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Dreams Beneath a Starfilled Sky	By : DragonEyeZ Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 7598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hm.. My muses decided that this chapter shouldn’t REALLY be NC-17 rated… Just to burst your hopes already. *evil laughter*

Chapter 10: The Joys of a Four-posted Bed

When the day’s final meal had ended, Drizzt and Catti-brie excused themselves – commenting that they probably would have to spend a few hours figuring out the current location of their possessions – and left the dining hall followed by a few hoots and whistles (it seemed that everyone knew about their relationship, despite their attempts to keep it secret) – most of them not surprisingly coming from Pwent. They managed to leave, however, before Bruenor forced the battlerager’s helmet down said battlerager’s throat – and made their way to their now shared chamber.
Catti-brie was the first to the bathroom, so Drizzt settled for pulling the covers off the bed and arranging the pillows while waiting - making a big act out of complaining about the time it took for her to finish.
Catti-brie merely grinned, finished, and left the room, giving him a mock push through the door opening. Smiling, she crept under the covers, and began wondering why she at all had bothered finding and putting on a nightgown. Then, stretching her arms over her head, she decided that Drizzt shouldn’t get everything served on a silver platter. However, her hand suddenly came in contact with something that didn’t seem to belong in either bed nor pillow. Surprised, she rolled over and pulled the pillow aside, seeing a piece of soft cotton-rope – same type that was used to keep two pieces of wood together while a nail was driving through them – stick up from behind the bed, clearly forgotten by one of those who had helped rebuilding the chamber.
Looking up, her eyes came to rest on one of the four posts that stood in each corner of the bed, and a wicked grin found its way onto her lips. Moving quickly, she found a dagger and cut the rope in four pieces, then tied the end of each to a post and making a loop in the other end, before hiding all of it beneath the sheets again.
Thusly finished, she silently slipped out of the bed and tip-toed over to the bathroom door, placing herself next to it. And Drizzt, upon exiting, barely managed to leave the doorframe, before he found himself wrapped in her arms and in a fierce kiss. Once the drow’s internal surprise had passed, he gladly responded, even as Catti-brie gently turned them around and walked him backwards towards the bed. Only when the back of his knees slammed into the mattress did he break their kiss. Yet, before he managed to utter a single word, she gave him a mighty shove, sending him onto the bed. And before he had a chance to recover, she leaped at him, locking his legs with her own and holding his hands trapped over his head with one of her own – her other one searched and found the first piece of rope. Pressing a second kiss against her lover’s lips to distract him, she slipped the loop over his wrist and tightened it.
Immediately, Drizzt’s eyes went wide in surprise, yet, almost before he registered what was happening, he found both his arms held out to the side, anchored to a post on either side of the bed by ropes that, though they were tight enough to secure he would not be able to escape easily, were not uncomfortable.
“What are you up to?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice, with just a twinge of anticipation and fear audible in it.
“Mischief,” Catti-brie replied with a smirk, running a fingertip over his bare chest, following the scar from his latest encounter with Artemis Enteri.
The drow shivered ever so slightly by her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment in pleasure. The fingers of her other hand joined the first and drifted down his body, coming to a stop at the waistband of his breeches.
“Why’d ye bother puttin’ these on?” she asked with something akin to a growl, tugging at the lacings.
“I was hoping for a decent night’s sleep for once,” the black elf replied, voice growing more husky by the moment.
“Ain’t be workin’,” Catti merely said, smirking, quickly undid the lacings and pulled the breeches down his legs and over his feet, dropping them to the floor and in turn slipped the two remaining ropes over his feet, thusly holding his legs down as well.
“I noticed..,” the drow replied in a low voice, giving one of the ropes a half-hearted tug.
Catti-brie smiled yet again, running the very tips of her fingers along the inside of his thighs, every touch seeming to set his nerves on fire. Her fingers continued upwards, turning to run along his sides once reaching his hips, her touch so light she barely came in contact with his skin.
“And I thought the Baenre were the masters of torture!” he groaned, arching desperately as her hands began drifting southwards again, silently begging her to touch him where he needed it the most.
Yet, she refused his plea with a devilish grin, instead moving off his legs and to to her feet. Making sure that he was watching her every movement, she slowly pulled the nightgown’s straps off her shoulders and let the cloth fall to her feet, revealing her fully. Wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Drizzt seemed to devour her with his eyes, and he even let out a small whimper when she ran a hand down her own chest.
“Please, Catti, untie me, I beg you..,” he groaned, straining towards her as she lay down beside him.
“Not yet, darling,” she replied softly, smiling, and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “I’ve got plans for ye…”
“For some reason, I had a feeling you were going to say something like that…,” he muttered, turning his head to press a kiss against her palm.
Grinning, she let her fingertip follow the curve of his lips, over the line of his cheekbone and then softly – drawing a shuddering moan from the elf – travelled up the length of a delicately pointed ear.
“Sensitive?” she asked, repeating the gesture and received a shudder and another moan along with a nod.
Grinning, she ran her fingers over his ear again, pausing to tease they tiy tip with her thumb, before drawing a line down his throat, following the collarbone. Yet, when she reached the hollow at the base of his throat, he suddenly snapped for breath, though he did not manage to hide his groan.
“Seems that I be learnin’ more an’ more ‘bout ye fer each passin’ moment..,” she grinned, teasing the sensitive area with her fingers.
“Tis ois only our fourth night together, and already I don’t know where to put myself,” he hissed, eyes closed and head thrown back, though his hiss turned into something more of a squeal when she bend her head and let her tongue slide over the patch of skin.
“Ye sound like a girl,” she commented, sitting back up.
“I do?” the elf asked, opening an eye.
“I bet I can make ye sound like a wolf..,” she said with an evil smirk.
“Oh?” he asked, then smiled. “Try me..”
“Is that a challenge?”
“You bet…”
“An’ the winner should be gettin’..?” she asked.
The drow shrugged the best he could with both arms held out to the side.
“Winner decides what looser is to do?” he replied.
Nodding with a grin, she moved so she was straddling his body and reached out with a hand to either side, placing two fingers at his wrists. And then, slowly dragging the digits down his arms, she began showing him the myriad of sensitive areas on his body, many of which he had no idea existed. Within seconds, she had him squirming and whimpering beneath her hands, working him as skilfully as a musician would work an insent ent and dwelling in the different sounds she could coax out of him.
A feather-light touch along the scar on his chest earned her a whimper; dragging a fingertip along the rim of his ears resolved in a high-pitched moan; kissing the sensitive spot at his throat made him squeal in pleasure; a hand running along the inside of his thigh forcing a hissed groan from his lips.

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His head was spinning with pleasure, and he had to summon all of his willpower to not scream out. Every single nerve in his entire body burned, every one of her touches intensified to a point he had never thought possible. Her fingers had no problem seeking out his most itivitive spots, and teased them unmercifully. Several times he bit his tongue, fighting against the desire to howl, to give in, to, if nothing else, end the torture that he both wished to continue and to end. He tugged at the rope around his wrists again, trying to stretch it more, to move, to transfer some of what he felt to something that was not himself.
Suddenly, he realised that Catti-brie’s hands had come to a stop at his legs, and looked up, slightly confused. The young woman was watching him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and he found himself shivering ever so slightly in anticipation. And then, suddeand and without warning, she swallowed his length whole. It was as if someone had suddenly hit him with a hammer, so intensely did the pleasure surge through his body, and he abandoned willpower, stubbornness and everything. Throwing his head back, he let out a single howl, putting all of his feelings into it as a white light exploded behind his eyes and left him in darkness, panting and gasping for breath while the fire in his veins slowly cooled down.
He felt Catti-brie’s soft lips caressing his, a salty twinge to her familiar taste, and he opened his eyes slowly, looking into her blue ones.
“I win..,” she said with a smirk.
Drizzt merely groaned, dropping his head back into the pillows.
“What do you want, then?” he asked, holding his eyes closed, even as he felt her untie his arms.
“Well… Fer a start, ye could give me a kiss,” she grinned, tapping a finger on his chest.
Drizzt smiled, eyes sliding open, and quickly struck out, hooking an arm around her waist and pulled her down beside him, pressing their lips together. She moaned softly, moving against him, and he could feel the warmth in his veins slowly returning.
“I have to admit, darling.. You’re quite good at this..,” he muttered against her cheek.
“An’ ye outta stop talkin’ an’ put that lovely mouth o’ yers ta better use..,” she replied.
Smiling, the drow rolled over – at the moment ignoring the fact that his legs still were tied up – and gently kissed her before moving downwards, returning the favour she had given him, putting both lips and tongue to work, dwelling in the familiar taste of her. She moaned aloud, and he was suddenly reminded of how she had treated him. Reluctant, he released her, pushing up on his arms to watch her.
Catti-brie groaned in protest, glaring at him, and impatiently moved against him. Drizzt’s smile slowly turned into a smirk, and he placed a hand on her leg, only to gently drag his fingers over her skin.
“Ye don’t dare..,” the woman beneath him snarled in mock anger.
“Oh?” the black elf asked, feigning innocence and raised a white eyebrow. “And what makes thi think that?”
“’Cause I’ll be makin’ ye beg long ‘fore ye manage ta to anythin’..,” she replied in a husky voice, pushing up on her arms and placing her lips close to his ear.
Suddenly, her tongue slid over the tip, and the drow found himself groaning in pleasure. And then things suddenly changed in a hurry, and he did not even manage to register what had happened, before he found himself on his back, Catti-brie straddling him. He was just about to bend his legs to throw her off and reverse their positions again, when he suddenly realised that his legs were still tangled in the ropes, making it impossible for him to throw his lover off.
“Oh, great,” he muttered, and suddenly found Catti-brie pulling his arms over his head again, feeling the surprisingly strong rope slip over his wrists again.
“I like ye better this way..,” Catti-brie murmured softly, licking his throat. “Makes me know where me be havin’ ye…”

* * * * * *

Outside the door, Regis looked up at Wulfgar.
“You think they’ve planned for another go?” he asked.
The barbarian, ear pressed against the door, nodded.
“I think so...,” he said, then frowned. “I have to admit I feel a little sorry for Drizzt, though..”
“Why?” the halfling asked in wonder.
The barbarian glared at him.
“She just made him howl loud enough for the entire mine to hear, and now you ask why I feel sorry for him?”
Understanding dawned upon the halfling as he suddenly realised what his friend meant.
“You mean that she..?” he started, finding himself unable to continue the sentence.
“She’s quite endurant..,” the barbarian merely replied, returning his ear to the wooden door.
“Poor Drizzt…,” Regis muttered, shaking his head.
Then he shrugged, deciding that it was nothing of his business, and returned to listen through the keyhole.
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