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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: Somewhat alternate idea compared the rest of the story ahead…

Chapter 26: New pleasures

The two lay for a short while, listening to the sound of the halfling’s feet on the floor as he retreated down the hallway – judging from the sounds, in quite a fast run.

“Should we get him?” Catti-brie asked drowsily, eyes half-closed, and resting in the drow’s arms.

“Nah.. I think Bruenor will take care of that for us,” Drizzt replied in a mutter, then cast a glance at the door. “We need to get a latch.”

“That, or we need ta be more vocal in the future so they’ren’t in doubt…”

The drow snorted.

“I still go for the latch. It’s too bloody straining on the voice to yell all the time. After all, it’s a thick door.”

Catti-brie went silent.

“Did ya just curse..?” she asked, clearly surprised.

“Changing the subject, aren’t we?” the elf smirked, then kissed her forehead. “Besides, I never feel quite like my old self when I’m with you.”

The woman smiled, and wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck.

“’Tis a gift..,” she purred, folding a leg around his as well, making the dark elf roll his eyes.

“You’re insatiable,” he sighed, before rolled over to his back as she began kissing his neck.

“Tired?” she asked, pulling back a little to meet his eyes, and received a nod in reply. A smirk crept onto her face. “I bet I can still get ye ta beg…”

A white eyebrow rose.

“Oh, really..?” the drow slowly said, then smiled. “You’re on.”

Catti-brie could not help but laugh.

“Ye’re enjoyin’ this far too much,” she commented.

“I’m a male,” he merely replied. “And a month ago, I had no idea of what it was like to sleep with a woman. So I have quite a lot to catch up on.”

The woman’s smirk grew wider.

“Don’t worry, methinks ye’ll manage ta do that. Now, sit up,” she said, and grabbed the scarf on the nightstand.

The black elf did as requested, not protesting as she tied the cloth around his eyes. Gently grabbing his shoulders, she pushed him down onto the bed again, then, kissing him to momentarily distract him, pulled his arms up and slipped the ropes around his wrists. Slight confusion passed over the drow’s face for a short while, then disappeared in favour of a light grin. Catti-brie chuckled, sitting back on her haunches and watched as her elf squirmed slightly, settling more comfortably on the mattress. She slipped from the bed, locked both doors – taking care that it would require a considerable amount of force to open them until they were unlocked - and then went to the bathroom to pick up a towel.

“Catti?” Drizzt asked, his voice slightly confused. “What are you doing?”

“Makin’ a few preparations..,” she purred, tip-toeing back to the bed and suddenly pressing a kiss against the drow’s chest, making him jump with surprise of the unexpected caress.

However, he quickly relaxed again, letting out a soft moan as she slipped her lips up his torso to his right ear, lavishing attention to the pointed tip. She smiled, careful of keeping only her lips in contact with his skin, surprising him every now and then by caressing with her hand, only to pull away seconds later, leaving him to guess when her next attack would come. And, she could clearly sense, this unknowing-part of her little game only sought to arouse him further…

Moving to kiss his lips instead, giving the drow a short break from the merciless torture of his ear, she groped for the bottle on the nightstand, and removed the cork. Pulling back, she smiled and knelt on the bed, pouring some of the oil from the bottle into her hands. Putting the container back on the stand, she rubbed her hands together to spread the liquid and to heat it up, then pressed both hands against the elf’s black chest. Putting most weight on her fingers, she began moving her hands in circular motions, loosening and soothing his muscles.

He sighed softly, relaxing fully under her caress, though her touches still were intimate enough to keep his attention – in more than one way. Smiling, she slowly brought her hands lower, momentary pausing to tease the sensitive nerves of his abdomen with one hand while finding one of the feathers from their pillow fight with the other. Grinning, gently slipping her hand to his hip, she brought the feather into contact with his arousal, making him gasp in surprise. She kept the brushes light, the soft feather barely ghosting over the skin, forcing a ragged groan from him as he strained in an attempt to bring more into contact with his flesh.

Smirking, Catti-brie gently ran a single digit up his length, hearing his hard intake of breath as he clearly fought hard to not moan. Discarding the feather, she closed her oil-slicked hand around him, and his hips ground upwards, trying to create some friction. However, her hand followed his movements, granting him no other pleasure than what her grip alone invoked.

“Ah, ah, ah..,” she purred. “Ye ain’t beggin’.”

”You’ll be the death of me,” Drizzt said, a low growl at his throat.

“Ye know, that’s me idea..,” she laughed, taking up a slow stroking, drawing a whimper from him. “Though I ain’t gonna let ye get over th’ edge ‘fore ye’re beggin’ me ta let ye…”

Her only reply was a hoarse moan and a bucking as he desperately tried to increase the pace, though she knew he was still too stubborn to voice his body’s needs. Not stopping her slow movements, she slid her other hand down, gently touching the soft skin between his scrotum and anus, causing a shiver to run through him. Unconsciously, his legs opened more, allowing her the room she needed, and her digits moved further down, her index finger gently pressing at the opening it encountered.

“Catti?” the elf asked, suddenly tensing at the unfamiliar feeling, fear audible in his voice. “What are you doing?”

“Just relax,” she softly said, bending her head to press a kiss against his arousal, almost as if to apologize, before applying more pressure to her finger, feeling it start to slide in, lubricated by the oil. “Just relax, an’ ‘twon’t hurt.. Thrust me, ye’ll like it.”

The elf gasped slightly, his muscles instinctively trying to prevent the intrusion, but slowly, he calmed, surrendering his final shred of control to her. Patiently waiting until she felt the muscle around her finger calm, she pushed again, sliding it deeper. Gently, she started moving her digit, withdrawing it to the first joint before pushing in again, much in the same fashion as Drizzt did when pleasuring her with his hands. And, slowly, his groans took on another tone, and when he squirmed, trying to push her deeper, she knew it was her cue.
Nearly withdrawing her finger completely, she added a second one and continued the movements of her hand. At the same time, she closed her lips around the head of his arousal, making up for what pain he might feel with the intimate and uncommon touch.

Once she had both fingers within, and could move them somewhat easily, she loosed her lips around him and braced herself, knowing what his reaction would be. Bending her fingers, she located his prostate, and pressed both fingertips against it.

Drizzt gave a low cry, his hips jerking upwards suddenly, before pushing back down, his body trying to get her to touch the spot again. Smirking around her mouthful, she held him down with one hand, and brought her fingers into contact again, this time rubbing the bundle of nerves.

The drow squirmed, whimpering, moaning and muttering incoherently as she continued her ministrations, the double assault on his senses swiftly bringing him to the edge. Carefully listening to the sounds he made, as well as taking care of how his body tensed with the forthcoming orgasm, she silently counted down, knowing him well enough to know when to strike...

And, just before he would reach the point of no return, she grabbed around the very base of his organ with her free hand, squeezing hard. Crying out, the drow arched, but the woman’s grip prevented his release from arriving, forcing him to remain on the very edge, even as she continued to tease him.

“Catti!” he gasped, shivering forcefully as his body cried out for the release that was denied it - the twin sensations of her both within and around him was tearing all his willpower apart. “Catti! Please!!”

“Please what?” she asked, pulling back just enough to talk, but not enough that the feeling of her breath did not drive him further mad.

“Please!!!” he repeated, his voice a sob as he twisted, trying to break free of her grasp. “Let go, I beg you, please!!! I’ll do anything, just let go!”

Catti-brie pulled her head back again, pausing to blow gently, forcing another moan from him.

“Anythin’?” she asked, a smirk crossing her lips as she pondered the possibilities within that word.

“Anything,” he groaned, shivering as every movement she made only seemed to tenfold the ache within his body. “Just end this, please…”

Extracting her fingers, making the dark elf hiss by the loss of contact, though not loosening her hold around him. Without the stimulation, he calmed slightly, just enough for her to release him without risking her lover would topple over the edge. Slowly, careful to not touch him in any places, she moved up his body until they were face to face, his warm breath mingling with hers.

“Even.. Act as me personal slave fer a whole week?” she purred then, taking care to make her voice as sensual as possible.

“Yes, just, please, finish it!” Drizzt gasped, again twisting the bonds holding his wrists and ground his hips upwards, desperately.

Smiling, she parted her legs, moving so she was straddling his hips, and just allowed him to feel her heat and moisture.

“Ye sure..?” she asked, reaching down with a hand and wrapped it around him, running a single finger up his length. She could clearly feel that he was close to bursting.

“Yes,” he whispered, a few droplets of sweat running down his temples from beneath the blindfold as he squirmed, fighting to end his torment.

Suddenly, without warning, she sat back, letting out a moan of her own as she felt him enter her, and immediately clutched her muscles tightly around him. He cried out, his back arching so forcefully that, for a moment, she feared it would snap, every single vein in his body letting loose the contained force in the same manner of a spring, and, like a spring, sent him catapulting over the edge.

Not giving him the least time to recover, Catti-brie ground her hips down, once more clenching her inner muscles tightly. A few quick movements, and the elf cried out again, thrashing in the bonds as his second release came in short succession of the first. Her body cried out its own desire, and she followed it willingly, moving hard and fast. Several times the elf shook and cried out, his attempts to break free growing more and more desperate at her pace brought him no relief, but only kept knocking him over the edge. Finally, with a soft cry of her own, she followed him before collapsing beside him. Reaching up, she gently undid the ties around his wrists, and then the blindfold, before she was wrapped into his embrace.

“By the gods..,” he breathed, and she could clearly sense he was already falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.

Smiling, she moved closer in his arms, and soon entered the land of dreams as well.
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