1 comments/ 29731 views/ 6 favorites Women's Worth Ch. 01 By: valerisque Chapter 1: The Sharessan While this story is written in the Forgotten Realms fantasy setting, having no prior experience with said setting will not hinder your enjoyment and understanding of the story, plot and characters. Here's some boring stuff you probably already know and don't really have to read but i've got to write down. Dear readers: This story features creative sex and violence; if this offends you, or if you're not legally eligible to read this material, do not continue. Legal Disclaimer: This work is set in the Forgotten Realms setting owned by Wizards of the Coast. No copyright infringement is intended in the writing of this story, which may be considered fan fiction written for recreation instead of profit, as well as a parody. However much of the story, its plot, scenes and characters are the result of my creative input and thus copyrighted material i lay claim to. Whew. With that out of the way, enjoy the story. ~valerisque ------------------------------------------------- Gazing high on night sky, Valeria admired the endless expanse of shimmering stars through emerald eyes. Tears of the moon, they hung ponderously upon a depthless canvas, meaningless motes of glory in sad eternity. "Val! Stay alert! We're on a job." Kaitlyn, or just Kat, whispered harshly, her breath fuming in the chill of night. "Keep your eyes on the road. The city watch should come around anytime now." "You're just being silly. They won't see us. We could've been done with this part long ago if you weren't so jumpy." Val waved her hand dismissively. "It can't hurt to be careful. Look, they're coming." Peering round a corner, they watched the telltale glow of the night watch's approach. Their lantern's wavering white shone ghostly as the silhouettes of ten men waded through the wispy mist, their boots shuffling over the cobblestones. Closer, so their light stung the women's eyes, they were visibly armored head to toe, decorated with the regalia of the city watch, swords and bows in hand. Clad in crimson mage robes, a utilitarian one-piece outfit many traveling wizards favored, Kat saw once more that the redhead's frivolous style showed through the partings of the robe high up her thigh and the low neckline. Val brushed her shoulder-length mane and then felt Kat press her by the shoulders into a shadowed alcove as the watchmen passed slowly but surely, oblivious to the hiding women. In silence the duo hurried across the street, disembodied footsteps in the murky night. Their target was a noble's miniature castle, which even featured a drawbridge over a wide but shallow drain passing for a moat. "How pretentious." Val remarked. "Aye. Cast your spell now, we're going to have to climb in." They waded across the false moat. Kat crouched to fish for her grappling rope from her tool bag slung at her side. Unlike the sorceress, she was attired for stealth, in all black leather breeches and vest, complete with a hood that covered her bright blonde bob. Seeing perfectly well thanks to Val's night vision spells, the world as clearly illuminated as if in bright daylight but in shades of black and white, she flung the grappling hook high and true, and it caught onto the wall with a grate of steel on stone. Meanwhile Val had already completed her castings with a flourish and a chant. To all but themselves, they were utterly invisible. Kat took to the climb with natural agility, scaling the vertical stony wall with ease. Val followed slowly but surely. Passing a snoring guard they followed the spiral stairs down a watchtower back down to the ground. The statuette of a nude woman adorned a mossy central courtyard, vines having crept from the ground across her breasts and thighs. The only way deeper into the noble's abode was a steely double door, bolted shut from the other side. Both girls could hear the gruff small talk of guardsmen on the other side. "Can you teleport us over?" "I've told you before. That only works when we're going someplace I know, someplace I've a mental image of. We don't want to end up in limbo." "I know, but I was just hoping. We could climb over, but it'd make too much noise. The guards are too close." "Let's just lure them out." "Sure, I'd thought of that too, but then they'll be crawling all over the place looking for us. A noble this rich could have a wizard in employ too. Maybe you could dominate one of them?" Kat suggested an enchanting spell to leash the will of a sentient. "I can't, I need a clear line of sight again. I'll summon something to distract them." "Of course." Kat and Val crowded snugly into a shadowed corner as Val waved her hands in mystic passes, muttering arcane words of power, the standard motions of spellcasting. When she'd finished a skeleton donning a rusty horned helm and a two-handed sword materialized with the clichéd puff of smoke. "We're not supposed to harm anyone. This was supposed to be just sneaky. Make it drop the sword." "Well I've never tried that before, but alright." Directed by Val's will the undead creature tossed its sword aside and rapped naked knuckles on the locked steel double door. Val and Kat could hear the guard's rough responses. "Uh, I hear sound. Loud sound on door." "That's called knocking you dumb dolt. Go get it." The women shared a look and Val rolled her eyes. The guardsman flung the doors open to be greeted by the sight of a standing skeleton tipping its helm. "Dead man! Dead man at door!" He bolted off, scared more witless than usual. "Prepare to taste steel undead scum." The worldlier guardsman's sword unsheathed with a short rasp and he was up and after the undead creature, which Val had set running in circles around the statuette. The guard called out to his companions who promptly stomped into the courtyard. At that point, the duo snuck away, their footsteps muffled by the moss. The double doors led into the posh interior of the noble home, the corridors lined with plush carpet. Just past the doors lay a table of ruffled cards, the guards' nighttime pastime. They paused some way around a corner. "I know a spell to sense scrolls. Useful for us mages to find spell scrolls. It'll detect the tomes in the study." Val whispered. Kat nodded, and Val cast it with a flourish of her left hand and an arcane word. Val then led Kat briskly through the carpeted corridors, passing any number of doors in the oversized home, stopping at the one to the study. "This is it?" "Sure. There's a concentration of scrolls and books in here." Kat was a member of the Silent Network, a guild of rogues in the city of Raven's Bluff that focused on collecting information for well-paying clients without actually stealing anything. Kat had been tasked with sneaking into this place, finding the noble's business records, and making a copy for the client. Kat plucked her lock picks from her utility belt and crouched to fiddle with the lock, which turned out to be of a standard variety, and Kat's practiced fingers made short work of it. They entered the study room and locked the door shut. The sparsely decorated small room probably reflected the noble's typical disregard for what the room stood for. Beside a dusty table, the books on the first of three shelves appeared to be gem-crafting manuals, while those on the second seemed labeled in some foreign script. Fortunately the third shelf held the tome 'Records'. Kat crouched and slowly tugged the desired tome from the shelf. "Hurry, open the book and put it on the desk, any page." Val whispered, and Kat eagerly complied. Placing her left palm flat on the record book, and her right on an opened blank book she'd brought along, she whispered the words to a spell to copy the records. Scant seconds later, Val was done, stuffing her copy of the records into the sleeve of her robes. Replacing the original, Val gripped Kat on her shoulder, and muttered something. Before she knew it, they were back outside the mini-castle where they started, under the starlit sky. "That's got to be the most useful spell you know, Val." Kat remarked as she recovered her grapple rope. Val's dimension door was very useful for extracting them from any hazardous situations. The cobblestones rang with seemingly disembodied footsteps as they left the crime scene. * * * Winding their way through the veritable maze of streets, the duo found themselves once again in the closest place the Network had to a guild headquarters – the Crescent Moon Inn, and Val dispelled the invisibility as a courtesy. The simple taproom's most eye-catching feature was a huge stone fireplace that rose from the floor like an aged redwood with numerous warming shelves, linked to the floor by winding rail-less staircases. Karl was the leader of Kat's cell. The Silent Network worked in cells, or operative groups, with each cell never knowing what any other was up to, for confidentiality. The women found him in his room, poring over scraps and pieces of parchment. With a thin, gaunt face and bony forearms, he looked the part of an impoverished scholar. "I've found the record book and made a copy." Kat handed it to him. "Well done. You'll be paid as usual. You may leave." His voice kept in a strict monotone; he never looked up from his scrolls, even as he took the records from Kat, with the air of curt professionalism that Kat had come to expect. "Well. That's a bookworm if ever I saw one." Val remarked, once well out of Karl's earshot. "You might never know; he could be a mage like you. Weird." "I'm not weird! Drinks are on you this time." "Sure. You did a good job, with your sneaky spells." "Aye you too." Val smiled, spreading her arms to envelop her best friend in a tight warm hug. * * * Elsewhere in the city, in an underground hideout, the drow male Veldrin awaited the arrival of his master. Drow were elves with black skin, the evil cousins of surface elves that lived in the Underdark, a cavernous habitat deep underground. His wizardry had recreated the atmosphere of his home down under rather admirably. Stalagmites topped off with the skulls of slain foes added a touch of class to a roomy and comfortably dark cavern. Even in complete darkness he could see his master's heat shadow approach. Evolution and centuries of living in the largely lightless Underdark had gifted the drow with infrared vision. "Greetings Veldrin. How goes the harvest?" "Well met, Draken. The harvest goes well as always, and I've acquired that which you desired." His latest acquisition was a priestess of Sharess, a human goddess of hedonism and pleasure. Draken had heard of their skill in the bedroom, and couldn't resist savoring one. The Sharessans had gained such infamy that their shrine initially met much resistance from the Clerical Circle of the city, and they had to call their shrine a mercantile establishment merely affiliated to the goddess. Exploiting a legal loophole, they eventually eked out some space for themselves. Visiting the local Sharessan shrine in the guise of a handsome human male, he had charmed one of their lusty priestesses into his bedroom. Then it was a simple matter of overwhelming magical power. Even now she was on all fours, shackled to the cold floor of his dungeon. "You've done well, Veldrin. I'll like to sample her now." "This way, milord." Veldrin led his master to one of his many holding cells, specially for the storage of slaves. * * * Lyndia had a crystal clear view of the two women. Dressed in a huntress or rogue's leather vestment, one had her bright blonde hair in a bob. The other, a redhead, wore a red mages robes, albeit in a revealing style, with a less-than-functional low neckline, one Lyndia herself would have liked, she mused. They were seated beside the huge fireplace, having some ale, just a few arm's reaches away. She could hear their chatter. "The other day I heard about an expedition to the north. Some caravan heading there is hiring guards. Would be an interesting trip, no? Admiring the snowy mountains, visit someplace new. Would be like the old days too." Kat suggested, referring to their common history as caravan guards, swirling her mug of ale. "You'd have to count me out. I can barely stand winter over here, much less at the Spine of the World. There are so many places we've never been to that aren't bleeding freezing." Val stuck her tongue out and looked to the ceiling. "But seriously, I'm getting sort of bored doing jobs in the city. I'm thinking of going someplace new. What do you think?" Kat bit her lip, as was her wont. "That sounds much better! I'd love to come along. But where do we go? Anywhere that isn't terribly hot or cold." "Excuse me, ladies, but I have something urgent to talk to you about." Kat and Val looked up to face a mocha-skinned, dark-haired robed woman. With a low bow, she gave them a generous view of her deep cleavage. Most notably, she wore an anklet bearing the symbol of two full female lips – the symbol of Sharess. Exotic-looking, with a glorious raven black mane, she certainly looked the part of a Sharessan priestess. "Oh, you're from the House of Pleasures! I've been thinking of visiting." Val quipped. "I am Lyndia, from The House of Desires, actually. The two of you look to be able adventurers." "I'm not sure what gave you that idea, but maybe we are. This isn't a hiring ground." Kat replied curtly, to Val's chagrin. It was unspoken knowledge that the Network was based here. "Maybe you could tell us what it means to you first." Val offered. "My sister in faith, a fellow priestess of Sharess has been held in a slaver's dungeon here in the city. I need able ones to help me free her. I'll reward you two handsomely." "What makes you so sure your priestess is there, if she's been enslaved? She may have been dragged for sale to someplace lawless for sale." "Listen to me. My sister wears an anklet like mine. Through it I can sense her whereabouts. She's likely still there. We should be able to save her if we act quickly. I'll pay you twice as much as your Network pays for each task, whatever that is. Of course, you'll have the gratitude of my mercantile House, and a considerable discount each time you visit." "Sounds good to me! I'm in. Come on, Kat. This shouldn't be hard." "Don't you need to memorize your spells again?" Wizards had to memorize the proper gestures and phrases for spells before they rested or slept, so when they came to their spells would be etched in their memory and ready to be cast. "It's not like we used up a lot just now, and we didn't get hurt. Fortunately, I have another dimension door spell prepared for another quick getaway." "Yes, it is best if we strike now. The sooner the better." The urgency was plain in Lyndia's voice, thick with a foreign accent. "Well, you're paying pretty well. I'm in, too." Kat acquiesced. "Let us leave now. Between the three of us, we'll smite these slaver scum." * * * Luisa jerked her head up to watch the heavyset iron door to her dungeon flung open to reveal the swaggering drow wizard Veldrin. Her enclosure was a veritable box of metal, with the walls, floor and ceiling all cold, hard steel, lit by a glowing white gem set in the ceiling. Devices for the sexual bondage and torment of slaves lined the walls, while chains and shackles lay strewn across the floor, some even dangling from the low ceiling. Staring at the dark-skinned elf in the eye, her body had yielded much, but she wouldn't let them take her spirit. Then the tiefling stepped in. At least he looked like one. Of mixed human and demonic parentage, tieflings had features befitting their heritage. About 6 feet tall, donning an elegant set of green plate mail, he looked fairly human, with skin that looked slightly tanned, except for his hooves, which rang against the steel with each step. Up close, Luisa felt her cheeks warm, and she knew she was blushing when she looked up at the tiefling. He looked harshly handsome, with firm cheekbones, and sharp brows. His devilishly red hair was cropped to a neat buzz cut. Men with short hair always looked better. He exuded an aristocratic demeanor as he leaned a little on his walking stick, adorned with a golden ram's head. Veldrin gave him a curt nod, and left, closing the door behind him with a dull thud. Luisa felt her nipples sting with just a tinge of arousal when his eyes, deep green eyes met hers, and looked down. Being who she was, she'd met, and coupled with many a desirable man, but this one might be the best yet. Goddess – he is hot, she thought; and I am stark naked. Then she felt fingers lifting her chin to face him again. "Hello there, pretty one. I am Draken. Nice to meet you. What's your name?" "I am Luisa." Her voice wavering, Luisa tried to turn away, but found her chin held firmly in check. "You have a lovely name, Luisa." Oh, the first time in a tenday since she heard her own name, uttered by such a man. "I, thank you." "You look good today, Luisa." "Oh, thank you." Draken released her chin, allowing her to lower her head. His manhood had long since hardened painfully against his armor. This trip was worth it, he mused, taking a step back to admire her lovely lowered face. Absolutely beautiful, with a pretty pert nose, luscious lips, and baby blue eyes, her hair – about as red as mine, too, he thought – in a neat ponytail. Even with her head lowered, her large, pendulous breasts were in sight, topped off with visibly hardened nipples. Draken had long since lost count of the slaves he'd sampled and stabled, but this had to be the first time in at least a long time, if not ever, that he'd gotten so hard so quickly. She displayed such... deep desire along with a most adorably submissive bearing. He liked to think it was his natural charm holding sway. Then again, Sharessans were well versed in bedroom activity, so her demeanor could be a coy ploy for affection. Either that, or the aura of attraction on his magic staff was kicking in, as usual. "You have beautiful breasts, Luisa. Would you mind giving me a better look?" Draken crouched, still holding onto his walking staff. She nodded slowly and arched her back upward as far as she could, her upper torso more or less upright, presenting Draken with a delicious view of her creamy, full firm breasts. He traced his finger from her chin down along her neck through the valley of her deep cleavage, watching her semi-hardened nipples swell ever so slightly. They were half an inch wide and just as long, now. She closed her eyes, mumbling something, and Draken took the chance to clutch the staff's ram head, focusing on Luisa, and whisper the trigger words to one of his staff's inherent magical powers, one that allowed him to hear her thoughts as if she had spoken them aloud, even as she was oblivious to his prying. (Oh, oh my, He's teasing me. Goddess, make him give me more.) Her voice rang of urgency. With a sly smile, he circled around Luisa, taking in all of her beauty, watching her breasts heave slightly with each breath and the slight indentations of her ribcage against her smooth skin. (He, he's checking me out! Oh, Sharess.) Her slender waist led to sharply swelling hips, and a pert, well-rounded derriere. Luisa turned to watch him, to look into his eyes. Draken was pleased to note the look of dreamy schoolgirl admiration on her lovely, lovely face. (He looks so good. Oh goddess. Such a handsome man. Could look at him all day.) Luisa inhaled sharply as she watched him lick his own palm thoroughly, then, with the most glancing touch, stroke her right ass cheek. Draken saw her bite her lip. (Ah!) "Hope you didn't mind that. I thought I'd like to see more shine off your pretty ass." "Alright." (Oh. My nipples are so fucking hard.) Women's Worth Ch. 01 With a few taps of his hooves on the steel floor, Draken was right behind Luisa, still in the classic doggy position. For a while he had a view of her shining wet snatch, and her other orifice, then watched the rounded musculature of her ass clench to hide them from his sight. (Oh Sharess. He's right behind me! He was watching my pussy!) Then she felt the same, barely-there touch of his wet palm stroking her other ass cheek. (Mmm.) Her ass jutted backward a little, her butt easing to display her pussy. (My cunt, my sopping wet cunt, oh why can't he just give it to me!) Draken smiled at another outspoken mental exhortation as he watched her squirm a little in her bonds, her knees dragging along the floor as she tried to squeeze her thighs together. Her 'cunt' was indeed quite moist, with a tempting trickle of juice coating her rather puffy nether lips, now a swollen, aroused reddish-pink. Still, he'd like to hear her beg, first. "Do you know why I am here, Luisa?" "You must be a slave buyer." (And you want to fuck me, so do it, please...) "How would you like to spend a lifetime as my personal whore?" "What? No! I'm a free woman. Never." (No!) Draken tensed a little, and then chided himself silently. She'd been an accommodating slut right from the start and he almost blew it all right there. "Well, then how would you like to feel good? Feel something like... this?" Draken crouched at her side and cupped the underside of her hanging left breast, slowly stroking from side to side. Luisa turned to face him again. "Yes. I like to feel good, just, just like that." (His touch is so sensual.) "I want more." Cupping her left breast with both palms, Draken marveled at its fullness, and relished its creamy texture, his palms fondling her breast flesh, avoiding her nipple. His palms at the sides of her breast, he began to slightly press his palms together, to be rewarded with her delicious mental moans, even as she closed her eyes and remained silent, her back again arched upward as far as she could, her upper torso more or less upright. His palms pressing with added pressure, his thumbs stroking her aureoles, he teased yet another exhortation from her: (Lick me there, please!) Extending his forked tongue, he deftly caught her long-neglected nipple between both forks of his warm tongue and licked lightly, the narrow, rough extensions playing over her nipple. The sight of a devilish forked tongue and its expert ministrations was enough for her to cry out loud and clear. Even as he started nibbling lightly on her hard nubbin, his hands released her left breast, cupping her long neglected right breast, and she squirmed at the touch. Kneading her right breast firmly with just the right pressure, Draken took her left nipple firmly in his lips, sucking sweetly as she trembled. Then he released her, pulling back and getting up. "No! Don't stop!" "Beg me!" "I... Please, I beg you, make me cum! I want it so bad! Fuck me, please!" "Oh, but I will!" Standing right before her, Draken hastily disrobed, revealing to Luisa his naked male body. His torso and arms were all hard, rippling muscle, his skin pale white. A young, hard-bodied stud, with his hard dick springing from his armor: Luisa guessed it was about 8 inches long, and one-and-a-half inches wide – she was in for a ride. (That's a lovely dick). Guiding his cock, rubbing its tip over her pretty face, Draken smeared pre-cum all over, especially right under her nose, and smiled as she twisted her neck trying to catch it in her mouth. She was such a slut. He trotted around her until he was again admiring her exposed cunt. If it'd looked tempting earlier, now it was absolutely irresistible. Her thick, fiery red cunt lips pouted slightly. Her juices were streaming from her pussy, coating her inner thighs with her intoxicating juice, such that her smooth, toned thighs and pussy were glistening with the moisture of pure arousal in the bright white light. Barely reining in his instincts by now, Draken stroked his right palm over her both her inner thighs and his left palm over her bared puss, slowly and firmly, scooping her nectar in both hands as she jerked her hips back for the long awaited release. Reaching forward, the tip of his dick teasingly rubbing over her slit, his palms pressed onto her breasts, rubbing her warm juices well into her firmness. (Oh my, oh my!) She was beyond coherent thought now, and when Draken placed his palms before her, commanding her to lick them, she complied lustfully, partaking of the sweet nectar of her own flower, her cheeks burning with shameful arousal. As Draken's hard dick slowly slid into Luisa, a finger stroking her neglected clit in slow circles, she cried out loud: "Oh yes!" The time had finally come, and even as Draken fought to keep a slow pace, the Sharessan's now unbridled lust saw her pumping his thick shaft, her hips thrusting wildly. For both of them, it was a tight fuck, and Luisa felt her pussy stretched to an extent she rarely felt – and it was great! Draken pounded the redhead with a steady, even, well-practiced stroke, keeping himself enticingly close to the edge while Luisa made her way, his hard chest and abs grinding onto her firm back as his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. After a while, as her noises grew louder, he raised her hips a little with his forearm over her tummy, to gain more leverage to pump deeper into her tight depths. His free hand rubbed her clit in short swirling circles. Draken then heard a ear-splitting howl, felt her clench his meat, and heard himself scream as he arched his back, releasing his hell-spawned cum into her cunt with the force of fire-breathing dragon, even as Luisa's cunt kept grasping his cock, milking his seed. Finally, fully spent, Draken withdrew, his semi-limp dick coated thoroughly with both their ejaculates, Luisa slumped forward on her elbows, her breasts shaking with her deep breaths. * * * Walking briskly, Luisa's rescue party was soon at the slavers' hideout. "The choice as usual is between going on the offensive or trying to sneak through it. I'm personally partial to the former; I feel like it, and it's likely they're prepared for any sort of option two." Val said. "I'll leave the tactics to you two. I'll stay outside here." Lyndia said. "As you like. I'll do the usual buffing spells, and we'll try our best. We've done this before, so there's hardly anything we can't deal with. Rocky will tag along too." Back at the alley where they started off, Val commenced her numerous castings. Firstly, spells to coat them both with a layer of stone skin – well known as a stoneskin spell, followed by a shimmering sphere on both on them to ward off elemental damage. Kat recognized the next: a group haste spell for improved alacrity, then one Val said she used to absorb spells thrown at her, manifest as a pulsing blue glow around her feet. The tanner's shop Lyndia had led them to was, by all appearances, a nondescript roadside shop-house. Fully prepared, Kat proceeded to unlock the door, crouching low to pick precisely. Pushing the door slowly open, a bolt of lightning streaked just above Kat, singeing her hood. Leaping back to safety, Kat quickly drew her short bow even as a gang of minotaurs – humanoids with bull's heads and 8 feet tall, well-built and armed with brutish clubs and axes – charged through the doorway, bellowing with rage. Lyndia appeared to have retreated into the shadow and safety of the alley. With her practiced hands and lips, Val loosed a lightning bolt of her own that struck one of the lumbering beasts, and leapfrogged one to another, winding its way back through the beasts back into the room, which then rang with muffled bellows of pain, before fizzling out, the first minotaurs struck stared wide-eyed at the gaping hole through its chest before falling, the hapless victim of the infamous chain lightning spell. Those that survived the sizzling still charged headlong toward their foes and fell prey to Kat's lethal rapid fire. In ten seconds Kat had loosed as many arrows. Emerging through the narrow door, the stupid beasts were easy targets for Kat. Between her arrows and Val's magical bolts of energy, they were quickly disposed of. Just as the last of the minotaurs fell, the doorway was cleared once more, and with their keen, persistent night vision both women spotted a minotaur, brandishing a staff, fire another lightning bolt, this time at Val. Striking her with pinpoint accuracy, Kat winced as the bolt clashed with her protective auras and watched her friend grimace in pain. Still, her protections had borne the brunt of the shot, and Kat quickly stepped up, shooting the staff wielding minotaur through the skull, and it crumpled lifelessly. Inside the shop, the duo stepped over charred corpses and peered around. The rank, nose-numbing odor of beast blood and curing oils permeated the irritably humid air. Leather hides hung from the low ceiling, and heavy barrels lined the walls, except where the fireball blast had smashed them to smoking cinders. "There's got to be a secret passage." "Behind a wall? Let me get the barrels away." Motioning for Kat to back away, she cast a fireball that spread from herself into a ring of fire that smashed into the barrels, blazing them into ash. When the smoke cleared, both women peered anxiously about, and found a gaping square hole set into the ground, covered by barrels just a little earlier, that led to a flight of steep stairs. Even with night vision they couldn't see where it ended. Kat nodded in readiness, and led Val down. Leaning against the wall to avoid stepping on the center of steps, the most common of traps, they reached the bottom to find an eerie cavern. Skulls hung on stalagmites glowed a low purple. A ring of stone spiders as large as cows seemed to reflect the inhabitant's peculiar taste in décor, but both girls knew they could just as well be golems, magically animated guardians. A throng of minotaurs stood stationed along the walls. Wasting no time, Kat, with bow in hand shot at the closest minotaur, and its comrades roared in rage, bounding towards the trespassers. The spiders came to life, beady eyes on their stony forms pulsing in artificial consciousness. Val summoned 'Rocky', an earth elemental from another plane of existence to help them. Crawling as if from the earth itself, the creature seemed made of beige rock, with veins and arteries of molten lava. Its clubbing fists were well out of human proportion, both as big as its rocky head. At ten feet tall, it towered over anyone. Of course Val never knew if it was always the same 'Rocky' she summoned, but they looked about the same. As the spiders and a dozen minotaurs advanced towards them, Val unleashed a glowing blood-red lance that arced straight toward one of the spiders. Slicing through a few errant minotaurs on the way, the lance of force dug deep into the spider, shattering its body as its eight disembodied feet still twitched. Kat kept on shooting while Rocky crushed any minotaurs who ran afoul of him, his burly fists bearing down on them with impunity. Loosing a rain of crushing hailstones and bone-chilling ice onto the rampaging beasts, the minotaurs were bludgeoned, beaten and decimated, with only the four spiders remained to face them off. One of the spiders had finally made its way to the lumbering Rocky. Far more agile and nimble, the charging spider had stabbed Rocky right through the chest, and both women could see lava dripping through the wounds. Still, Rocky reached forward to grab onto one of the legs, its free arm reaching forward to pound repeatedly onto the offending spider's body. The other two spiders quickly rushed up to their comrade's aid, rearing up on their hind legs to stab Rocky repeatedly with their needle-like legs. The smaller spiders had leaped up and latched onto Rocky, stabbing his back where he couldn't reach back to tear them off. Watching as chunks of beige rock get torn out and lava splashing about, Val knew Rocky's time was just about up. While all four spiders were centered on Rocky, Val loosed a blazing fireball that singed her fingertips, and then soared through to ignite in a blast of roiling flame as it hit the elemental. Caught at the heart of the blast, all that was left of the spiders and Rocky were hand-sized chunks of rock. "Something tells me that isn't the last we'll see of Rocky," Val mused. "I wouldn't be so sure, humans. You might not live much longer," A dry, raspy voice scratched across the cavern as a dark elf wizard stepped out into view, one of the cavern's ten doors closing behind him. "Release all the slaves, and we might let you live." Kat offered. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Veldrin, purveyor of fine slaves. I specialize in harlots. I think the two of you have the looks. I'd treat you especially well." Veldrin taunted as he stepped closer. Even as a purple translucent sphere materialized around Veldrin, he declaimed a word of power and a dozen glowing balls of light burst from his fingertips, striking both women, sending Kat staggering back, peppering her with bruises. Val, with the offending missiles absorbed by her mantle, readily replied with her own spell. A mote of light sped through the cavern and melded into Veldrin's protections, willing it away. Kat was quick to note the change, and although the drow was quick to start another casting, his words collapsed into meaningless gurgles as he grasped at his throat, the arrow piercing his windpipe. In moments, his senses were lost in oblivion. Terse, mocking applause rang from above, from somewhere in the cavern's expansive space. It appeared to be a human in green plate mail, just that he had hooves. He wore an obnoxious grin. "I must say, that was quite the fireworks display. I particularly enjoyed your last spell, some sort of protection breach. It was this little wink of light, and Veldrin's quaint blue bubble popped just like that. I liked it!" "Do I have to blast you too?" "Not really, unless you're feeling belligerent. I won't stand in the way of your rescue mission; in fact I'm just about back off to my home in a higher plane of existence, dear. I had the chance to sample a slave before you so rudely intruded." Even as he spoke, Val felt strangely drawn to stare at him in the eyes, although her anger overrode the peculiar feeling. "Begone, then." "Although I must admit, I was half-expecting Veldrin to prevail. I would have enjoyed sampling you two too. Farewell! Have a nice day!" With a flourish of his walking stick, the levitating tiefling placed his hand on his chest, and then vanished from sight. As was customary exploring and adventuring practice, it was time to loot the dungeon. Veldrin's remains yielded his robes, which Val folded and tugged into her sleeve, and a set of keys. All ten doors, except for the one leading to the study, led to prisons that were simple steel enclosures with cold devices of bondage and torture. Each cell held one or two slaves, all women. Unlocking their bindings, the captives were directed to the exit. Finally, Val found the Sharessan without looking for her distinctive anklet. A blue-eyed redhead, she was gorgeous, with her hair in a ponytail, and all the curves in all the right places. She's prettier than even I am, Val thought. Then she found herself eye to eye with the captive, and smiled reassuringly. "You're safe now, Lyndia's upstairs waiting for you." Val quickly unlocked her bonds. "Thank you." The Sharessan stood up slowly, looking slightly uncomfortable. That was when Val saw a thin stream of fluid trickle down the Sharessan's thigh. The slaves here had been sampled, and most recently, her. Looking at the floor she had been bound to, Val noted the telltale puddle, and the intoxicating musky scent of sex, while Kat's alert eyes followed Val's. They turned to accompany the Sharessan up. Back on the street, in the darkened alley, Lyndia and Luisa hugged as Lyndia patted her back, whispering soothingly to her fellow priestess. Kat asked for clerical healing and Lyndia cast her healing spells without further ado, and with a surge of warmth the rogue felt her bruises heal up. "Lyndia, just before we freed everyone, we met a man in green armor; he looked like a tiefling. He vanished right before our eyes, and although he led us to believe that he was returning to some home plane, it might be a simple ruse to let our guard down. I suggest we stay over with you for the night, just in case." Val offered. "I don't see why not. Come, it is late, even for the likes of us. I'll have an acolyte keep watch, we'll have a good rest, and we'll settle rewards first thing tomorrow morning." High above them, bobbing slightly with the wind was Draken, levitating and watching keenly as the four women strode back towards the House of Desires. He couldn't help marveling at the allure of all of them. Stroking his chin, he smiled to himself, the makings of a grand plan to ensnare them all slowly but surely taking shape in his devious, devil-spawned mind. * * * Kat found herself the first to awake. Sitting up on her plush white mattress, she stretched her arms. She'd spent the night in Lyndia's personal bedchamber, and perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised that the spacious room had beds for a dozen. The walls were awash in murals depicting varied debauchery, the domed ceiling picturing a couple in a most intimate embrace. She sighed. Their reputation was far from undeserved. Besides that, the room was quite tastefully designed. The spotted white marble floor, cool to her feet, matched the ring of marble pillars rising up to the ceiling. At the center of the ring was a fountain, with sparkling water sprinkling from a vase held under a nude woman's arm. A circle of windows high up the walls revealed the dim glow of early morn. Val laid snoozing on the bed beside hers, while Lyndia and Luisa shared a queen-sized bed, quite separated. Kat half-expected to see them wrapped around one another, then chided herself for even thinking that. Getting up to dress in last night's adventuring garb, she wondered if the House's other occupants had yet to rise. Perhaps she could have a discreet look around. Stepping out of Lyndia's chambers, she found herself in the establishment's main hallway, with the entrance on her right currently bolted shut. The walls were decorated in the same vein as in Lyndia's room, although the ceiling was bare and the floor was made of parquet. Adjacent polished wooden doors were plainly labeled; there were the 'clergy quarters', the 'shop', the 'altar', and a 'festhall'. Festhalls were pretty commonplace in developed cities, just a place for eating, drinking, dancing and fun. At the far end of the hallway just opposite the entrance were double-sided doors. Despite being unlabelled Kat knew by instinct that they probably led to very spacious chambers for the less... socially acceptable part of Sharess worship. Before she could think of doing anything else, a blonde man of average build, wearing a light blue doublet and black breeches, with passably attractive features, strode towards her. He must have been stationed in the hall to keep watch. "Greetings, milady. Lyndia instructed me to keep watch." "Thank you. Luckily enough, we weren't troubled tonight. You look pretty fresh for someone who's been up all night." "Oh no, I had a good rest, I was just up an hour or so ago, taking over from my fellow. We aren't open to the public for about an hour and a half. Perhaps I could interest milady in some lovemaking?" "Excuse me?" Kat took a tentative step back. "Forgive me, milady," he said as he placed his palm over his chest, bowing slightly, "many of our worshippers and visitors are usually very forward. Clearly I was wrong to assume such of you. I'm very sorry." Women's Worth Ch. 01 "You'd better be careful with yourself too. If you so much as touch me... " Kat stroked the hilts of her shortswords, and the man sighed softly. "As you wish. My lady Sharess advocates pleasure, and we would never seek to force you against your will." "Whatever. I'm just thinking of taking a walk around, either in here or out." "Hmm. I doubt you'll want to visit the festhall or orgy hall. The altar room and our quarters are clearly off limits, and we cannot open the doors to let you out just yet." "Why not?" "A formality. Besides, there are those who wait outside for us to open every morn, and we have designated opening hours. Could I interest milady with a look around our shop? We are well stocked with items for your personal pleasure." "It doesn't look like a have a lot of choice. Lead on then." Kat followed as the cleric unlocked and opened the door to the 'shop', and quickly saw he wasn't joking about 'well-stocked'. The round room was the size of a common tavern's taproom, and the various stalls were all plainly labeled. Taking a look around, the first few stalls were stocked with an array of lingerie – various bras, panties and thongs, along with stockings and garters, and other outfits like teddies and babydolls and camisoles, among others. Finding a sheer black bra her size – 35B, Kat asked the cleric for some privacy. "I'll be keeping watch as I was before you came along. Just replace everything after you've tried and sampled – I don't know how well you know Lyndia, but I don't want any trouble." Kat nodded and he closed the door behind him. Bolting the door from the inside, Kat undressed, suddenly feeling a little playful as she tried the bra and a matching black panty. Mmm! Soft to the touch, they were comfy to wear. Kat looked herself over in a full-length mirror. Her arms were well toned without being bulky, defined by lean muscle. Her nipples were in view, her abs positively rippled as she flexed them, and her long legs were shapely and well muscled, rippling with every small step, leading to her unshaven crotch, her private fuzz showing through the sheer panties. Turning around, the definitions of her firm back in full view, she flexed her gluts, and watched as they hardened, rounding impressively as her ass cheeks clamped down on the panty fabric and she smiled in satisfaction. My butt's perfect, she thought. A dozen sexy outfits later, Kat was back in the buff and feeling quite a bit naughtier, the clothes she wanted back in place – she'd remember to get them later. Beyond the lingerie stalls were the most common sex toys: dildos, in all shapes, sizes and colors imaginable, and Kat found the glass dildos looked special. Maybe I'll try it on for size later, she thought. Looking around further, she found the store really seemed to be the conclusive one-stop shop for sexual goods. There were a few stalls for bondage-related activity, with classic black leather outfits, binding tools, whips, sex slings and stuff Kat didn't really see before, with a cursory glance. Toys for men were available too in a separate store, mostly penis sleeves, so-called pocket pussies. Another stall featured sex dolls, and Kat found herself put off by their oversized boobs. Still the last few stalls, displaying more specialized toys for girls was of the greatest interest. Holding up a string of ben wa balls, she rolled them around in her palm, her free hand rubbing over a string of beads. Next, curiously opening up a labeled cardboard box, Kat fished out two small black rubber caps – clit or nipple kissers. Turning around to make sure she was really alone, Kat slowly sat on the floor. It had been a while since she'd last played with herself, and despite her own misgivings (grown women shouldn't have to masturbate!) she found herself excited by the prospect, her nipples tingling in response. Her aureoles were small, but her nipples relatively thick and as long as the last joint of her little finger when excited. I've had my best orgasms by myself, Kat thought, and licked her own fingertips before slowly stroking them over her own nipples, feeling them spring to life at the gentle attention. Holding them lightly between her fingers, Kat tugged slightly, and felt that swell of sensation spread from her nipples as a tingle all over. Picking up the rubber caps, Kat quickly licked them over, and then firmly pressed them onto her nipples, sighing as she squeezed them lightly, the devious design creating a vacuum over her nipples with perfect suction. Mmm. The suction certainly worked a lot better than with those sold elsewhere. Holding the caps in her fingertips, Kat took a deep breath, and then squeezed them just a little more firmly, squirming a little at the sensation. She'd always been sensitive there. With another deep breath, Kat squeezed down, then slowly twisted the caps around, and cried out softly as she felt her nipples twist along. Lost in sensation for just a while, it took a bit for Kat to realize someone was rapping on the door quite insistently. Cursing, she got to her feet, replacing the caps and dressing before opening the door to the watchdog cleric. "Hope you've enjoyed yourself, milady, but we're opening for business soon. Lyndia, Luisa and your friend are already at breakfast in the festhall, and are awaiting your company." Nodding in acknowledgement, Kat made her way to the festhall even as she felt her nipples, still unpleasantly hard, chafe against her bra. Damn it. It felt so good just a while ago. Thinking about it sent residual tingles through her lithe frame. The festhall, complete with a dancing floor, bar, and dining tables was mostly empty early in the morn. A flight of stairs just beside the door led to a second level, and Kat could see a corridor lined with doors, probably to private rooms. Val and the rest were already dining, and Kat joined their table, a set of bacon, scrambled eggs and raisin bread ready for her. "So what'll you be up to now that you're free again? See the world? Kat and I could use a cleric to patch us up in our travels." Kat winced inwardly at Val's suggestion; she just didn't like that idea. Sharessans were stupid sluts. "Maybe sometime in future, for now, I'm researching one of the goddess' artifacts; I'll be visiting some of the archives and libraries around. You can always find me here, later in the day. I'd like to see you around, Val." "Sure! I'll be sure to drop off some other time. I believe Lyndia has a sort of reward for us two." "That I have. Well, when Kat's done meet me back in my bedchambers." Done dining, Luisa and Lyndia took their leave first. "Where were you?" Val asked. "I was at the shop, their sex shop. They had some nice clothes and toys." Kat replied between bites of bread. "Sounds interesting! Gobble up and we'll see what we can get." Val lit up, positively thrilled at the prospect. Later back in Lyndia's room Val and Kat watched as the mistress of the House walked up to the fountain and pressed her palm to the statue's vase, muttering under her breath. A beam of red light shone from the vase, striking the wall straight on, which shimmered and faded from view to expose a hidden vault – a small storage room with a gleaming metal chest and leather bags lying on shelves. Kat's eyes widened as Lyndia opened the chest, filled to the brim with shining gold. Lyndia poured some casually into an empty leather pouch, then handed it over to Val. "Here's a thousand gold, give or take a bit. It was nice having you help out – I don't think I'd have managed to free Luisa by myself." Lyndia smiled. "What do you know about the green-armored tiefling? He got away. I hate having that loose thread at the back of my mind." Kat asked. "Luisa said he called himself Draken. Apart from which I know nothing. I'm sorry. The only way I knew where Luisa was was through the anklet she wore. They're slavers. They don't need to know someone to abduct them, dears." "I see. Well thank you for your gold. Farewell then." Val and Kat exchanged cheek kisses with Lyndia, and then made for the door, but Kat stopped halfway in her tracks. She turned to face Lyndia once more. "I was wondering if we could get some kind of discount from your store. I was looking around earlier today, and I saw some... interesting items." "Oh! So that's where you went! I thought you went to... Anyway, sure! I'll come along with you two, the merchants all know me." Back in the store, Lyndia informed the shopkeepers of the discount to be given – a good 10%. Passing them a key to a private room on the festhall's second floor, for 'private pleasure', she excused herself to attend to 'other business'. "Hey Kat! Look at all that lingerie they've got! Let's go try some on." Val took Kat by the hand, but Kat stood still, pulling Val back. "Valeria. There's something else we got to do first." "Oh, alright. You can tell me." Val knew Kat only used her full name when she had something important or urgent to say, squeezing her hand. "It's been a darn long time since we played our game." "Oh! Oh, okay! Goodness, Kat, you looked so serious. I thought it was bad news. You're right; we haven't played in a long time. We've been pretty busy, huh?" "Yea, so we have. You know how just now I was looking around in here? I found some really fun looking toys, and they've got like a cartload of dildos around. Let's get what we want and go to the room Lyndia gave us." "Aye, aye, ma'am! This sounds like it'll be so much fun." * * * Checking her door was locked, Lyndia went back to her bed, sat up with a square mirror propped up before her, and waited. Lyndia knew everything that went on in her House first hand, with the help of the magic mirror that allowed her to watch over her home wherever she was. Focusing on the room she'd let to the two adventuresses, her image in the mirror swirled and faded, replaced by a top-down of the room from the ceiling. They might know a technique or something she didn't, and Sharess advocated experimentation with potential new pleasures. All right, so maybe she wanted to just look at those two for a bit. The goddess knew, she wasn't usually into other girls, but those two were gorgeous – hourglass figures and achingly beautiful faces. They were probably just playing together, but who knew? When the two women finally stepped into the room at five past nine, Lyndia leaned in a little, watching closely, feeling her cheeks warm. * * * Locking the door behind her, Kat opened the case of toys, placing on the sparsely decorated room's king-sized bed, watching as Val unloaded it. First retrieving two gleaming glass dildos, she placed them on the bed, aside from each other. Following those were matched pairs of clit kissers, butt plugs, G-spot dildos, anal beads, strings of ben wa balls, orgasm balls and various dildos. It certainly wasn't the first time they'd masturbated together, a mutual pastime that started when Kat caught Val rubbing herself one quiet night camping in the wild. Since then they'd always did it together; it just felt more enjoyable, since both of them loved to go slow, and a great way to let go when men weren't around. Their personal game with a little contest, just 'our game', followed soon after. They quickly undressed, giggling as they gathered their personal pile of toys, sitting facing each other. "Kat, you've got such great legs. I'm jealous as hell." Kat smiled, stretching her well-muscled thighs and calves out. "Yea, you've told me that like, a thousand times. Your legs will tone up if you just ran around more." "Well I've told you a million times: my boobs are too big, they hurt when I run, silly. Can we just get going?" "Yup. Kat says, lick both your palms all over." Kat said, and both girls obeyed, licking thoroughly. "Val says, rub those wet palms... hmm, rub those wet palms over your tummy, just below your boobies." Watching themselves and each other, both girls did as told to, their fingers grazing the sensitive undersides of their breasts. "Kat says lick a finger then run it over your cleavage." "Mmm! Tingly." Val had always liked breast play in particular. "Your turn, silly." "Val says, suck the glass dildo, and swirl the tip, in circles, over your breasts but not the nipple." Kat, sucking her own dildo, watched as Val traced circles over her own breasts, her knees a visible pink, then followed, feeling her nipples sting as the wet trail ran over her sensitive skin. "Kat says, spread your legs wide open." Both girls obeyed, revealing their most intimate flower. "Val says, stroke around your pussy with your wet glass dildo." Elsewhere, Lyndia was naked too, idly stroking her pussy with her palm. How could they stand so much teasing? "Kat says, stroke between your pussy lips with the wet dildo." At Kat's command, both stiffened at the touch of the cool glass against their warm cunts. Going from vague to direct sensation, the teasing phase was over. Taking turns to issue commands, the real fun had just begun. Like mirror images, both girls began toying with their own greedy nipples, stroking them with light, grazing touches of the fingertips, and then rubbing them between their fingers. Their hard pink buds at full attention, the nipple-cum-clit kissers were brought to bear. This time it was Val's turn to marvel at their flawless suction over her lovely large nipples, with wide puffy aureoles: "I love these suckers!" As mirror images, Lyndia had a full view of the two grown women squeezing black rubber caps over their own nipples, their breasts a glowing red, their eyes closed in concentration, and couldn't resist reaching up to tweak her own nipples. "Oh, Sharess," she voiced her pleasure to her goddess, over and over. Following Val's instructions and example, Kat placed her nipple kissers away, holding the wand with the bulbous tip. Pressing the egg-shaped protrusion to her nipple, she mentally thought of the word 'one', and felt the wand thrum to life, the bulb vibrating gently against her engorged nipple, releasing waves of tingling sensation. Glancing over, Val was voicing strong opinions about the new wand, groaning as her face scrunched up, a puddle appearing on the bed sheets below her spread pink legs. Val trembled as she obeyed Kat, stroking herself, her secret lips, with her bare palm, feeling the slick juices coat her sticky skin. Unknown to Kat she'd made her own wand rise to level three now, and it thrummed hard and fast over her hard, swollen nipple, sending tingles all over, right down to her hard, swollen clit. Upright and on her knees, Lyndia reached down to work the dildos in her holes. The 10-inch long, two-inch thick monster in her puss stretched her wonderfully, and its ridges ran tightly over her depths, its thinner brother digging deep into her asshole. Squirming in sensation, Lyndia watched the girls intensely still, scrutinizing their sweaty, red bodies, and their shaking breasts, waiting for their climax. Their pussy lips were blood red and gleamed with thick moisture. She didn't have to wait too long. Val, lying on her back by now, gave the final command: "Val says to get to the edge." With her knees up, Val drove a pliable, realistic looking dildo, with veins and all, fingering her clit with her thumb as her free hand twisted and tugged at her nipples, her skin red all over with the flush of pleasure. Kat worked the glass dildo, her clit pulsing with need, her free hand using the wand on her nipples. The slick, smooth dong now pulsing harder, faster at Val's last command, Kat thought of her secret fantasy. She thought of the men of the Silent Network, those with hard bodies and good looks, stuffing her mouth and pussy, and maybe even her asshole with their hard, thick-veined, red hot dicks, her senses reacting to her lustful thoughts, a flush of red heat assaulting her breasts, her nipples, her pussy, like a spray of fresh cum, her cunt tensing for a while. Kat stopped moving for a while, willing the orgasm back just this one time. Val heard Kat's usually strong voice just about whimper she was close, and thought of her own fantasy- Tied to stocks in the doggy position, in a quiet attic, a charming elven man, now grinning, her ass tightly shafted from behind with a gleaming glass dildo, his sleek hands stroking her pussy, pumping her depths with three fingers as she came, her juices spurting to form a thick puddle on the floor as she screamed, thrashing helplessly bound. "One." Val started the count, at the end it would be over. "Two." Val continued, and by now Kat had the wand thrumming her clit. Counting mentally with Val, the vibrations at her clit suddenly surged. "Three!" Kat screamed as she creamed, the magic wand reached its thrice its initial intensity, her clit pleasured like never before. Lyndia watched as both girls came at three, watching them thrash about on the bed, their sweaty red bodies, a puddle of cum at their pussies, their delectable faces twisted in deep and hopeless pleasure, her dildos still pumping keeping her at the edge – then she saw a thin stream of female pussy juice squirt from Val's pussy, felt her neck and cheeks tingle hotly and her cries joined theirs as she slumped to a side, her thighs clenched together as she came gloriously. "I came." Val announced, her nipples still stinging, as she felt the last waves of her orgasm fade, sitting up and watching with a smile as Val still shook, her hand gripping the bed sheets. A short while later, a panting Kat echoed her: "I came too, but after you. I've won this time." "Besides, mine was surely harder. Damn, that magic wand thing was really magic on my clit! I could never rub it like that." Kat shared. "Kat, I squirted. I could feel it, those hard clenches as it all came out, and it was so fucking good. Mine was definitely better than yours. See, my puddles much bigger than yours." "So you juice a little more. I don't care; I've won this time. Lunch is on you." "All right, whatever. I feel a bit hungry anyway." "Val, look at the sun. I think it's about noon. We spent the whole morn at Sharess' pleasure." She pointed out the window at the blazing sun high in the sky. "Why don't you be a honey and get us lunch? The festhall's just downstairs." "Yea, I'll go order, but I won't bring it up for you, you lazy bitch. You keep all our stuff, we'll eat downstairs and go." "Aye, you go first. I'm a little dazed." Watching from the corner of her eye as Kat wiped herself dry with the bed sheets, dressed, and left. Getting on all fours, Val lapped at the puddle of her own juices like a cat slurping a dish of milk, savoring her own salty brew. I am licking my own pussy juice, and loving it, Val thought shamefully. I am rubbing some onto my tits, she continued. Flushed with shame, a free hand reaching for her still-throbbing pussy, Val quickly came again, her cries muffled by the bed sheets on her lips – bed sheets soaked with her cum. Women's Worth Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Succubus Elsewhere, a radiantly beautiful brunette lay on the mossy green banks of a lake of sparkling blue, amongst with blooming ivory lilies and graceful swans, under a midday sun, surrounded by an infinite expanse of verdant plains, majestic waterfalls and free-flowing rivers in heavenly beauty. Dressed simply in a plain white toga, as her attendants trimmed and painted her fingernails with utmost care, her feet splashing lightly in the refreshingly cool waters. Her skin, as silky smooth as a babe's, was the hue of light chocolate; her sweet features were nothing short of perfect, the very embodiment of beauty framed by the delicate tresses of her long red hair. Every now and then even her familiar attendants would stop to gaze upon her longingly; she inspired immediate admiration, if not affection, for she was the goddess Sharess herself. The multiple invocations of her name in her own shrine by a priestess of hers, somewhere on the Prime Material plane had aroused her attention, if for a while. Then they grew sharply in intensity, the intensity of pleasure, and then the surge of sensation that could only be orgasm. That she was masturbating was unsurprising; but what she'd been watching– hmm. That could be interesting. Even as she answered the calls for divine spells from her clerics and regarded her many supplicants calling to her, she divined the identities of all the women involved, and more. Over the millennia there'd surely some women who had taken to one another, but they'd long since ceased to interest Sharess – men had always been more to her taste and pleasure, but these two were strange – in that all were classically feminine beauties and, they didn't feel for each other beyond friendship. Two weren't her supplicants yet, but their future dalliances and overtures to anyone were certainly potential amusement in future. Storing the knowledge of the incident in a disused corner of her multi-faceted consciousness, the goddess rose from the soft moss, tossing her toga away. The water was just right, not too cold, but refreshing to the touch, and Sharess purred, a throaty, husky purr that send shivers through the air, like silk draping over the men around. Following their goddess into the pool, they began to tease her, caressing her back and soft thighs with touches perfected with a lifetime of experience. Surrounded by her bevy of toy boys, tall, muscular men, her soft breasts pressing into hard pecs, Sharess sighed helplessly. This was going to be a long bath. * * * Luisa was back on the street and quick on her feet, eager to leave Oldover House behind her. A four-storied stone mansion in the Temple District, it housed the city's Sages Guild. Mostly wizened, wrinkly old men, sages were usually elderly scholars with a wealth of knowledge for those who could pay. She should've known, really. The men there were too old for her charms and have any regard for the goddess, and the one attending to her already had a patronizing smirk at the sight of her holy symbols. She was certain she heard him mutter 'whore', but boldly asked after knowledge of the wands of Sharess. "Can't say I've heard of them, so I won't charge you a coin." The old man replied to her matter-of-factly, but Luisa couldn't help feeling put down. Anyone who knew of Sharess had a vague idea of her dogma: The pursuit of pleasure. Pleasure certainly had many aspects: the pleasure of familial warmth, social activity, sport, theatre, adventure, and certainly sex. To Luisa it had always seemed that pursuing life's greatest pleasure had certainly justified its central position in the goddess worship, and hypocritical how everyone wanted it yet disdained those who were outspoken about their desires. Trying something new was something Sharess advocated and Luisa loved to do. Back in the temple in Calimport, Luisa had heard many rumors of the wands of Sharess, left behind on this mortal plane during the goddess tenure here during the Time of Troubles: some said they were magical dildos, others that they were smooth silver rods topped off with a glowing red crystal ball. All agreed that the wands, previously used by the goddess' avatar, once used by mortal women, would heighten sensitivity and pleasure to previously impossible levels. They were said to be lost to the sands of time, and impossible to find. The lucky girl who had them wouldn't ever relinquish them, Luisa was sure. They could've been just hearsay altogether. Still, the quest for a relic of the faith was a nifty excuse to leave Calimport and the tedium of living under the thumb of superiors jealous of her looks behind. Said superiors were probably eager to let her go too. As for actually searching for the relic, Luisa devoted as much effort as she had actual hope in finding it. In truth her journey across the continent had been a thorough pleasure trip, what with new sights, adventures, and men: lots of them. They had been very eager to sponsor her repeatedly, and her anklet of infertility, a standard issue item among Sharessans, meant no worries of pregnancy or 'dirty diseases'. In the short time she'd spent in Raven's Bluff, she'd come to know a number of amorous men, the most noteworthy of late being an elven merchant, Laramis Tharm; while not a noble, he had immense wealth. His visit to the House of Desires had Lyndia welcome him personally, and for a skinny, pale-skinned man he had been quite rigorous, Luisa mused. He'd asked her to visit every now and then, and she hadn't had much time to, until now. Making her way along a hedged walkway, Luisa marveled at the majesty of his five-story mansion, which exuded an air of highbrow antiquity, with vines lining the dark slate gray walls. The grounds, rimmed by tall spiked walls and patrolled by easily a score or more armored guards, even featured a tall watchtower at a corner. What would the view be like there? Luisa wondered, and resolved to find out. The human doorman bore a butler's garb and an upturned nose, but flashing him the signet ring Laramis had given her turned the prim and proper butler properly obsequious as he bowed deeply, opening the thick oaken doors wide for her. "The master is as of yet not home. As always, he has important business with the merchant council. Would the lady enjoy a cup of tea? The master often entertains associates here, so we have any brew you can think of in stock, with even some imported from faraway Kara-Tur." He referred to the Far Eastern continent. "A pity. I'm not very thirsty, but I'm in the mood for some reading. Perhaps you could show me the library? If there's one around." "Of course there is! The master has as complete a collection of tomes as any noble. Only last week I made the tasteful purchase of –" "Perhaps you could show me to see for myself." "Of course, follow me." Following the butler up winding spiral steps to the third floor and through double oaken doors, Luisa found herself staring at a sea of shelves. "This entire floor is devoted to the library, milady. I shall return to my business, if nothing else, and inform the master of your presence when he returns." "Aye." She waved him off, and he retreated backwards so as not to show his back. The doors creaking closed behind her, an old joke came to mind. A haughty noble boasted of his education thanks to the hundreds of tomes in his library to a traveling scholar, who replied that he'd only a single textbook at hand – but at least he'd read it. The shelves were clearly labeled with inscriptions carved into the wooden shelves' sides. Bypassing fiction, Luisa roamed around, her footsteps echoing in the commodious chamber from the slightly domed ceiling before finally finding labels of interest: adventures and magical artifacts. To any adventurer, the magic of her tools truly set her apart from her peers, their worn medals of accomplishment. Swordsmen could train for years but fall quickly at the hands of a villain bearing a blade so magical it cleaved right through their own. Maybe she'd find out about something worth finding and owning in these shelves. The first book she picked up was a journal of one Fredor Tharm: apparently one of Laramis' forefathers had been a man of the road. Leaning against the shelf, Luisa found herself captivated by the unassuming prose detailing his daring deeds. She'd reached a part where he wrote of finding a cloak of invisibility and using it to morally ambiguous ends, smiling at his spirited displays. That was when she heard the echo of another's footsteps, and felt herself warm in anticipation. The memory of the previous night's fucking still played in a corner of her mind, and Luisa felt herself yearning to feel like that again. It didn't help that the book now described Fredor's voyeuristic tendencies. "Slipping into her shower just before she could close the door, I leaned into a corner, watching her strip. But she was fine! An elven woman with particularly full hips and perky tits. I watched her wet herself and soap up, her hands touching herself, and I got damn hard. Then she started slipping a hand between her own legs and leaned against the wall and-" At that point Luisa could hear his footsteps closing in. "Who's there?" Luisa asked, giggling. When the footsteps reached her from behind she swiveled round to face – nothing in particular. "Who else?" From behind, Laramis lilting, almost melodious, elven voice replied as he covered both her eyes with a forearm, and then slipped a blindfold over, a black satin hanky. "Oh, how naughty! I like it." Luisa giggled again, feeling firm hands turn her around, guiding her backwards until she leaned against a wall. Those hands pressed her still for a while, and Luisa smiled, pleased that her attire had the desired effect. Her red long sleeved, low-necked shirt worn over tight breeches that showed off her firm thighs were slowly untied and peeled away, revealing a white sheer chiffon baby doll and thong, her nipples, adorned with clip-on nipple rings, poking hard out. His hands pressed her arms up against the wall as he leaned in, his stiff member rubbing against her legs, his tongue wetting her nipple over the silky cloth, her little buds already standing hard, squeezed through the ring as she yelped softly at the sudden, wet touch. Try as she might Luisa couldn't remember being blinded while fucked, and found her self thrilled. Laramis seemed a lot rougher than usual, but that only added to the freshness of this fuck as he tugged her baby doll's bodice up and over her head, both hands stroking her smooth soft breasts, as if relishing the touch, before gradually closing his fingers, kneading her breasts, not painfully hard, while still tweaking and toying with her nipples, but with tingling firmness. His tongue, rough and wet laved her nipples repeatedly and with darting speed that she felt them driven to deep red swelling. As he lapped at her nipple his hands tugged her thong, already dabbed wet, to her ankles and off, and lifted her by the knees, her back leaning against the wall as she yelped, instinctively excited at her legs being spread, her pussy getting bared. His cock teasingly rubbed over her pussy and she smiled as he loosed her ponytail, her hair hanging free before the hardness suddenly slipped inside her, smoothly and sharply, as they assumed an upright missionary stance, and Luisa stiffened. He seemed thicker than last time – condoms? In any case she it felt better. Her vision dark and empty, Luisa could only feel her sweat flowing from her brow, down her deep cleavage, his tongue still attending to her excited nipples with the occasional spike of pleasure as he nibbled down, as the pulse of their fucking pumped her with sensation. As she felt the slight crook of his tool curve to the right, pressing against her walls there a little harder, his thick length almost reaching her cervix, she knew it wasn't Laramis at all, her pussy wetting in excitement at that knowledge. Fucking a complete stranger was nothing new for Sharessan priestesses, but with the novelty of the situation, and her mind closed off to the visual and focused on the sensational, Luisa was helplessly and heavily aroused, her love juice copiously coating her man's length and girth. Red-faced and groaning in sheer pleasure, her hands reaching to rub her clit and nipple, she felt the stranger's hard chiseled torso and his thickness stretch her wide, testing her depths with constant pressure, a steady rhythm as her ass shook with his forceful ministrations. The warmth of her cheeks burning her cries of passion, she shook her hips, humping with the splitter shafting her so deeply, her breasts shaking with the effort. Then they came. Luisa went first, her juices gushing at that peak of pleasure, with the force of a cannon, warm streams of juice dribbling down her reddened thighs. Fuck, she screamed out loud. Then she felt his, the warm spurt of jism as he groaned out loud for once, a deep guttural sound, and the nipple that he'd sucked on trembling with a chill at fresh air. He didn't stop shafting though, and Luisa tugged at her own hair, trembling against the wall. Then she felt her back sliding down the wall as he pulled out, the deed done. Luisa stroked her palm over her tender pussy, basking in the afterglow. Tugging her blindfold off, Luisa groaned in consternation as she sat flat on the floor, with no one in sight, her wet pussy achingly empty as she registered the quick sharp echoes of running footsteps. Leaning back, Luisa fingered herself furiously, two fingers shoved into herself, curling them a little when she pulled outward, her other hand scooping cum into her lustful mouth, her senses tingling at the taste and scent of male cum, then her free hand stroking her clit as she came, her cries flavored with cum as she shuddered in heavenly orgasm yet again, feeling nothing but the pulses of pleasure, then opening her eyes to watch her own love juices seeping from her pussy into a puddle, mixing with the stranger's cum. For what could've been half an hour or a whole afternoon, Luisa lay with her back slumped against the wall, basking in the deep scent of sex. When she heard the doors creak open followed by echoing footsteps, they belonged to the rightful master of the house. "I've had lunch prepared, and we can go – well! Well, well. Looks like you've been having a good time all by yourself!" Laramis, dressed for business in a regal black jacket over a white silk doublet and black pants shook his head at the sight of the naked beauty, her breasts heaving and sweating, her spread legs displaying a wet, red pussy still gleaming with a puddle of cum just below. Picking his relative's journal up, he gave a quick look-through and grinned knowingly. "Ah. I see. I used to enjoy these journals myself when I was younger, though this is just the tip of the iceberg." "Let's go have lunch, shall we, oh Laramis?" The elf felt his pointed ears perk up and tingle for a moment at her sultry, sexy voice. "Of course. Let me help you up." "But first, I thought you'd like dessert." Luisa flashed a feral grin, then turned around to get on all fours, facing away from the excited elf, parting her knees wide so that her bared moist pussy were exposed between baby smooth ass cheeks leading to toned, tanned thighs – almost too good to eat. Getting on his knees, Laramis scooped cum from the puddle onto her pouting nether lips, seasoning the dish as he extended his long curling tongue for a first taste – first just a quick lick, followed by another, and then a long, slow lick across the length of her slit, and the first of her delectable moans came. Luisa felt his fingers pry her cunt lips wide open, as he tasted her most secret depths, her hand tugging at her own nipple, held stiff all the while by the unyielding nipple ring. "I know you just love taking it in the ass, don't you Lu, you silly slut." His thumb started swirling over her puckered back door. Luisa nodded and cried out a yes, that musical, aristocratic voice talking down and dirty to her electrifying her sense of arousal. "I love playing with you too, Lu. You're like a child's plush toy, but with all those lovely little moans and groans." Laramis goaded her further, his thumb popping into her ass and as if on cue she yelped at the intrusion, tugging her own red hair and squeezing her breast. Laramis straightened his back, his forefinger tapping on her magic button; his thumb swirling between thin pouting nether lips. He grinned to himself, delighted at the redhead stamping her fist on the floor repeatedly in unbridled expression of enjoyment and the sensuous view of the expanse of tanned flesh on the redhead's curved bare back that rippled and tensed with her excited little movements. By now the hand attending to her ass was pumping her with two curved fingers, his other hand stroking that glorious back, and she actually purred in reply. Running his thumb down the smooth indentation of her spine, her back arched sharply, the fingers of her tightly clenched fists spreading wide instantly. I'd rather see that pretty little face now, he thought, and commanded her to lie on her back. Closing up to her, still on his knees, they assumed a modified missionary stance, with only one of her legs propped on his shoulder, his hand still working her back door alternately with thumb and two fingers. If Luisa looked gorgeous on any given day, right now she looked divine. Her siren's face was a deep, almost angry red and the perfect picture of deep and meaningless arousal. Her eyes were tight shut and from that vantage point her nose looked even perkier and prettier than usual. Her luscious full lips moved constantly, softly voicing her pleasure. Her head tossed and turned in tandem with his finger thrusts and her long smooth red hair swished and swayed. In the few seconds he took to take it all in, his manhood, thick and covered with veins running with hot blood had hardened to almost breaking point. The time had come. His free hand anchored to the floor he thrust powerfully inside her sopping cunt and she moaned loud and long, tugging at her hair and gripping at his hand as she humped her hips in rhythm. Her breasts, flushed red, large and pendulous, perked up at the points of her nipples and shook with the force of his fuck. With the experience of long years he paced himself, determined to finish her off. Laramis could tell when she was cumming when her cries reached a crescendo and for a telling moment she just didn't move at all, her fists clenched tight and just then he reached forward to squeeze and tug at her ringed nipples. Again it was Luisa's turn to go first, and when she came, it was as hard as ever. When her nipples yielded to his rough fingers her pleasure spiked high up just before her inner dam had burst. She screamed semi-coherently calling to her goddess and crying out expletives while pussy juice spurted out her filled depths spraying Laramis with hot wetness. Then it was his turn, and Luisa clenched her walls tight as the first of his hot cum pushed deep in, milking his hard engorged cock. Looking on his own tortured expression she reached up to tweak his nipples too, until he slumped, spent, and slowly withdrew his sword, soaked to the tip in their cum. * * * "If you hadn't said it earlier, I'd never had thought you were interested in becoming a follower." Kat sipped Oolong tea, savoring the essence of far off lands as a waitress cleared their empty plates. "Honestly I don't see why not. I already share their ideals, you know, to have a good time in life. Who doesn't want that?" Val slouched a little in her seat, shaking her legs. "I'm not saying I don't. They're not aligned with any evil groups, they seem pretty alright, but I just don't feel good about it." Women's Worth Ch. 02 "Want to tell me about it?" "For one, people are going to look at you funny all the time when you wear your holy symbols or whatnot. I've lived off stealth for so long, you know, I don't think I could enjoy that sort of attention, being with you." "I could always wear it inside my robes. No, that's not it, Kat. I've known you so long. You just don't like me coming out to embrace my sexual identity." "I am uncomfortable. My best friend is going to join the ranks of universally despised harlots, that's why! Look at Luisa. She got sampled, but that's just another way of saying she got raped and she didn't even look bothered. I just can't identify with that." Kat downed the last of her tea, setting her cup down lightly. "We can't ever be sure just what Luisa's really feeling, but of course you're right. We should keep on having a good time, just not until we become like, animals, you know. Really, I hear you on this. You know me, I like to fool around at times, but I'm not the sort of heartless bitch who just cares about myself. I care about this city I love, and I care about you too." Val pressed her hand over her heart. "Yup, I know. " "Thanks for coming up front with this. I didn't know you didn't like it. You're a real friend, Kaitlyn, and I really treasure having you around." "That's nice of you. Oh, I like you too." Kat reached out to hold Val's hand for a squeeze and a smile. "So have you got any new missions yet?" Val asked. "No, I'm free for now. You?" "I'm thinking of researching the spell book I got from the drow wizard." "What for? You're obviously his superior." "Oh, you can never know. But I can always do it later, if you've something in mind." "Maybe I do. " Kat flashed a dimpled grin. * * * "I hope the veal was to your liking." Laramis asked, as he wiped his lips with a satin kerchief. "It's good enough, thank you." Luisa couldn't help feeling a little awkward speaking to someone across the long table in Laramis' classy dining room, but at least her fumbling with the cutlery wouldn't be so obvious. "Tell me, Luisa, what do you get up to when you aren't... in the shrine?" "Hmm, any number of things. I could be out strolling through the city. I haven't been here for very long." "Yes, you told me before. You didn't tell me why you left Calimport for here though." "I'm seeking some of Sharess' holy treasures, but they're thought to be long lost." "I see. I'd love to help you, but these days I'm so busy with work. Ever since my father Ferric passed on, I've had precious little time to myself. I've had to manage the business all by myself. This mansion didn't fall from the sky. I appreciate you stopping by, and it's so fortunate I'm more or less, free for the rest of the day. It's been a long while since I've enjoyed myself like that." He smiled, genuinely pleased. Walking over to her side of the table, he pulled the chair back for her. "Thanks. That's very sweet." Luisa got up. "Would you like a stroll in the gardens? They're very well-kept... or so I've heard." "I'd rather get back to the library for now; there were some books I had my eye on." Laramis nodded and they made their way up the spiral stairs. "Who was Fredor Tharm? The adventurer fellow, whose journal I was reading." "An uncle. Those journals were already there when I was in my teens, which could be already middle age for human folk. I used to read them late into the night, dreaming of following in his footsteps." He chuckled coldly to himself, shaking his head. "Well, look what's turned out of that. I'm a foppish merchant man like dad." "Well you're a lot richer than anyone I know. There's a lot of people who'd kill and more to live like you." Luisa said as she pushed the doors to the library open. "To be honest, I envy you, Luisa. You live so free of cares. It must be easy to get anyone's attention, too." "You don't say." Luisa smiled brightly. How many men has she lived off? How many more will come? Ah, but she's gorgeous, and for now I should just enjoy her company, Laramis thought. "I was thinking of reading up on magic artifacts, and then going out to look for them. You know, a treasure hunt." Luisa thumbed through the shelf of books. "Hmm. Maybe we could read one of the other journals instead. Goodness. By Corellon, I didn't know we had that many of them in here." Picking out a volume at random, and then a few more, Laramis led Luisa to a couch beside a window. Lying back on the cushioned couch with Luisa's softness in his lap, the sprawling city spreading out before his sight, the warm glow of midday sun suffusing through the tinted glass, Laramis flipped open "Underdark Journal 1". Following Fredor's crawl through a dank dungeon as Luisa lay on his chest sideways, her soft breasts against his chest, Laramis could feel the steady, firm pulse of his heart against Luisa, and for the first time in a while, he felt truly alive. * * * "You know, it isn't safe around here. I've heard the drow try to dig their way up from the Realms below into the tunnels here. Or that beholders come fly around now and then." Val whispered as they stepped along the dark tunnel, their boots splashing the rank sewer water softly. "It's just a little look see. We're not just any other bandits, we'll do fine. I haven't been here in a while." Kat led the way, her shortswords in hand. Long before the time of present-day Raven's Bluff, an old dwarven city called Sarbreen had been dug into tunnels and caves well underground. The city had been sacked long since, and all that remained were ruins and the ancient treasure of the Stout Folk, the dwarves. Their once-thriving civilization left a legacy of tunnels behind, some of which cut through the sewers of today, and hid caches of dwarven wealth. Tales of treasure were common pub talk, and tales had spread of innkeepers finding enchanted armor behind walls in their cellars or the basements of noble mansions haunted by short, stocky spirits. So-called treasure maps to the riches of Sarbreen used to be all the rage among adventurers in the city until the city watch put an end to it, although dwarves, with a whiff of pride, have boasted that at most a tenth of all of Sarbreen's wealth had been uncovered to date. Today the tunnels below the city, if conspiracy theories are to be believed are rumored to harbor evil organizations like the drow or Red Wizards of Thay. They probably still hide hidden treasures, along with the denizens of the deep that have over the long years taken up residence in the abandoned dwarven hold of old. Under cover of invisibility, other warding spells, and with the benefit of magical night vision Val and Kat had made their way into the sewers through a hatch in the House of Desires, traipsing through the dank, dripping sewers, following tunnels leading lower down, for the lower they went, the more they would find. They'd wandered at will, but not without marking the way back on parchment, at one point dodging a band of gnolls, with little to show for it besides sewage stained boots. Then, Kat's sharp eyes spotted archaic dwarven runes, almost faded, etched on a mossy wall. Such etchings commonly appeared singularly in the tunnels, most were likely street signs, but these formed a complete arch that looked to rim a doorway. "I'll check for traps." Kat bent her knees a little to stay still, then leaned in slowly to scrutinize the walls around, followed by the floor, looking for the telltale signs of slightly displaced tiles that bespoke hidden compartments for arrows or spikes to fly out of and incapacitate would be treasure hunters, but found none. "I can't read dwarvish. I don't think even a dwarf could read this ancient script. The runes themselves look to be pressure plates; we'll have to press them in sequence. I'm not sure we should even bother to try. There're about two-dozen of them, the sequence could be one of a thousand possibilities. Maybe we could copy them down and find a sage." Val suggested as Kat ran her finger along the indentations on the wall. "No, I think we can open this right here and now. Look, some of the runes are dustier than the others. Those cleaner ones would be those that one needed to press. Look closely and you'll see a handprint. It's very faint, but the layer of dust over the handprint is just a little thinner than around." "We can't tell if those prints were made by some other explorers. Even if you're right we can't tell the sequence." "We could just try, since there're no traps around. Check for magical traps." Val nodded, casting a divining dweomer that for a moment, bathed the arch of runes in a faint white glow, and then faded. Kat knew from experience that if the runes were trapped, they would've glowed a blood red. "Well, let's try one of them. Which ones have handprints?" "There're two, one of both sides. Hey, maybe you should press them together." "As you like." Val reached forward to press the runes down, heard a soft click from somewhere in the wall, and then the section of wall rimmed by the runes sank quickly into the floor, revealing a doorway into a darkened corridor. "Wait. Let me scout ahead with the wizard eye." "Good idea. I'll keep watch." Val cast her spell, and Kat saw a hovering eye the size of her fist appear in Val's open palm, then fly through the doorway. The magic of the spell kept the wizard eye invisible, although powerful individuals or diviners would detect it. Through the eye, Val would get a close-up look into the hideout without endangering herself by actually entering. Val's own eyes were closed, and she stood still, leaning against the wall, maintaining the necessary concentration to see and hear through the eye. In Val's mind, the dark corridor, with mossy stony walls, was sweating drain water. The tunnel tapered into a hole that Val could crawl through, about 7 feet up the wall of a tavern's taproom, with resounded with the raucous cries of merrymaking; only the staff and clientele appeared to be of an exotic strain. The barmaid was a bare-breasted brunette with earlobes lined with gaudy rings. Her breasts were modestly sized, but they seemingly screamed for attention with tattoos tracing the curves of her orbs, smaller circular ones rimming each nipple, which were joined by a dangling silver chain. Tales of beholders stalking the city's underground had circulated for years. One called them "a big eye with a bunch of little eyes that eats adventurers for breakfast". Today Val finally saw them for herself; a group hovering around a table. Each monster was a levitating, spheroid body with slimy skin, a horrendous fanged maw and a bulbous large central eye, it bore tentacles ending in smaller eyes – eyestalks – writhing on the top. The sight of them chilled Val to the bone. All in all, the tavern looked to be a motley collection of the scum of the land. Goblinoids like bugbears and orcs rubbed elbows, playing poker as a pair of ogres flung darts at a helpless bound goblin. A gang of dwarves in spiked bloodstained armor cheered on their arm-wrestling, muscle-bound comrades. Lizardmen, by all appearances scaly bipedal man-sized lizards slouched in their seats in a corner, sipping from a glass mug of blood-red fluid. Val could only imagine how they'd all smell. Passing through the only other doorway from the taproom, through two blue-skinned ogres, led to a rowdy arena. Goblin bookies grabbed fistfuls of betting gold behind a counter as spectators crowded against the railings around the battleground 20 feet under. Somewhere, a bell chimed, and the gladiators emerged; a troll of green gnarled skin armed only with clawed hands opposing a hooded drow in purple-black plate mail waving a gleaming silver scythe, its bladed edge glowing a poisonous green. The troll, dumb beast that it was, lunged with its claws outstretched, only to have them almost carelessly batted away with the drow's scythe. Undeterred, the troll stumbled onward, slashing and flailing away at the drow it towered head and shoulders above, only to have the sneaky little fellow dart away or slap the offending hands away. The drow smirked, beckoning the beast with a crooked finger. The troll had made its last move. With a tremendous leap the drow bounded right over the troll, sparkling dust trailing his feet, twisting around and slashing his scythe in a slick fluid stroke. The troll's head thudded onto the ground in a spray of green gore and venom moments after he landed, and he hoisted his scythe in the air, triumphantly, drinking in the audience's adulation. Whizzing about, the eye exposed more of the den of iniquity. Adjoining chambers featured casinos and strip bars, and in a gloomy corner an eye-patched ogre rode a plump human woman pressed onto a table, her thick lips parting crudely, soundless in the collective clamor. Looming above the women writhing around poles, perched on a balcony was a winged succubus. Up close she was an attractive dark-haired girl, with swarthy smooth skin, and slender eyebrows over dreamy dusky large eyes, with the horns of a ram that curled around back under her dainty ears. Her wavy jet-black hair flowed over her bared breasts and shoulders, snuggling between her spread gray wings, like those of a bat, membranous, translucent and fluttering slightly. Turning away, she swaggered – no, sauntered – back into her room, her hips swaying with the practiced gait of a model or a whore. As she stepped into her caliginous chamber, crystalline light gems set into the walls shone sanguinely to life, pulsing as if with a heartbeat. The walls themselves were lined with uneven chunks of inky-black rock, with searing lava seeping through the cracks in between from somewhere in the ceiling, sizzling ceaselessly. A plush bed, body-length mirror, various drawers and bookshelves and finally a crystal ball swirling mistily atop a table implied a level of luxury fitting either a highly favored harlot or the proprietor. The succubus paced around idly, her arms folded under her pale breasts in thought. Thumbing a few books from her shelves, then pacing back out to peer over her balcony, she finally drew a box from a drawer. Plopping into bed, she drew a handful of dildos and a tube of lube. Spreading her muscled thighs she exposed her pussy, a touch of soft pink among a sea of dark skin her hand reaching down to stroke it with her fingertips, a slow even stroke, her thumb toying with her clit. Squeezing lube onto her palm, she groped it evenly onto her breast. Her thumb and forefinger met under the veil of black in what had to be a squeeze of her nipple, and she gritted her teeth, her sharp features, those pronounced cheekbones now a painting of pleasure, and then she moaned, ever so softly. "Uh!" Val's eyes leaped open, and she shook herself, standing. "Well? What did you see?" "Nothing!" "Nothing? You took quite a while. I was pretty bored just standing around." "Of course I did. " Val brushed some hair behind her ear, and continued, "It appears to be a tavern of sorts, only for weird creatures. Get this straight: I saw lizardmen, beholders, drow, goblin-kin and evil dwarves. There's the taproom where I saw ogres use a goblin as a dart target, a bloody gladiator arena where I saw a drow behead a troll, a casino, and a strip bar." "Sounds wicked. So what do you think we should do? Try to kill them all? We probably could. If it's a confined space, lob in a few fireballs and ice storms or whatever and blow their brains out. Then we loot them." Kat had a sly gleam in her eye. "I don't know. This place hints at a whole network of evil creatures that thrives in these parts. We could probably manage the hit, but I think we should try to infiltrate and see what more we can learn about the other hidey-holes. " "Hmm. Yes, that's a better idea. I just wanted to wipe some scum from the face of the earth. Or should I say the gut of the earth? Still I can't really believe it. Are you sure? About the things you saw? This is a really big thing to discover just from a few hours of wandering. You'd think someone else would've found out. Besides where do you think those goblins came from? Surely not from deep under." "I guess we're just really lucky. The whole of Sarbreen is huge, and we're probably like a few hundred feet underground. Not many people come this deep, unless they know for sure of a hidden cache. Which nobody knows these days? As for those gobs they should be from the Vast. Brought in by a mastermind with a use for some brute muscle." Val explained, referring to the wilder land beyond the city walls. "So how're we going to 'infiltrate' the place?" Kat's fingers mimicked quotation marks. "We'll stay invisible for awhile, since this doorway actually seems to be a hidden entrance. It ends up in a small hole we've to crawl through. Once we're properly inside I'll dispel the invisibility. We'll look just the same, only with a nice pair of horns to pass for tieflings. "Val eased into her practiced spellcasting and then each girl apparently had horns half a foot long. Kat led the way again, and when the tunnel reduced both girls to crawling, the blonde was close enough to take in the sights for herself. A while later, Val smacked her on the bum. "Remember, don't look too surprised or anything. Look indifferent. Remember that you dumb blondie." "Whatever. We got to turn around to hang onto the edge first, then drop down. Don't trip over yourself getting down, oaf-girl. It's a pretty high drop." As nimble as her namesake Kat slipped backwards, her long legs popping out first, then clinging onto the edge of the hole, finally dropping down on her toes with nary a sound. Val followed clumsily, landing with an unheeded thump, indistinct in the background clamor. Wiping the invisibility as they squeezed through a gang of goblins, the duo made for the bar. Kat stared at the bargirl's jewelry in wide-eyed astonishment while the brunette cocked her chin to look down her nose at them. "What's good these parts?" Val ventured. "We have everything you could want, although my personal fave's the milk special. How about that? Two milk specials?" A list of drinks available hung above offered beverages like 'boiled bat's blood' and 'mixed brain juice'. "Uh, sure." Kat plopped her quid onto the bar, and the bargirl swiped them up readily before turning around to grab two mugs from a high shelf, her firm back curving sleekly, the tip of her ass crack just showing through her tight pants as she tiptoed. The duo watched as the bargirl leaned forward a little after thumping the mugs on the table, her back still facing them, her forearms reaching up. Eventually it dawned on them what exactly the bargirl was serving up. When she turned back around she held two mugs filled to the brim with creamy, slightly frothy milk. Val couldn't help sneaking a peek at her nipples to find pale white rivulets leaking from swollen red nubs. The bargirl leaned over propping her elbows on the bar table, eyeing both girls, licking her lips deliberately slowly, then flashing a sly grin. "Enjoy. It's fresh." * * * I had been trailing through dark beyond dark for hours on end when I saw them, the illithid, or the mind flayers. My cloak of invisibility notwithstanding, I felt a tinge of fear, a sensation I'd almost forgotten. Psionic humanoids which an insect's eyes, black and deep, they had four octopus-like tentacles around a lamprey's mouth. Their heads looked like squid, and I'd heard the tales of them catching a man with their tentacles, sucking the very living brain out. The repulsiveness of their physical forms was nothing compared to their psychic powers, or so I've heard. I'd rather die not knowing how it's like, taking a Mind Blast squarely, a shockwave that stuns the mind, and thus the body as well, that leaves their victims helplessly stunned beyond their own volition as the dreaded illithid feast on their brains. Mind Flayers indeed. Women's Worth Ch. 02 The two illithid I saw led a ragtag assortment of ogres, minotaurs and beasts, most likely their slaves. The illithid thought of themselves as superior to all other races, and enjoyed keeping slaves – or thralls, as they called them – to remind themselves. Perhaps they were more powerful, but I'd never admit it. They were strong in mind, but far weaker in body, with the build of a poor scholar. My sword in hand I crept into the tunnel they occupied, my footsteps covered by those of the illithid's thralls, the thoughts of my mind kept to a meaningless monotonous hum, for I knew they would sense any thought, or psychic emanation. Poised behind them, my greatsword swung to a side, the swish through air alerting the creatures as they turned around to face me, scant seconds before I lopped their heads off. They were made of meat after all. The thralls' slow shuffle came to a halt. I knew that they, unfettered by chains or cuffs, had been chained by the mind, but it was then I realized their minds had not simply been controlled, but erased. I put them out of their misery, and returned to my path. "Well, that was creepy, wasn't it?" Luisa asked, snuggling up with Laramis. "That's why I idolized him so much. It takes a brave heart to be an adventurer." "We're too far from the Underdark for any of those monsters to even get close, aren't we?" "Aye. They are as good as a world apart from us." * * * Vera cooed as she slowly slid the fake cock from her depths, coated with a dripping mix of lube and cum, her wings shivering slightly. Her basking in the warm sweaty afterglow of orgasm was disturbed by the urgent red glow of her crystal ball. Intruders! It had been so long since the last time someone got past her door guards and damn, was she pissed. Stomping over to peer into the crystal ball, her brows knitted in a harsh frown she found the swirling mists parting to reveal two horned tiefling girls at the bar. Hmm. Calling upon magical powers she telepathically confirmed with door guards that the two tieflings didn't come by the front door, and called to her minions to fetch the offending two to her quarters. They'd have hell to pay, she promised silently. * * * "You two. Mistress want see you right now." The guttural voice of a blue ogre grunted at them, patting the flat of his broadsword on his other palm menacingly, a snarl between his tusks. "You come nice and quiet, or we bring you in pieces." Kat looked to Val, who gave a slight nod. Let's play along for now. Getting to their feet, they allowed the ogres to lead them through the arena and casino upstairs, through a long corridor, finally waving them into what Val recognized to be the succubus' chambers, the gems on the wall pulsing a tad faster than before. The woman herself had her back to them, her arms crossed and her devil's tail slithering on the floor. Unlike the last time Val saw her, she donned a black leather catsuit, which was modified with a high starched collar and low neckline. She swiveled suddenly to face them, snarling before cocking her chin, narrowing her eyes at Kat. "Who the hell are you and how did you get in? I'll brook no trespassers. You'd better have a good answer. " Vera stopped in her tracks when she looked over Val, her lips snapping shut. At some point in their lives some people will be lucky enough to meet somebody that they'll find absolutely, stunningly gorgeous. For Vera, it was Val. The succubus felt her mouth dry at the sight of the prettiest girl she'd ever met, her anger melted away helplessly by the uncomfortably gripping sense of shyness. The succubus stared right at Val, into her baby blue eyes, clasping her hands behind her back. "Why don't we all, just, I think, take a seat? Here. Around that table. We've stuff to talk about." Vera had her head bowed a little as she gestured at the crystal ball. The trio sat at the round table with the crystal ball still glowing red, showing Val and Kat at the table. Vera wiped her palm over the sphere and it grew nebulously murky again. "I'm Veralasque Blackheart, but you can call me Vera. I own this place. What's your name?" Vera asked as she faced Val, her voice much softer, rubbing tablecloth between her fingers. "I'm Val." "I'm Kat." "I was just talking to her. I'd rather you kept quiet, so I can pretend you aren't around, bloody bitch." Vera snarled at Kat, who rose to her feet, until Val pulled her back down. "Vera, she's my friend." Val looked Vera in the eye, and the succubus bit her lip. "Sorry, but I'd rather she not really urm, contribute to this conversation. I mean, it's hard to talk to two at once." Vera had her hands clasped on the table, leaning a little forward, still facing Val. Kat turned away a little, sulking. For a while, Vera didn't say much. She tried to, her lips parting a little then shutting tight again, her eyes darting over Val, who noticed the light gems seemed to be pulsing faster than ever, like the heartbeat of someone who'd just ran a dozen miles. "Well, the only problem I have is that I didn't really see you get in through the front door. We have to keep security tight around here. We can't risk any stupid adventurers from above running around and then running up to the city watch and exposing us. Other than that I'd love to have you around my little place." Vera smiled, and for a while Val left all lies behind. "We found a back door. There's a hole in your taproom some ways off the ground. It leads back to a rune door back on one of old Sarbreen's streets." "Oh! I always knew about that hole, but I always thought it was just a dead end that used to be for storage. So it only opens from the other side. I've been around here awhile; see, before we built the tavern out of this space, so I thought I knew all about here. I was a bit angry just now, you know, like, in the spur of the moment. You won't blame me will you?" Vera leaned forward a little, her head bowed till her chin touched her chest. Val thought she looked almost deferential, and in her own home. "Of course not! We're happy to get to meet you. Not everyone gets to!" Val smiled. "Thanks! It's, it's really nice to meet you too. "Val was sure she added a little something to 'you'. Maybe it was the way her eyelashes fluttered, or the curve of her lips, her lips almost pouting at the word. "Still, I've never seen you around here before. How'd you hear of my place?" "Oh, well, I heard it from Draken. He's a slaver, and we've done some work for him before." "The name's a little familiar. I think I saw him around, a long time ago. Can't be sure, can't really say I care. Well, as you've seen I've just built a place for us to have a good time in peace. Nice to have you around! Say, want a tour of my little place?" Vera smiled brightly; her eyes almost squeezed shut, then fluttering open to reveal her dusky large eyes again. "How can I refuse?" Val smiled and Vera sprang to her feet, reaching to take her hand. "I guess I can't tag along." Kat frowned. "Not really. Go back downstairs to where everyone is. Guards, take her away." Kat twisted away as the ogres clapped their sweaty palms onto her shoulders, stepping back into the corridor unmolested. Vera was leading Val away, probably to some secret room, and just before they turned round a corner Kat's keen eyes just made out Val mouthing something. Sorry! * * * "Where are we?" Val asked as Vera led her through the winding corridors into a small brightly lit square room, about 12 by 12 feet. On one side was a pink cushioned couch, the opposite end a raised stage with a central pole reaching up to the ceiling, with curtains behind. "This is our private VIP room where you'll get to enjoy special shows. Better than those downstairs. Way better." "Well, what sort of shows?" Val asked nervously as she eyed the pole, although she already had a pretty good idea. "Not just anybody gets to watch, you know. I only allow people I've known for awhile get in here, but well, since... I just thought you might want to enjoy something special, something... something nice. You know, so I can show you I'm sorry for getting angry earlier" Vera gazed at Val with doe-eyed expectancy. "Well, now that you put it that way, I can't say no now." "Yea! You're going to love this. You just sit in nice and tight! Your own personal show's starting in a jiffy!" Vera pressed Val by the shoulders onto the couch, and then darted out the door, leaving Val to her thoughts. Val thought about how Vera was almost hitting on her. It was so obvious, but so unlike a man's advances. She was nice, and doubtlessly sincere. She was coy, and unpretentiously affectionate. Did Vera have the hots for her? It sure seemed so! It didn't feel bad at all; in fact it gave Val a warm fluttering in her heart. Val didn't really think of girls that way, but there was no denying that the winged, tailed, dusky-eyed dark-haired beauty was hot! No. She's another girl! I'm not a lesbian. Maybe it's not what I think, Val thought. It's just like schoolgirls, just a girl crush. She's just being friendly. Even as she peeked at Val through the curtains, gazing all over her with a clear view in the bright light, Vera was having similar thoughts. She's so pretty, the succubus thought. Her flowing flaming hair framed an achingly beautiful teardrop face. Her baby blue eyes, and cute pert nose and luscious lips were just perfect. I could look at her all day! Her body was incredible to look at, with her creamy white thighs all but naked through the robes' partings. Her breasts weren't like her own, so large and full; Vera suddenly wondered how it'd be like to cup her creaminess in her own hands. Maybe she'd have to use both hands just to cup one of those beauties. By the Abyss! I'm not a lesbian; I don't like girls! Vera thought, cupping her cheeks, which felt shamefully warm. I don't like girls; I just happen to like this one. A bit. With that thought Vera toned the lights down to a dim red, took a deep breath and parted the curtains teasingly slowly, jerking Val to attention as she revealed herself, strutting onto stage with toes painted with black nail varnish. She had swapped her catsuit for a white halter sheer enough for her pink bra to show through and giving a peek of cleavage, her bared navel bearing a piercing in the shape of a coiled dragon biting its own tail. Vera ran her hands over tight black leather pants, which showed off her supple thighs that led smoothly up to fiery flaring hips. Just a few feet away, Val let her gaze wander over the incredibly sensuous girl, and her hands gripped onto the sofa when she followed Vera's hand to her 'camel toe', or the delineation of her pussy lips on the tight black leather. Vera slid a single forefinger over between those tender cunny lips, black fingernail on tight black leather; her finger trailing back up over between her breasts then through her pouting red lips, sucking her scent, her delicately pronounced cheekbones even more so now, her smoldering gaze locked onto Val's, now helplessly in thrall. With a stamp of her foot Vera swiveled around, bending over to accentuate her pert ass, that looked all the tighter in those leather pants, her devil's tail swaying sinuously from its base just above her crack. With a quick tug Vera's pants were at her knees and Val had an unobstructed view of ass so baby smooth, so pert and so firm, Val had the sudden urge to stroke it, her fingers loosing then gripping the sofa tighter than before. It didn't help Val at all that Vera wore a teeny sheer white thong, and the camel toe showed even more now and she could see the slit too clearly. Vera gave a playful little wiggle, and Val scrutinized the subtle definitions of muscle tone, her breaths coming short, shy and sharp now. It's uncomfortably entertaining to watch another girl strip, she thought. Vera turned, facing Val sideways and still bent over a little, the stark curve of her ass sharpened by the arch of her back, and then she pressed her butt back onto the pole, shivering just a little as she squatted, the cool metal sliding smoothly over her intimates. She was watching Val equally keenly, feeling the heat of the redhead's unwavering gaze. She was stripping for another girl, and loving every second of it. Turning back around, her back to Val so she had a perfect view of her ass again, this time the full ass cheeks parted by the pole as Vera slid her butt along the gleaming metal, her arched back rippling. Vera finally slipped her pants off all the way, tossing them to Val, who hugged them to her tummy, her eyes fixed on the unbelievably sexy succubus. Val felt herself Turned On so bad, she couldn't help shoving Vera's pants into her crotch, rubbing herself crudely against it, her knees meeting and parting, too aroused to be ashamed, but too shy to do any more. Vera turned to face Val, her bare legs wrapped around the pole, her full breasts hugging the metal. Val watched the flex and clench of finely defined thighs and calves, so fit and so shapely, as Vera shimmied against the pole. Vera had something more elaborate in mind, but in the heat of arousal that dance routine was lost in darkness in a mind already partly switched off. The enraptured look on Val's pretty face, the way the other girl was masturbating on pants she wore just seconds ago, the heat of the situation drove Vera to grind her wetness against the pole and she had to squat as her knees shook through a trembling orgasm. Val had played with Kat long enough to recognize a cum when she saw one, muted as it was, with Vera eyes and lips clenched shut, but there was no mistaking her flushed cheeks, shaking knees or knuckles white from her grip on the pole for stage fright. No, Vera came on that pole; her tail was swishing wildly, her wings flexed far wide. Val slipped her hand inside her thighs, quickly finding her own swollen clit, thrumming and stroking it furiously. Hot as she was, she came in seconds, her juices flowing freely as her thighs squeezed together. When both girls had recovered Vera stood up aside from the pole, slowly tugging her halter off, then clasping her hands at her crotch, her arms pressing her breasts together in the translucent pink bra. Val watched with wide eyes as her breast flesh yielded softly to her squeeze; her nipples, small but excited, poked visibly through the sheer fabric. Vera's sizzling gaze locked on Val's blues as she squatted, and then slowly spread her knees. Her thong was all but transparent now, soaked as it was with her cum, and Vera's pink in plain sight, her prominent mound seemingly jutting out in want. "More! Strip more!" Val cried out loud. Vera bit her lip hard; the gorgeous girl from dreamland was telling her to strip. Vera unclasped her bra and tossed it onto Val's lap for the redhead's stare to move away and up to her soft bare breasts. There, her nipples, islands of pink in a sea of brown, were slowly stroked and scratched over by glossy black fingernails, and Val felt a sudden tingle in her own nipples, and idly reached up to tweak them. When Vera's hands slid back down to grasp at the hem of her thong, Val awaited with bated breath the sight of the incredibly sexy succubus' pussy. Slipping the cloth over knees and ankles, Vera felt her clit tingle when she bared herself, her deepest intimates to the gorgeous redhead who was staring right at her own puss, tweaking her nipples and with a face flushed with obvious want. Then she gasped softly when she saw a dark stain of fluid dripping down the couch, down from the core of Val's thighs. Vera sat suddenly, looking aside. She'd made that hot girl so wet she'd cum and juiced all over her couch, her juices dripping all the way to the floor... at that thought her own face flushed with the warmth of deep new arousal. Vera had planned to stop here, at the striptease, but she'd never thought she'd cum – no, she'd never came before during a strip show. Now she wanted to, all over again, right before Her Hotness herself. Stroking her cheek for a while she found her voice, tremulous as it was. "Want my thong? You know, like a souvenir." Vera dangled her own thong in the air. The cloth was stained and soaked, and the air was thick with the musky tingling scent of girl. "Sure." "But you'll have to promise something first." "Tell me." "I want to see you lick this thong. All over. Have a taste... a taste of my ... pussy." Val blushed brightly and then nodded slightly, looking into her own lap. A moment later Vera's thong plopped onto her lap and Val lifted the soft, moist fabric to her lips. It smelled like sex. There didn't seem to be any other word for it. It wasn't like food, but the smell had to be an aphrodisiac of sorts, and it sent small ripples of tingles through her. Val had licked her own cum before, but this was another girl's. Under normal circumstances she'd have freaked out, but this time she was aroused beyond normal. Slowly she ran the tip of her tongue over where the thong covered Vera's pussy, then closing her mouth, registering the taste: a slippery saltiness. My goodness, what have I done? I've just licked a girl's cum, Val thought, and I sort of liked it. Her hands trembling she still couldn't stop. Gradually she took to the taste, her licks longer and faster until she had her lips onto the cloth, sucking and drinking in Vera's essence. Vera watched as Val dug her free hand deep into her robes, her knuckles pressed onto cloth as her hand worked her pussy. The redhead was well red in the face too and had her lips buried in her thong. Val lay back on the couch, stuffing the thong in her mouth, her legs squirming as the freed hand groped at a breast. The other girl then arched her neck suddenly, looking skyward with glazed eyes as her thighs squeezed together, her moans muffled by Vera's cum-soaked thong in her mouth. Eventually Val slowly sat back straight up, tugging the thong away. "Wow. You liked tasting me?" "Aye. Sort of. It's not everyday I get to, well, do that. Urm, it was alright." "I see you came. Was it a good hard cum?" "Aye." "Here, take these. Help me get my turn." Vera had sat on the edge of her stage before slipping over to plop beside Val on the couch. "I thought we weren't allowed to touch you strippers." "You aren't, and you won't be. Put that panty onto your hand and use it on me. I'll lie on the couch." "Vera, I'm not, you know I'm not a lesbian. I don't do girls!" Val talked to the floor, gripping Vera's stained panties. "You're not even touching me. It doesn't count. You're just helping another girl have a good time. You're not doing me." "I don't know. Kat's been waiting a long time for me. Maybe I should go downstairs." Val got to her feet and quickly had her hand on the doorknob. "I thought you liked me." "I do! But, we've just met today and-" "Please." Vera gave Val the doe-eyed look, her long curly eyelashes fluttering just a little above her round brown eyes. "I just want you to play with me. Is that a lot to ask?" "Well, well, I guess it's fine. This doesn't really count as, you know. I hope you'll, well, have a good one." Val relented. Vera lay horizontal on the couch, her hands behind her back. With her inhibitions out of the way Val knelt beside the succubus and thought she'd start off the way she'd want another to start her off: with a tender kiss, but for now she just tugged the panty over her hand like a glove, then traced over Vera's lips, and the other girl flashed an appreciative smile. Dragging it down her chin Val stroked over her neck eliciting mmms from Vera. "That tingles." "I know." "Here's a good spot." Vera pointed to a spot on the left of her neck, and Val prodded it with her fingertips, slowly easing into full strokes. The sensuous sight of Vera craning her neck, and moaning through bit lip more than rewarded her effort. Women's Worth Ch. 02 "That's lovely Val! But you'll be going downstairs soon I hope." "Aye, of course." Val gripped the couch with her free hand as she traced a finger over the succubus clear cleavage, and then in circles over her breasts that spiraled in over her nipples. Val's cheeks tingled again at the sound of Vera's excited little noises as the feather teased her nubs. Val watched fascinated as the flat nipples swelled into deep red stubs. Her breasts were of average size but those nipples looked huge! As wide as her thumbnail and at least half an inch long. Pressing her finger firmly onto the bud she rubbed in steady circles to her noisy approval. "Alright it's time for the main course." Vera sat up, her feet resting on both ends of the couch, her pussy bared right before Val's gaping eyes. The redhead pressed her fist to her mouth, stilling herself, and then drawing circles around Vera's pussy with her finger through the cloth, dabbed wet again. This close Val could see everything – the demon girl's protruding clit peeking from its hood, her thick, puffy pussy lips, pink with the promise of pleasure "Here, I'll need this soon." Vera seemed to pluck a dildo from the air, a thick ribbed dong, handing it to Val, who nodded. Teasing the clit from its hood Val taunted the pink bud relentlessly with slight wispy touches of the fabric, dabbed warm and wet. Vera responded positively, nodding and 'yessing'. When she yelled for Val to 'give it to me' the redhead complied, easing the dildo deep in, then pumping with the firm, slow strokes she knew she'd love herself, varying the angle of attack. Vera was rubbing and twisting her own nipples again, kneading her own soft breasts, crying her passion out loud for all her world – which was then just Val and Vera, two pretty girls, alone together, one pleasing the other. Val watched her new friend, watched her excited noises grow louder and her little squirms turn to slow thrashing about, and turned up the heat, thrusting the dildo faster, speeding Vera along the highway of pleasure, inevitably off the cliff of cumming, plummeting into the depths of sensation. Vera shook and trembled in orgasm for a good minute or so, then slumped sleepily back on the welcoming soft couch, totally spent. Val had half-expected a torrent of cum splashing all over her, but maybe Vera just didn't get that wet. Easing the dildo back out, the dong was gleaming wet and slick with cum, was were Vera's labia as she lay still with heaving breasts, her crotch stained and warm, the heated scent of pussy wafting into a nose that'd been teased all the while by pussy smell. "You liked my cum earlier. Why not some more? Go on girl. Lick. Enjoy. It's fresher this time." Vera grinned toothily. It was too much for Val to resist. Slowly, carefully lapping up all of Vera's cum fresh off the dong Val found her arousal swarming her senses all over again before she shoved the dildo through parted robes into her own waiting pussy, fingering her clit, drumming the throbbing bud, still kneeling, until she too creamed once more, this time all over the floor. "I hope you've enjoyed this part of the tour. I don't do the strip show for just anyone." Vera spoke conversationally a while later "Damn, yes, I've had a hell of a time. I really appreciate your show. It was very, how should I say, unique." "You're very unique yourself. I'd love to see you around. I think I'll leave the rest of the tour to next time." "Rest of the tour?" Val asked incredulously, "How big is this place?" "Only as big as I've wanted it to be... which is quite big. I guess you'll be leaving now. For your friend, what's-her-name." "Kat. Oh my goodness. I must have left her for like hours." "Hmm, maybe just half an hour? If feels like time flies when you're having fun, hmm." "Oh yes. I'll see you sometime." "Can you not bring your friend next time?" "Why not?" "Why?" Val asked. In reply the succubus bit her lip, slowly releasing it into a pout, then extended her tongue, thinner and thicker than a human girl's, licking her chin then curling it back up to lick around her lips, before drawing the sinfully long member back in, smacking her lips once, and flashing a feral grin. "We'll see about that next time. I want to tell you that, that I really enjoyed this. All this." Val said and smiled wanly, the succubus' facial display of desire leaving her heart thumping and mouth dry. "Thank you. I enjoyed having you around too. Oh and before you go, I want to give you something." Vera picked up the clothes she'd worn for the show and passed them to Val. "Something to remember me by." "I'll keep them well. See you... and take care." Val nodded, smiling. "You too. I'll be waiting." "Come, I'll show you back to my guards. They'll lead you back down." Leading Val back to her blue ogre guards, and waving goodbye, Vera snuggled herself into the plush white sheets of her bed, drowsy in the wake of her heavy exertion. Grinning, almost giggling to herself, her eyes finally shut tight as she fell asleep into a sound nap, dreaming of baby blue eyes. Women's Worth Ch. 03 While this story is written in the Forgotten Realms fantasy setting, having no prior experience with said setting will not hinder your enjoyment and understanding of the story, plot and characters. Here's some boring stuff you probably already know and don't really have to read but I've got to write down. Dear readers: This story features creative sex and violence; if this offends you, or if you're not legally eligible to read this material, do not continue. Legal Disclaimer: This work is set in the Forgotten Realms setting owned by Wizards of the Coast. No copyright infringement is intended in the writing of this story, which may be considered fan fiction written for recreation instead of profit, as well as a parody. However much of the story, its plot, scenes and characters are the result of my creative input and thus copyrighted material i lay claim to. Whew. With that out of the way, enjoy the story. ~valerisque ------------------------------------------------- Kat put her hood up and rolled the hilts of her swords in her hands, readying herself for the fight to come. Not too long ago she'd watched a rude succubus hit on her best friend and lead her away. Fuming at the thought she'd entered the arena as a challenger to let off some steam, but even as she beheld her opponent at the battleground's far end, an ominous sense of dread overshadowed her anger like a deeply thunderous storm cloud. He was a hooded drow and donned a formidable suit of black plate mail with touches of purple, bearing a silver scythe dripping sickly green poison. The arena's announcer spoke in the warbling, brutish tongue of the goblin kin, who were the arena's bloodthirsty spectators looming above, crowded around the restrictive railing. Her mind set on the fight, Kat pondered slipping her blades through some imperceptible chink in the mail, then decided to go for the jugular, the drow's head being covered by a mere hood. Then, she'd have to rely on her superior speed and try to get within the reach of the scythe, or take an opportune moment to shoot from her longbow, slung across her back with her quiver. Somewhere above a bell rang, the ringing reverberating off the walls. The drow dragged his scythe along as he walked with a slow steady gait towards Kat, beckoning her with outstretched hand. The blonde circled her foe, who stood imperiously still. Suddenly he lashed out at her in a swirl of silver, the scythe edge just a foot away from slicing into Kat, who quickly backed off. The drow was lightning-quick, each stroke of his weapon a split-second affair, as if he swinging a two-pound cane. The dark elf charged into an offensive, his scythe a blur before him as he unleashed a flurry of slashes, and Kat realized she'd eventually have a back to a wall and nowhere to run. Suddenly stopping from backing off to block the scythe with both her blades, they met with a metallic clang, the impact jarring her arms. He drew back a little, then slashed straight out, forcing Kat to hop back out of its reach, and just as she landed the drow himself was high in the air, well above her head. He was launching himself behind her for a slash at her unguarded back! At a stab of adrenaline Kat crouched low and rolled away, the sharp swoosh through where she'd stood reminding her how close she'd come. She came back up with her blades at the ready, and they paced around each other, calculating their next move. Kat contemplated catching the scythe's edge between her blades and tugging the tool right out of his grasp, and then realized it was more likely his superior strength would tug both of her blades away. There was no way she'd win this fight. Not in the conventional sense, at least, where one warrior overcame the other's parries to strike a fatal blow. The drow's strength was in his prowess, as a rogue, Kat was best at stealth and trickery. There had to be a sneaky, devious way of ending this. There always was, she thought, grinning harshly to herself under her hood. Still pacing each other, far out of each other's reach, the drow was still wondering how to finish off an opponent who'd dodged his favorite finisher when the hooded girl shouted a string of arcane words and threw her blades in an arc over and above him. Blast! He should've known he wasn't the only one with magic at his disposal. Turning and staring up at the enchanted blades, the drow prepared to parry their blows when they turned and struck at him, driven by magic. Only the blades seemed to be guided only by free fall. Too late, he realized the ruse, only to collapse in a starburst of pain as an arrow gored through the back of his skull. The crowd clamored and cheered the new victor, who indifferently picked her swords, the scythe and the dead drow's boots up – to the victor go the spoils, after all – and left whence she came. Kat made her way back to the gladiator's chamber, collecting her prize money, then made for the taproom. With scythe in hand, the unruly patrons of the tavern regarded the waif-like tiefling girl in new light, giving her wide berth as she had an ale at a corner table, and Val had little trouble picking her out. "Hey! I'm sorry I had to leave." Val apologized as she sat beside Kat. "No, it's fine. It's not like you had much of a choice, anyway. So what did she show you?" "Oh, she showed me how she fixed the outcomes at the casino. Another crystal ball and magic, like the one in her chambers, and we discussed magical methods of security too. I learn a lot about how she guards this place. She doesn't seem to be the mastermind of any criminal organization. She just runs this place where criminals get together. Anyway, that scythe looks familiar. Oh I remember now! It belongs to this crazy jumping drow I saw earlier. Tell me you didn't steal it." "I didn't. I fought him in the gladiator's pit and killed him." "I see. That's impressive. I saw him do the craziest jump over a troll and slice him from behind." "Aye, he tried it on me too. But I dodged." "That's great, but you could've waited for me. I could've snuck into the spectators and loosed a spell or two, I know some which can't be seen." "Thanks, but I can take care of myself when I need to." "Oh, all right. Still, congrats! That was really great." Val grasped Kat by the chin and pecked her on the cheek. "That's nice." Kat bit her lip, smiling. "So what do we do now? Maybe you'd like a break? Anyone who had to fight that drow monster could use one. We should sell that scythe off quick." "Aye. Let's get out of here." "Aye, but this time by the front door. The one we used should be sealed up by the time we come back. We should find out how to get around to the real entrance." The 'real entrance' was some way through the casino, and showed just how much Vera cared for security. A dozen of the burly blue ogres stood guard in the entrance hall, along with a beholder, its many eyes glaring at just about everywhere at once. At a side a trio of ogre shamans wielding their staves stood guard as well, with one scratching its hairy beer belly. The doorway was oversized, certainly to accommodate the larger inhuman folk, and beyond was the dark slimy crawl of the tunnels of lost Sarbreen. Back in the tunnels, the duo realized they'd just walked through a wall. Looking back where they came from, all they saw was wall, albeit with a peculiar looking rune, larger than most, marking the doorway. "An effective disguise. Very few people think of walking through walls, or of casting divining magic on a wall, and that rune is high up that wall so most could just miss it. The small army inside massacres any one who looks too closely." Val noted. "Let's go round the bend, and I'll copy that rune." Val cast her concealing spells of invisibility and non-detection, and the two winded through the tunnel-maze back to where they'd found their way in, with Val writing down the path they took, guided by a sense of their relative locations. Back there, they easily retraced their steps back to the surface, emerging back in the storeroom of the House of Desires. "Let's get rid of this scythe. It's not like I'll ever use it. Too heavy; not sneaky." "I know one of the wizards back from the guild who specializes in weapon and staff enchantment. He'll know someone who'll take this and give me a good price. Let's go." "I'm not allowed in, am I?" "Oh, right. No, you aren't. But we're not going to the High House, that wizard has a home outside, in Swordspoint. I've some business to take care of, at the guild, when we're done though. Won't be free for the night. Got anything in mind that needs me around?" "I'll be okay, don't worry." "It must have been pretty scary, that fight. How'd you beat him?" Val propped her hands on her hips. "After he tried the jump attack we were pacing around, and then I pretending to activate some magic in my swords. I threw them over his head and when he turned around to look I shot him in the head. Oh, and I also got the boots that let him jump around." "That doesn't sound like you. There's not much sneaking to be done in an open arena. I didn't think you would go looking for an open fight." "Maybe not usually, but it was a really wild place so I just thought maybe I could test myself. Feel the rush and all that. You know." "Aye I know. Those boots could be nifty. The way you won was so sneaky. But it could have turned out really bad. You threw both your swords. Still, you won. And we're getting some nice gold from this. You're a wonderful partner, and a great girl, Kaitlyn." "I guess you want something from me." Kat rolled her eyes. "Aye. I've thought of a new way to celebrate stuff. Let's hug and kiss." "What!" Kat looked at Val questioningly. "You heard me. Let's celebrate. Just two good girl friends sharing some love." Val smiled, tugging the scythe from Kat's hand and dropping it aside, holding both her hands together, between them. "I don't know." "We're not close enough, after so long? Or you don't like me? We're alone here." "Doesn't feel right." "It's alright if you really don't want to." "No! It's just, ten seconds, tops." "Aye." Looking her best friend in the eye Val's hands held Kat by the chin. Nuzzling each other pink nose to red nose both girls closed their eyes as their lips met. First it was a soft meeting of warm lips, and then Val tilted her head, her tongue teasing Kat's lips apart for a full-on lip lock. Kat could feel Val's warm hurried breath on her cheeks, which were still rubbed by Val's smooth hands, unmarred by work. Val moved to kiss Kat's top lip, then her lower. It was a slow kiss, lips moving leisurely, and then Kat felt a tingle that spread through her cheeks and down her arms and legs when Val's tongue met hers. Before she could think of anything else she held Val by the chin firmly pushing her face away. "Now hug me." "Aye." Kat liked the hug better. It didn't feel even the smallest bit strange but warm and fuzzy. Kat smiled to herself as her chin lay on Val's shoulder, hugging a girl she'd known forever. "Didn't like the kiss?" "It was alright." "From now on we'll celebrate like this, aye?" "Aye. You can have some good ideas at times, Val." They made their way back onto the street; the sky burnt a coppery red by the setting sun. Swordspoint is a neighborhood in the city close to Holyhouses and Altarside. The wizard they sought, Damien Rithgard, was a powerful mage in his heyday, although now that he was advancing in age he'd chosen a more laidback lifestyle, enchanting tools for other adventurers and trading in them. As one might expect, the walls of his abode were lined with racks and rows of martial weapons, including some of the more exotic eastern creations that neither girl could name, and although they looked unspectacular at first glance, here and there were unnatural iridescent gleams that hinted at the power under the surface. The wizened bald old man lounged in a cushioned seat behind a counter decorated with silver rapiers, reading a book. He appeared to be reading "Volo's Guide to Cormyr" upside down. "Damien, remember me?" At Val's voice he looked up. "Valeria! I could never forget a pretty lady. What wind brings you here this fair eve?" "We've something to sell. Urm, why are you reading that book upside down?" "Oh! Yes, it may seem strange, but... I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say I miscalculated experimental parameters." "I see. Perhaps you could take a look at what we've got and name us a price." "Aye, of course. Let me get up." Fumbling a little before holding shakily onto a walking stick he got to his feet and before the counter to examine the scythe Kat placed atop. "It's a scythe. What, you robbed a farmer? Engaged in some, shall we say, barnyard brutality? Hehehe. Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway, it appears to be well enchanted. There's some poison dripping onto the counter. Well, I'll just zap it with my wand of tell-all and we'll find out all we can." Tapping a wand onto the scythe he uttered a command word. The weapon glowed white-hot for a few moments. "Apart from the perpetual poison there's enchantments for lightness, some measure of speed and it's keen. Meaning you don't need to sharpen the edge every now and then, it stays that way. It should be pretty light, for a two-handed weapon, at least. Them farmers must have some anger issues. You sure you want to sell it? I bet it could down a whole cornfield in a minute! Haha!" "No, we'd rather not keep it. We're not exactly into agriculture." Val replied as Kat rolled her eyes. "As you like. I'll give you three thou. You won't find a better price. It's rare, I'll give you that, but not a lot of people train to use scythes. Greatswords are in fashion." "Deal." "Arr. Let me see. Here you are." Damien placed three bags of gold onto the table while he snapped his fingers. A stone golem lumbered from a corner to take the scythe and stow it away. "Before you go, I can see your friend looks to be the martially inclined sort. I sell any weapon you can think of, and then some, all enchanted with the most amazing magics. Remember, if you're out for blood, come to Rithgard! Have a nice night." "Well I'll be off to the wiz guild. You?" Val asked as they stepped out. "I'll get home and store this away, then get washed up, and snooze." "Take care, see you soon." "You too. Ta-ta." * * * With slick, glossed ebony walls and sparks of purple lightning that blazed in the night interrupting any silence with soft sizzles, the castle topped with needle spires was the High House of Magic, the impressive headquarters of the city's Wizards Guild. A man on the street had once pestered Val to help him get in, a showy noble with too much gold and time on his hands. "Fancy life under the sea?" Val remembered asking him. "What?" "If you ask me again I'll turn you into a frog! Permanently!" At that the noble hurriedly scurried away. As an Outer Circle member Val had full access to the guild's libraries and labs. Proceeding to the lab, like an oversized classroom with workbenches and lined with shelves of reagents, she found herself an empty workbench- not that there was much competition in the dead of night. First she identified all the properties of the robes she'd swiped off the dead drow. It was the way of the adventurer to seize any potential magical artifact that passed their way. There was no telling when they'd come by something nifty. The robes turned out to confer little more than a trifling resistance to general magic. Not that she'd actually considered using them – they were in a drow man's proportions and they still smelt faintly of sweat. Besides purplish black really wasn't her style. Folding and tucking them back into sleeve to be stored with the rest of her minor baubles, she picked some spell components off the shelves and bottles for future use – items like fairy dust and crushed diamond, while a nearby lab attendant noted her pickings to be billed. Turning to leave, she spotted another lone figure working the lab, ten rows of workbenches away, the dim disembodied glow of a light spell all that staved off the surrounding shroud of dark. "Who's that there? Why isn't an attendant with that person?" Val asked her lab attendant, a teenage boy. "That's lady Belinda Moonglow. She said she wasn't using any of the stuff we got. We'd know if any of the bottles or shelves had stuff nicked from them without permission. She's just doing something all by herself. Mind you, whatever it is, she's been at it for a few weeks now." "I'm done here, you can go now." "Aye ma'am." The kid shuffled away sleepily, his sandals rasping on the floor. Lady Moonglow wore turquoise robes adorned with stars and was poring over a yellowed tome, with a handful of wands scattered across the tabletop. When she glanced up at Val, ten paces away, she sat up straight with a start, snapping her book shut. In the low light, Belinda looked as Val had remembered. An elven woman with a delicately fair complexion, flowing silky black hair, emerald eyes and lush black lashes that fluttered tremendously when she blinked, she supposedly had the generic look of her famous Sembian family. "Oh, Valeria. It's you. What brings you here at this ungodly hour?" "I was identifying some adventuring loot. You?" "Adventure! It never fails to sound wonderful and romantic, but too bloody for my liking. I'm just fashioning a magical device." "Sounds interesting. Care to let me in on it?" Belinda nibbled a long varnished nail for a while before replying. "I don't see why not. Come, sit, I'll show you." She stood and placed a stool beside her own for Val, who noticed she was about a few inches taller than herself. Tall at about 6 feet and lushly built, as opposed to elven women's typical slender willowy look, there had to be some human lurking in the many branches of her family tree. Val had known Belinda for a few years, which were for as long as she'd been a guild member. Moonglow was by far the superior in her field of expertise compared to any other in the guild: in fact she was the Dean of Enchantment and Charm. "Well, I had the idea for this when someone sent me, as a gift, a 'massage chair'. He'd bought it through one of the merchant houses; I think it was Storm Dragon. Some kind of mechanical contraption built into the cushion of the chair rubs your back, arms and legs as you just lie back and enjoy. Very relaxing after a long day." "I hear you. So you thought of improving it?" "In a way. I thought of making a chair that had a similar concept and massaged for a different sort of pleasure." "I still hear you. Sounds like a bit too much trouble though. There're already toys around that help out with that." "I know what you mean, Val. But this is quite different. I mean if you're using a dildo you'll have to sit up or keep your hand working it, but with my chair you just lie back ... and enjoy." Belinda flashed a sly smile. "The controls, ideally, are held by another person so the one actually using the chair doesn't have to care, and the controller gets the fun out of controlling the girl's pleasure, although the user could still hold the controls in her own hands. What say you?" "That does sound like fun. I'm all for it. Where is it, in your office? Let's go see." "Aye, I can't wait to try it out either, but the thing is I'm have a glitch or two to work out before it works. Right now the controls just can't connect to the chair device much." "Aw. You got me a bit excited there." "Sorry. Maybe you could come by my place tomorrow, and help me work it out. I've been working on it by myself for a few weeks. Maybe another girl could see through the problem I can't." Women's Worth Ch. 03 "Why not now? The night's still young." "Why not, indeed? Let's go. It's good to have someone to talk to, Val, thanks for helping out." Belinda smiled. "You're most welcome Linda. I think I'll be thanking you at the end of this." On her feet Val clenched her fists at her sides, her feet still and shaking her hips in a slow dance, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she pantomimed moans of pleasure between grins, inducing a small giggling fit in Belinda. Keeping her stuff the moon elf then led Val out the lab through the carpeted corridors to her quarters. * * * One of the city's wealthiest and well-guarded neighborhoods, located in the Temple District, Gowntown, taking its name from the vestments of priests who dwell in apartments here, is dutifully well guarded round the clock by the Watch. The streets look cleaner, roadside hawkers are out of sight, and few bear arms in public around here. A safe, stable sort of place, it was an ideal location for Kat and Val's safe house, a place to rest and relax in between jobs and adventures, as well as to stash away the fruits of their labor. They shared the apartment house with a priest of Sune, goddess of beauty, who was more than happy to assist the attractive duo, who otherwise would be hard pressed to find housing in an area designated for clergy. The women had bought the rights to both the second floor and basement to do away with the hassle of rent. The priest to Sune had never understood why the girls bought the basement. Going down a hatch, locking it securely behind her, Kat had gotten into a tiny room that was dank, damp and dirty, but still saw perfectly well with Val's night vision still in effect. The basement was the opening to their treasure stash, which resided in a secret chamber behind a wall that was just another reminder of Sarbreen. Kat had conveniently found it with her keen senses when they were simply seeking a place to sleep at night. Pressing on a slightly protruding brick on a wall, the adjacent wall grumbled and grated open accordingly, to reveal a lightless plain-walled room decked with small bags of gold, which were partly their earnings and what ancient dwarves left behind, as well as the odd artifact, magical items that neither found useful enough to carry around or useless enough to sell off. "Never know when they'd be useful someday," Val had said. Killing rampaging monsters, stealing into guarded houses and fortresses, traveling to uncivilized lands, exploring deep, dangerous places at the risk of life and limb was the adventurer's way. It wasn't easy to train and start out as an untried, unheralded nobody, but for those who did it well, the rewards and the excitement made for a fulfilling occupation. Dumping the bags of gold with its fellows Kat stepped back into the basement, closing the room the same way she opened it. A quick bath upstairs later, Kat was nude in bed, hugging a bolster. The open window afforded the blonde girl the welcome cool of the night breeze and a majestic view of the spires and domes of the towering temples of the city she lived in, the city of adventures where she'd done well for herself and Val. That Valeria was a great girl, a bit showy and frivolous, and a whole lot horny (Kat grinned to herself at that), but seriously pretty, nice, warm and kind at heart. Best of all, she shared her own zest for the adventuress' life. She was someone to count on or talk to at any time, always easy with a hug and an impish smile, and come to think of it Kat felt incredibly lucky to have gotten to know her. Hugging the fluffy bolster close, Kat thought back to when they'd met, at the Cormyrean city of Marsember. A perpetually moist and humid misty port city, long a substantial fishing and smuggling center, "misty Marsember" has a seedy, sinister reputation, justified by the rogues' gallery of criminals and corrupt officials. At the time, Kat was a thief who'd tried to make off with a caravan's valuables – a caravan which included Val in its guard. Val's spells stopped Kat in her tracks. Apprehended and brought to the caravan master's headquarters, she had to choose between jail time or joining the caravan guard and working for free for 6 months, with Val as her supervisor. Jail just seemed too much for Kat's young free spirit so she joined as a guard. It helped that both Val and Kat were Cormyrean born in outlying villages, so they could understand each other and the land perfectly well. As time passed they got to know each other better and shared their stories. Val's parents had worked to send her to a famed college of magic further north, while Kat's parents were partners in crime who trained their child to follow in their footsteps. Val's pursuit of adventure led her to join the caravan guard; Kat's led her to crime in Marsember. When the 6 months ended Kat suggested they find other outlets for adventure. Hooking up with various adventuring parties they honed their own abilities, traveling far and wide and amassing a little wealth in rewards for jobs taken and looted treasure, all the while with the other to talk to and count on. Venturing into Raven's Bluff was a logical step, the city being a haven for adventurers, with a particularly high proportion of its population pursuing that occupation. Since then their partnership had only reaped greater rewards, Kat's stealth and martial skills matching Val's magic to form a dangerous duo. Even back then when she was a captured criminal forced to work for the caravan, despite her own surliness Val had been nothing but nice. Thinking of more recent developments, the kiss in the storeroom, Kat found herself flushing with emotion. Hugging the bolster tight and recounting the intimacy in her mind Kat felt warm, fuzzy, scared and excited all at once. It had been that good. Val was her best friend, and she'd given Kat her best kiss... ever. Sure, she'd fooled around and had sex with men that had been her fellows for a time, but kissing Val felt so naughty and nice all at once. Alone in the dark quiet bedchamber Kat slowly started rubbing herself on the soft bolster, her hips shifting subtly as her thighs squeezed tight. She thought of all the times Val had given her a 'huggy wuggy', during the quiet nights around the caravan campfire, after every task completed, many for no reason at all – for once Kat realized how ... hot it was to hug that pretty little redhead who she liked so much so close. Grinding herself on her fluffy bolster Kat's sensitivities climbed arduously but certainly to ever-higher levels of excitement. Just as she teetered on the edge Kat thought of the tingle when Val's tongue met hers and came hard with her toned thighs gripping the bolster. Drowsy at last, Kat slept hugging the bolster close, dreaming of strange and wonderful deeds. * * * "I think it should work now." Val dusted her hands. "Aye let me check." Belinda replied. The two girls stood in Belinda's quarters, a room that acted as her office and bedchamber, with a bed and a study desk. Shelves of tomes and scrolls, the eternal companions of a studying mage lined the walls. The chair in question appeared to be a simple sofa armchair with an extendable leg rest, although there were slots in the black leather lining to accommodate Belinda's adjustments. Nearby, a pair of dildos attached to the pistons of an oddly shaped box atop a trolley promised double trouble. The lady Moonglow held a mahogany control box which four sleek silver wands were affixed to vertically, with each wand adorned with the ridges for finger grips. "I'll show you how this works. Each wand controls an aspect of the thing. They're all retractable, and the extent to which you pull them out of the box represents the intensity of that aspect. The first wand here," Linda pointed to the first on the left, "controls the level of bondage. Well for this one it's pretty simple; the first notch just buckles up the legs so the hands are free if I want to control it myself. The second notch binds my arms up as well. So if you don't pull it out, it stays as it is but if you do..." Linda tugged the wand up from the box, and it clicked after rising an inch. Correspondingly padded cuffs slid out from slots to close around what would be a user's ankles, and knees. Pulling the wand up another inch or notch similar cuffs closed around where a girl's wrists and elbows would be. "The second wand's still pretty innocent, it's for back rubs. If I pull it up one notch, the ball bearings in the chair will start messaging your back. Most of that's from the original chair." Linda pulled the wand up a notch, and Val noted the subtle rippling under the leather. "With the next two notches the intensity rises, but the interesting part is that you can rotate the wand around it s base, to control how the massagers move. Like this." Without pulling the wand up further Linda could move the shaft in its base like one might move a mortar in a pestle. "The third wand's a bit more naughty. It's for playing with the left breast. The first notch is for feathers; the second notch calls out a velvet-gloved hand, and, wait, before I go on. By changing how hard you grip the wand you can adjust the 'intensity within an intensity'. Like, in the context of the feather, it doesn't mean too much, but for the gloved hand it does. If you hold the wand lightly, the hand is just stroking lightly, but as you grip the wand harder and harder the hand will squeeze onto the breast harder as well. Got that so far?" "Aye, go on." "Oh, and for this wand, the third notch an oiled hand to grease things up. The fourth one... the fourth one calls out a pair of silky fingers, the fifth one calls out a nipple clamp with electric current and the last sixth one issues the gloved hand, clamp and feather all at once." "You've really put a lot of effort into this thing." Val arched an eyebrow. "A nipple clamp with electric current. That sounds pretty kinky." Linda just grinned in reply. "The fourth wand's the same as the third only for the right breast. The fifth one's for tummy rubs." "Tummy rubs?" "Well at the low intensity it's just that, a little tummy rub, but as you raise it up one notch – which as high as this one goes, it presses down a little around your womb. It makes any shafting sweeter." "Can we try this thing out soon?" "Just let me finish first! Now the sixth wand is for leg rubs. The first notch is for similar velvet-gloved hands, the second for oiled hands. The seventh wand is for spreading the knees – which of course only works if they're already bound. The eighth one works the pussy; it can call out first a feather, then a finger, and then a lubed gloved palm, then finally a clit kisser. The ninth one is for the pussy's dildo, the tenth one for the ass dildo, and the eleventh one lies the girl in the chair on her back and lifts her knees, so she can get the dildo treatment. There. You got it all?" "Aye. Let's do this then!" Val smiled. "Hand me that box." "Huh?" "I thought I was going to help you with the controls. So you could just lay back and enjoy. Wasn't that what you wanted? Why'd you tell me about the controls then?" "I told you so you could use it when you were free too and could come by here. Thanks for helping me put it all together but maybe you could come back another time?" "Well... I just want to help you all the way. Since most girls can't think straight when things really get hot, and later on you might just lose it with the controls. What if you drop the thing when your hands get too jittery? Someone would have to come help you then everybody would know of this." "Hmm. I see no harm. I suppose you're right. Here, follow my instructions." Lady Belinda Moonglow undressed quickly, her pink bra and panties in a pile over her turquoise robes. She was a milky white all over, with a little baby fat at her tummy. She'd always been a voluptuous girl but now that she was nude her breasts looked distinctively heavy, sagging a little under their own weight, with the small pointy nipples and aureoles forming a merged indistinct perky pink patch on each breast. "Alright, pull the first wand up a notch to bind my legs. I can kick around quite a bit. But I want my hands free to play around." "Aye, aye ma'am." Val grinned, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. The cuffs wrapped tightly around Linda's ankles and knees, and the moon elf wriggled her toes, her legs shaking a little, satisfied and smiling. "I'd like a tummy rub now." "Sure, as soon as I get you prepared." Tugging the first wand up another notch, cuffs snapped shut around Linda's wrists and elbows too. She widened her eyes at Val questioningly. "Val, I think you got the controls wrong, you're supposed to tug on the fifth wand." "Linda, don't worry, it's for your own good. Your hands could get in the way of the extensions. Besides all the stuff you installed is pretty good already. I can still hear you fine, so don't worry! Everything's under control. You're going to have a lot of fun. All right?" Val smiled broadly. "All right." Linda smiled slightly in reply, visibly uneasy. Val dropped the box with a slip of her hand, bending to pick the box, along with Linda's panties up with her back to the bound elf girl. Balling the fabric up she walked over to Linda. "So what did you want first again?" "I wanted a –" The next word never came as Val stuffed Linda's own panties firmly into the girl's mouth. The elf girl's already pale face blanched with fright as her eyes widened, her screams muffled with the gag, her struggling futile. Val stroked Linda's hair and cheek. "Don't be afraid silly. I did this for your good too. You wouldn't want people to hear your groans would you? Would you?" Val repeated, stroking Linda's cheek with a smile. The elf girl quieted eventually, resigned to bondage, shaking her head. "You're a great wiz and a good friend. I won't do anything bad to you. Just lots of good stuff. You'll enjoy this better without knowing what's coming. I'm just going to make you feel very, very good, all right? Are you ready for a good time?" Val smiled, and Linda nodded weakly. Val picked Linda's bra up, tying it round her head as a blindfold. The moon elf's milk white face reddened brightly in shame. "Here's your tummy rub." Blinded, Linda barely heard the click of a wand being pulled up a notch and felt warm hands hold her slightly chubby tummy, stroking in languid circles. Hmm! They felt good, very realistic, but strikingly warm. Val's modifications must have added that. As the tummy rub went on she heard another soft click and the massagers activated, easing all the stress and tension from her back. Linda closed her eyes, relaxing. Then the tummy rub stopped, and those soft warm hands landed on her knees, stroking the length of her legs. As they moved over her thighs they'd squeeze her at random for wicked little tingles. They even slipped under to rub the undersides of her thighs, teasing the more sensitive smoothness there. Then Linda felt her thighs parted wide open, her nether lips feeling cool in open air, and when the hands, so warm and real, slid lightly down her inner thigh, the fingertips dancing at the edge of her crotch, Linda bucked her hips instinctively, bracing for the shafts. But the hands slid back up along her inner thighs to her knees and away, and she frowned, frustrated. A feather started running along the side of her right breast, before swirling in circles around the nipple for little tingles. When it brushed right over the pink patch Linda felt that stab of sensation, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward. The feather left as quickly as it came, and Linda screamed, her cry muffled by her own panties. The feather appeared again, this time on her other breast, repeating the achingly teasing routine of brushing slowly around her nipple, with a quick flick across her pink before switching to the other side. A warm breath washed over her right nipple and Linda tensed, her head arched back, rolling around. Val was breathing onto her nipple! Damn that wicked girl Even as she cursed Val she realized the other girl was that close, watching every inch of her naked self up close and personal, feeling a swath of shame wipe her cheeks red. The gloved hand's finger touched each of her nipples then letting go almost at once, a few times with the lightest touch, but it left her senses reeling. Then the hands, far softer and warmer than she'd expected, again, stroked up from her tummy to cup the sensitive undersides of her breasts. The tummy rub hands weren't calibrated to reach that far up. Fuck! Linda realized that Val was using her own hands to stroke her! By now helpless, aroused and wet she could only make muffled moans, a slave to Pleasure herself. Both of Val's soft hands cupped her left breast, the redhead relishing every moment of squeezing the elf brunette's softness, breathing hard onto her perky nipple. "How is this? I hope you like it." Val asked with a voice suddenly low and husky and Linda shivered with sensation at the sound, nodding wanly. Val now scratched all over the pink patch of the left nipple with a lone fingernail, and then rubbed over it with a swirling thumb, and then pinched (ooh) the pink flesh, tugging at it just a little. Val began twisting the nub around in her soft tender fingers and by then Linda was already halfway to heaven. Both her hands cupped the soft large breast again, kneading firmly as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the nub; Linda's chin jerking up at the touch- she's actually licking me. Val was licking in earnest now, her tongue pressed well onto the nipple, her lips closed around the aureoles. Val tore Linda's blindfold away and met her gaze with warm eyes as her hands shifted to cup the long neglected right breast, smiling as she breathed and squeezed, the elf girl blushing and looking away before closing her eyes tightly shut. Val repeated her entire routine to Linda's muffled moaning delight, then stood back to admire her handiwork: a bound, moaning elf girl with her panties stuffed into her own mouth, her hands clenched into tight fists and her eyes shut tight, her face, neck and chest all blushing red in the flush of sensation. Linda felt the chair's mechanical oiled hands kneading her breasts now, the cooler metal and lube sparking her nerve endings. At the same time a feather was running over her pussy, teasing the clit from its hood, before a finger swirled around the clit without actually touching the swollen nub, teasing her. Val saw Linda's legs shake and redden, the entire length of her thighs an angry red now, she placed her middle and index finger together on the clit, rubbing the sensitive rosebud between the fingers. Linda felt the machine shift so she lay horizontally, her feet hoisted up in the air, her thighs parted so that she was wide open. She was finally getting fucked and Val would get a front row seat, she thought with a rush. Then the tips of dildos ran up and down over her intimates before plunging in. Manipulating the controls Val could make the dildos curl so they stroked one side of Linda's walls harder, and she made them both curl up, like a finger in a come-hither motion and watched as Linda bucked and shook violently in her seat. The dildo must have hit that 'magic spot' she'd heard about. Keeping the dildos' thrusts slow and steady Val first activated the clit kisser, a focused suction piece, sucking on her swollen rosebud. Twiddling with the controls further, nipple clamps with current closed in on the elf girl's rock hard nipples. Linda was screaming at the top of her lungs, veins showing on her deeply red neck, the electric current from the clamps stinging and stimulating her nipples unlike any touch, and tears streamed down her cheeks at the sheer pleasure. Women's Worth Ch. 03 Turning the devices on her breasts to the max Linda's breasts were being electrified, squeezed and stroked by the lingering touch of feathers all at once while her clit was being relentlessly sucked by the perfect suction of a perfect vacuum from the magically augmented clit kisser, the dildos curling in different directions as they pumped harder than ever. Linda came harder than she'd ever come in her centuries of life, her breasts and pussy pushed to the limits of sensation. Val pressed her palm to her mouth, astounded by the... violence of her orgasm. The pale elf girl was blood red all over, literally from head to toe, and bucking frantically, her cuffs shaking at the effort of restraining her. Her head was rolling and tears were streaming down her cheeks like little rivers. It had been about a minute or so before she cooled down, and Val turned everything off at once, the cuffs sliding back under the chair's leather cover. Val removed the gag and Linda whimpered, drawing her knees up to her chin, hugging herself. It was a while before anyone spoke. "Did you have a good time?" "I can't decide whether to hug you or to slap you, Valeria!" "I'm sorry, and I won't tell anyone about all this. I wouldn't want to pull myself down, even if I wanted to spread rumors or whatever. You won't have to worry about that." "Fair enough. So are you a lesbian?" "No, I'm not." "I can't say I believe that, Val. Straight girls wouldn't lick and rub another girl's boobs. In fact, you were fingering my pussy too, weren't you?" "Aye. But I don't think that must make me a lesbian, I was trying to, I don't know! We're just girls having fun. I'm really sorry if you feel I, I violated you, but I was just trying to help you have a good time." Val wringed her hands in distress. "I did. I wouldn't say I feel violated Val. It's not like you're a man, and I've known you for a bit; maybe a bit awkward, but nothing that'll keep me up at night. So you don't have to worry about that either." Linda got to her feet, and squeezed Val's shoulder reassuringly. "That's good to hear. So I'll be going now, if nothing else. I was just trying to help out, Linda." "I know! But I want to ask you: do you think of me in that way?" "I've always thought of you as a fine enchantress and a pretty girl, nothing more." "I think you're a great wiz too, and you're prettier." Linda smiled. "If you say so. I'll go sleep now; it's really late. You take good care of yourself Belinda." Val smiled, heading for the door. "You too, Valeria. I want to tell you that, for what it's worth, I had the best orgasm ever in your hands. You're welcome to drop by any time around here. Maybe we could have some tea or chat or anything. I don't know, but-" she paused, pressing her palm to her heart, "I'd love to talk with you more sometime, anytime, alright?" "Maybe we could, Belinda. Maybe we could. Remember to find someplace to store those machines if you ever let someone else into your office." "Of course. Good night, Val." "Good night, Linda." Val slipped out of the chamber, the door clicking gently shut behind her. Belinda waved her hand lazily, locking her room with a sleepy word, and snuggled into bed. Exhausted as she was, she lapsed immediately into sweet slumber.