection; his girth was thick and the sight of it made her shudder, her already heated mood rising with lust as she imagined what to do with him.

"You will.." She rubbed her chin, the sly grin still present, "You will take my rear, slave.. it's good for rough encounters and will relieve me of my.. stress.." Ilraes' purred softly, and reached down and gripped Haeyrn's hardened manhood, causing his breathing to speed up. She stroked him slowly for several moments before stepping back suddenly, and discarded her clothing; her plump, large breasts with hardened nipples being fondled under his view, her loins slick with excitement despite wishing for a rougher encounter within her rear. Ilraes' licked her lips again and bended down, grasping a small bottle of lubing oil and pouring some into her palm, then settled it away before she slowly approached Haeyrn. 

Ilraes' stroked his manhood with the slick, wet and warm oil, and whispered to him, "Mmh.. take me, my toy. I cannot bear this any-longer, this burdening lust.."

Haeyrn closed his eyes tightly, excitement high from the warm, wet touches. Eager to fulfill his task, he suddenly gripped Ilraes' waist and twisted her around, pressing her back against the wall. She panted loudly and whined as one of her slender legs were lifted to reveal her wet womanhood and her tight, hidden crack of her rear.

Without warning, he pressed the tip of his erection against her second, tight hole and slowly slide into it with ease, a hot tightness enveloping his entire shaft as he sank Ilraes' upon it. A loud moan escaped her lips as he began to slide his manhood in and out of her tight rear, the rough thrusts causing surges of both pain and pleasure to well up inside her body as her hole was stretching out tightly to accommodate his thick girth. Slick smacks and moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing each time she was filled with the rock-hard member; her juices trickling from her loins and running down her leg as she endured the hard pounding. Ilraes' closed her eyes tightly, hips rolling along with the thrusts in hopes of more pleasure as she felt her heat grow. After groaning out loudly and sweetly as she felt a hard orgasm near, she gasped in surprise as her other leg was lifted up and she was suspended against the wall.

Haeyrn pounded into her quickly, roughly and hard; the filthy sexual act making the Mistress shudder as her rear as abused with Haeyrn's thick phallus. Ilraes' moans and whines began to rise, more lucid and intense by the second. She desperately writhed up and down in a futile attempt to slide the slave's thick erection deeper, and as she felt his tip pound into her deepest points and cried out, an overwhelming feeling washing through her frame as she began to have an orgasm, "Aahh-ahh, I'm c-cumming!"

Her warm, slick juices dribbled and gushed from her constricting, tight womanhood, pooling upon the floor. Her moans continued as Haeyrn did not cease his rampart thrusts, and shuddered each time his meat was plunged into her; crying out again in ecstasy as she felt a shot of heat into her rear - Haeyrn groaned as he emptied himself into her, thick white seed filling her up. He pulled out his still-hard member from her rear and lowered his gaze, watching his seed drip and spill from her tight anal cavity in a brief overflow, unable to properly hold his love juices.

"So much.." Ilraes' mumbled and reached down towards her loins, sinking her middle finger into the sore crack of her rear and mixing the heated seed within, "Mmh.. warm.."

She had a few moments of peace until she was suddenly hauled onto the large, soft bed in the room, laying on her back as Haeyrn held himself above her. Ilraes' eyes widened, "Get off of me, toy - you've sated my- aah-ahh!" She groaned out as her legs were spread, her still damp womanhood vulnerable, "You need more.. you've not been entirely sated, my naive Mistress~" Haeyrn purred perversely as he reached down and began to stroke his fingers across her nether-lips, feeling Ilraes' heat up once again as his touches aroused her. Despite her repeated heat, she wriggled beneath Haeyrn and whined, "I did not permit you to enter my passage, slave. I cannot bear the s-see- mmrrhh!" She moaned softly, feeling a sudden entrance of two fingers into her tight cunt, "Mmmhhh, n-no.. ffhhh.." 

Her breathing sped up as Haeyrn slid his fingers in and out of Ilraes', causing some of her hot juices to dribble out and run down her loins, dripping onto the bed. She eventually submitted to his lust-summoning touches and spread her legs wider, reaching down to grip Haeyrn's solid meat, beginning to stroke it at a quick pace; the lubrication she applied to it earlier still present and allowing her ease while rubbing his manhood. 

This simple, but intense fore-play went on for several minutes, allowing Ilraes' to finally relax and garner pleasure from the hard, prodding fingering that Haeyrn was giving to her - unexpectant of the sudden shift he made, pulling out his fingers and keeping her legs spread, Haeyrn pressed the tip of his erection against Ilraes' eager lips and held the position in a matter of seconds, making Ilraes' struggle slightly again, "No! I cannot bear you!" She groaned out both in irritation and in her lust, each time she struggled, she felt Haeyrn's stiff head press against her lips and unwillingly pleasure her. Impatient with her writhing, Haeyrn slowly slid his hard cock into Ilraes' tight tunnel, the sudden warmth, dampness and constriction around his length making him groan under his breath. Beneath him, Ilraes' panted out loudly in expression of the burst of pleasure within her loins, slowly rolling her hips to stir the hard rod inside her. She then wrapped her legs around Haeyrn's waist, and whispered her pleas to her, "Please, pound into me - make me sore, my toy. Fill me with your meat.." 

With his excitement at an all time high, Haeyrn began to slide in and out of Ilraes', more soft whimpers and moans spilling from her lips, begging for more of his member. The speed of his intense thrusts increased, his girth, stretching her tunnel wide and causing more of her juices to dribble forth and out of her passage. They both moaned loudly, clinging together as they endured the hard, wet copulation - Ilraes', unable to handle the intense pleasure, cried out hysterically as the pounding became harder and faster each second, thighs trembling as she started to cum again, "F-Fill me with your seed, slave!" 

Her hot juices squirted and poured out her ravaged cunt in several brief intervals despite being so filled with Haeyrn's erection, spilling onto the sheets and staining them; at the same time, she felt another loin-numbing shot of heat into her as Haeyrn's sticky pearlescent load was released into her. They both panted loudly, resting after the long and extended session of bodily intimacy. He slowly pulled his quickly-flaccid meat out of her and watched the built-up feminine juices that mixed with the large load of his seed spill from her. Haeyrtn grinned, now content as he filled both of her tight tunnels with his seed, assuming he's claimed both her ass and her loins for now. Ilraes', however, has fallen into an orgasm-induced sleep, exhausted from the hot perverse act, legs still spread moderately and cum still dribbling from both her rear and nether lips. Haeyrn laid beside her, and also fell into a deep slumber soon after closing his eyes.

 [Pardon any spelling or grammatical mistakes.]