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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: I forgot in the last chapter: Thanks to SilverWolf for her “support” and ideas.
A/N2: Sorry for the late update. In turn, you get an extra long chappie.

Chapter 11: Feathers, honey and revealings

“Tell me!” Catti-brie insisted, sitting astride Drizzt’s stomach. “Do ye or don’t ye?”
“I won’t tell!” Drizzt replied, pulling at the ropes still around his wrists and ankles.
“So I hafta force it outta ye?” she asked with a smirk.
The drow pushed his chin out.
“Try me…,” he growled, eyes narrowing.
An evil smile spread over Catti-brie’s face, and for a few seconds, the black-skinned elf started wondering about the wisdom in challenging the woman thusly. Only thing he congratulated himself on, as her hands started stroking the length of his ears, was that it was not just sound he were to make, but a sentence.
“Ye yield?” she hummed into his ear, gently chewing at the very tip.
“Never,” he hissed, turning his head to remove those lips from one of his most erogenous areas, only with the result that she started attacking his neck instead.
Suddenly, she pushed back up, thought not getting off him, and he turned his head to look at her. A smirk slowly found its way onto her lips, and she held up a single, white feather – snatched from the down-filled pillows. Drizzt felt his eyes grow wide, and slowly shook his head.
He could take more pain than most others, he could stubbornly accept blow after blow in a battle. But when tickled, he had no resistance at all…
He jerked, fighting futilely against the ropes as the feather gently moved down the sensitive scar on his chest. Raising an eyebrow and smiling, Catti-brie repeated the gesture, this time gaining a strangled laugh.
She quickly turned out to be not just adept at finding his erogenous areas, but his ticklish ones as well. Before long, he was squirming and laughing aloud, begging her to cease, as the feather drifted up and down the soles of his feet and her other hand was tickling the back of his ankles.
“Ye yield?” she asked, smiling mischievously, yet not pausing with her teasings.
“Yes, yes!!” the drow desperately cried, squirming and thrashing futilely, tears rolling freely down his cheeks while he laughed as he never had before.
Satisfied, Catti-brie ceased the torture and sat back, allowing the elf to catch his breath, before she climbed back to his face, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Now..,” she purred. “Ye tell me if ye be likin’ strawberries or not…”
Drizzt’s eyes slid open, looking at her in surprise.
“That wasn’t what we discussed…,” he slowly commented.
Catti-brie shrugged.
“Nah.. But ye’ve never told me.”
The dark elf groaned aloud, dropping his head back into the pillows.
“Tell me again why I sleep with you..,” he muttered.
The human woman smiled.
“’Cause ye love me,” she replied, bending her head so their noses were early touching. “Just like I be lovin’ ye…”
Their following kiss was long and caring, and somehow, despite the fact he still was ties up, Drizzt managed to take control of the kiss.
It was not until they ran out of air that they finally broke, both gasping for breath.
“Ye sure ye haven’t been practisin’?” Catti-brie asked, breathing hard.
Drizzt smirked.
“That was not the question either,” he replied, grinning as his lover mock-punched his chest.
“Well.. Then tell me!e gre growled. “Do ye or don’t ye like this?”
The elf raised a white eyebrow.
“You really thought that I would have let you tie me up a second time if I didn’t?” he replied.
She chuckled.
“Ye’re a male drow in every aspect,” she commented.
“Nonsense. I’ve just spend too much time around them,” he said with a wry smile.
Catti-brie smiled, too, though hers had a slightly more sadistic look to it, and reached for his left ear.
“Anyways…,” she said in a low voice, ing ing a fingertip over the lobe. “I’m thinkin’ o’ more than one way ta use yer current situation…”
“Again? Can you really come up with more?” the drow asked, eyes wide in surprise.
Catti-brie grinned wickedly.
“Aye.. That vocality o’ yers can be used fer a bit o’ fun..,” she replied with something akin to a purr.
Drizzt swallowed slightly.
“You sure you’re not a female drow wearing the magical mask?” he asked.
The human snickered.
“If I was, I’d probably have brought the whip in by now,” she commented.
“Good point…,” he muttered, not being able to hide a smile.
Catti-brie grinned, and gently caressed his chest, her hands slowly making their way down his body. He groaned slly, ly, dropping his head back and surrendering to her exquisive torture. However, this time she did not tease him in the same way as before, but gently stroke his member, and he arched, gasping and moaning as she used the knowledge she had gained previously on to driim tim to the edge. And then, suddenly, she stopped and removed her hands.
Drizzt cried out in distress, feeling so close that he would need just the lightest of touches. But he was granted none… Instead, as he opened his eyes again, he saw Catti-brie pulling on a robe.
“Where are you going?” he asked, a desperate tone to his voice, and would have sat up, had the ropes not held him down.
Catti-brie smirked and walked over to the bed, bending down to press a light kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll be back in a flash, me deary…,” she replied, grabbed a blanket and pulled it up around him. “Don’t ye move..”
“Please, not now…!” the drow groaned, pulling at the ropes yet again.
She silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“Schh… I’ll be right back…”

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Wulfgar and Regis looked quickly at each other. Then, simultaneously, fled down the hall in different directions, taking cover in the firsailaailable room, both knowing that both Drizzt and Catti-brie would have their hide should it ever be discovered that they were listening…

* * * * * *

Catti-brie carefully unlocked the door and looked down to both sides of the hallway, ensuring that the coast was clear. Slipping out with the stealth worthy of a drow, she closed the door behind her and tip-toed down the deserted tunnels to the kitchen.
She rummaged about a little, before she found what she was seeking. Smirking, she pocketed the jar, and then made her way back to the room, avoiding the few dwarves still out this late at night.
Drizzt looked up as she entered, and she granted him a smile while she locked the door and dropped her robe to the floor – holding the jar in her hand – and climbed back into bed, kicking the now annoying blanket out in the process.
“What’s that?” the drow asked, frowning as he spotted the jar.
“Me’s a bit o’ hungry..,” Catti-brie replied with a smirk, unscrewed the lid and placed it on the nightstand. “So I thought ta combine these two things…”
She dipped two fingers into the jar, and pulled them out, covered in golden honey. Bringing them to her lips, she licked some off, enjoying the way Drizzt’s pupils dilated while looking at her.
Bending down to kiss him, so that he, too, could taste the honey, she drew a pattern on his chest with what remained on her fingers. The elf gave her a puzzled look when they broke again, and, grinning, Catti-brie bend her head and ran her tongue over the honeyed tracks. The drow gasped, then groaned, and seemed to melt beneath her as she gently cleaned his skin.
Kissing him again, she dipped her fingers into the honey-jar again, this time making a track from the base of his throat to his navel, then followed said track with her tongue, following the contours of his muscles.
“By the gods… Feels so good..,” he whispered, his voice husky.
“Mmm..,” she replied, her voice muffled against his chest, even as she spread more honey, this time centered on the dark nubs on his torso.
Grinning, she moved up to them, and smiled inwardly at the increasing in his breathing. Her lips closed around a nub, and Drizzt groaned and she started to suck the honey off, only moving over to the other when the first was completely clean.
Reaching down with a honey-slicked hand, she stroke his member, drawing a throaty moan and an arching from him. Grinning, she kissed him, muffling his sounds of pleasure, though his kiss was, ossiossible, even more passionate than ever. Though winded when they broke, she grinned down at him, bringing her palm to her lips to clean it of the sweet honey.
Drizzt’s eyes widened every so slightly when he suddenly realised what she had planned, and she smiled inwardly. How she loved to see him like this…
She pressed a gentle kiss against the head of his member, and heard him suddenly hold his breath in anticipation. For a second, she considered teasing him, but then decided tve mve mercy on him. This would be enough teasing…
Her tongue wafted out, gently lapping at the mixture of honey and clear liquid, and the drow’s breath was released in a hoarse sound of pleasure. Moving down the side, she nipped and sucked at the skin, cleaning away the honey, and listened to the black elf’s moans all the while, carefully taking notice of where he seemed to like it the most.
Finally, most of the honey had been cleared away – though Drizzt barely was able to form any words any longer without groaning – and she moved up to kiss him again.
“Please… God, please, Catti..,” he whispered, kissing her hungrily.
She smiled against his lips, her heart melting, and she pulled at the ropes around his arms, releasing him. Immediately, his arms went around her – one hand holding her face close so he could kiss her, the other guiding her hips into position. She felt too warm herself, and willingly followed his hands’ gentle guidance, lowering herself onto his member, sighing softly in pleasure as he filled her.
However, Drizzt was far too close to the edge to take it slowly. He bucked beneath her, his breathing harsh against her throat, his movements fast and hard. And then, he gave a low cry, clutching her close, as his release rushed through him. Catti-brie moaned softly by the feeling, though she was far from sated. However, she had not at all noticed that he untied his legs, until he suddenly reversed their positions and started kissing his way down her body, quickly moving down between her legs.
She hissed, clutching the pillow, and moved against him, allowing her own hunger to take over. Yet, she had completely forgotten how fast Drizzt could recover, until he moved back up, grabbed around her waist and pulled them both back so she was sitting in his lap. They moved together, both sighing and moaning with pleasure, yet not being in any rush, and took their time to please the other. But, at final, they could not keep back anymore, and allowed themselves to be swallowed by the pleasure, both climaxing at the same time.
They hung onto each other, supporting the other, sharing kisses and soft mutters as they relaxed, waiting for their pulses and breaths to slow down. Drizzt smiled, gently pulling a stray lock of hair from Catti-brie’s face and behind her ear, then gently kissed her.
“Love you so much..,” he whispered, hugging her, a gesture the human mohan han willingly returned.
Suddenly, a sound like something heavy leaning against wood reached their ears, and they turned to look at the left door from which the sound had come. They untangled from each other, and while Catti-brie crept under the bedcovers, Drizzt pulled on the robe she had worn before (and being glad that they were the same size), and tip-toed over to the door.
Moving with the speed that he was famed for, he unlocked and opened the door in one smooth movt, at, and Catti-brie gasped when both Wulfgar and Regis fell through the door opening.
“Hearing anything interesting?” the drow asked, his voice laced with cold.
“We just.. well.. we.. uhm… just… passing by… not heard anything.. not at all.. no way, nope… just …pass.. sing..,” Regis muttered, all coming very fast, though it slowed down when he met Drizzt’s gaze.
“Indeed…,” the black elf said, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

* * * * *

Bruenor walked along the tunnel in the direction of Drizzt and Catti-brie’s room, wondering if they would be able to use it. Suddenly, around the corner ahead, he saw Wulfgar rush past, Regis desperately clinging on to the barbarian. A silver-streaked lighting followed not even a second after, blasting into the wall. And then, as the dwarf threw himself into an adjourning room, Guenhwyvar, roaring, came rushing after the two escapees.
The dwarf sighed, shaking his head to himself as Drizzt and Catti-brie, too, came rushing past; Drizzt yelling encouragements to Guenhwyvar, and Catti-brie every so often firing Taulmaril. He had once thought that Wulfgar only got into trouble when being with Drizzt, but now it seemed that he was able to do that along with Regis, too…
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