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Releasing Tension: The Bregan D'aerthe Way	By : Shadowgirl1 Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The characters of Jarlaxle, Entreri, the Underdark, Faerûn, the drow, and other aspects of Forgotten Realms are the creations of R.A. Salvatore, Ed Greenwood, etc. I seek not to steal from their creations, only to humbly expand. The character of Jarian and a few other originals however are my creations. Their story can be found at fanfiction (dot) net, under the title Mercenary With Style, by Shadowgirl1.

The following does contain citrus-flavored content, so please be advised. Other than that, savor the delicious flavor and enjoy!!

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Releasing Tension: The Bregan D’aerthe Way
Healer recommended, Jarlaxle Approved

Jarlaxle reclined in a plush chair, surrounded by a harem of beauties as he oversaw his party. The members of Bregan D’aerthe deserved a get together after the success they had for the Waterdeep Fashion Display. He sipped some mushroom wine and his carnelian gaze rested on a human.

Artemis Entreri leaned against the wall, shoulder blades resting comfortably against the festively adorned surface. His arms were folded; hands safely within reach of his weapons should one of the drunken partygoers decide to get too friendly. In typical Entreri fashion he appeared to be the only one who wasn’t having fun.

Unfortunately for Entreri, Jarlaxle was not one to tolerate a lack of merriment. When Entreri’s gaze met his eyes, he motioned the assassin over.

Damn, he noticed me. Entreri suppressed a grimace and walked over to the drow, avoiding the females that fawned over the mercenary leader. “What?”

“Are you going to be intimate with the wall for the entire celebration?”

“Considering the alternatives,” Entreri pointedly looked to the party, “yes.”

“That simply will not do,” Jarlaxle said. He set down his glass and bade farewell to his beauties. “Follow me.”

Entreri glared, but followed, knowing he had little choice in the matter. They made their way down a faerie fire lit corridor, away from the noise of the party. The revelry soon turned to an echoing murmur that was overshadowed by the sound of Entreri’s boots.

Jarlaxle approached a door at the end of the hallway, knocking lightly against its exterior before he opened it and motioned Entreri to go inside.

The assassin looked at Jarlaxle for a moment and considered fleeing down the hallway, but being the type of man who did not hesitate for long, he went into the room.

“Hello Artemis.”

Entreri stared and stopped in mid-step. Four male drow were sprawled across the bed, lust plainly visible in their eyes. Three servants flocked their tailor master, clothing the last things on their minds…and bodies for that matter.

“What the-”

Entreri backed up, too scandalized to draw his weapons. Instead of backing into the hallway, he ended up against Jarlaxle, who was blocking his route of escape. As he heard the door click close and lock, he went for his weapons and found his arms restrained by the drow.

Jarian approached him. “Relax Artemis, we’re doing this for your own good.”

Entreri growled, “Release me this instant Jarlaxle.”

“This instant? Oh no Entreri, there’s no pleasure in that; we plan on taking our time. You’re wound up tighter than a spider caught in its own web. It’s not good to have that much tension,” Jarlaxle said.

“I don’t need help in releasing it! Now let me go!”

Jarlaxle drew him closer, pressing against his back. “Consider this an intervention.”

Entreri stiffened as he felt a hardness against his thigh, the more he struggled, the harder it became.

Maskah, Kaifas, and Shytolin rose from the bed, removing the assassin’s weapons from his belt, vest, and pockets. He didn’t struggle as they removed his boots. Instead he clenched his jaw and trembled with rage.

Jarian moved closer, his eyes roaming downward on the restrained human. He raised his right hand to Entreri’s cheek, rising on tiptoes to feather kiss his tightened lips. Entreri turned his head away, but his body jerked on its own accord when it felt a light touch against the pelvis. The drow smiled and snapped his fingers, his smile growing ever wider as the thread of Entreri’s outfit proceeded to unravel. He stepped back as Entreri started to writhe in protest, admiring skin that few were privy to witness.

This is not happening. Entreri struggled to find a weakness in Jarlaxle’s hold, but that damnable hardness was an ever-present distraction and the loss of his clothes made him feel more vulnerable than he would ever care to admit. He could feel the sweat forming between Jarlaxle’s bare chest and his bare back as the drow shifted to completely loose him of any stray fabric.

Jarian admired the human’s muscled form, committing the sight to memory. He traced a finger down Entreri’s chest, savoring the human’s shiver as he reached a tangled gnarl of pubic hair. Fingers gently curled into the hair, before grasping onto the pale extremity.

Entreri jumped and exhaled in a ragged gasp as he felt his body stiffen. He was a man of control and his body’s betrayal caused him to doubt his prowess. He opened his mouth to tell the drow to stop, but closed it as Jarian proceeded to stroke him in rolling movements. His slick palm and dexterous fingers tenderized the soft flesh to firmness.

Entreri groaned in protest as Jarian proceeded to pull at him, still massaging the traitorous muscle. He was forced to move toward the bed, Jarlaxle still a physical presence behind him as he took halting steps forward.

Jarlaxle gently sat on the bed, pulling Entreri between his legs so that his own hardness was in a more opportune location. His pants were straining against his own desires, but those would be sated in due course.

Maskah and Kaifas caressed the assassin’s straining muscles, relaxing his restrained arms, before working down his thighs, fingers kneading the muscles in his inner thighs before digging in to hold them open. They were pleased that they could assist in the rigid assassin’s relaxation.

Shytolin gently pulled Jarian’s hair back, tucking it behind his ear.

Jarian leaned forward, pressing his lips against the assassin’s chest, his tongue eagerly trailing down Entreri’s abdomen. He darted his tongue in and out of the assassin’s navel, smiling at the flutter under the skin. It seems Artemis is ticklish after all. He lifted his mouth to exhale warm air onto the pubic hair, before trailing a path of heat through his nostrils to the point of his desire.

Entreri gulped back a gasp as he felt a moist warmth envelope him. Strands of white hair fell loose from behind Jarian’s ears and tickled his inner thighs. Jarian moaned into him, taking him back and forth in a tongue-stroking vibrato, suckling the skin with each movement of his jaw. The assassin swelled within him and twitched as Jarian further took him. Jarlaxle urged the human forward in rhythm with Jarian’s work, smirking as he heard a guttural noise emanate from Entreri’s lips.

Jarian groaned at the hot liquid that coated his mouth, moving back to suck out any stray droplet. He never thought the human would taste this good. He swallowed and leaned back, allowing Shytolin to stroke his excited member to release and to taste the assassin in his mouth.

Entreri lay back against Jarlaxle, shuddering at his loss of control. Sweat covered his brow and his penis rested wetly against the spider silk sheets. He asked weakly, “Am I done?”

Jarlaxle tasted his sweat, nibbling at his neck before murmuring into his ear, “we’ve only just started.”

Jarian gasped into Shytolin’s mouth and turned to face Entreri once more. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of Maskah and Kaifas, who were eagerly lip locked. They stopped and eyed the assassin once again. After a nod from their master, they helped their leader draw Entreri’s legs onto the bed so that he was resting on his knees. They each grabbed an arm as Jarlaxle placed his hands firmly around the assassin’s waist.

Shytolin fetched some lotion from the beside table. Jarian took the scented liquid with an eager smile and proceeded to coat Entreri’s length.

The aroma of the liquid rose to Entreri’s nostrils and he coughed, “what are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Jarian said slyly.

When he was finished, he handed the lotion back to Shytolin who coated his fingers. Entreri watched with wide eyes as Jarian sat on his knees, leaned forward, and sighed contently as the servant’s fingers slid into the tailor’s rectum. Shytolin looked to the assassin for a moment, giving the human an admiring gaze before sliding a third oiled finger into his master.

Jarian gasped, “oh you naughty thing!”

“You’ll thank me later, Master Jarian,” Shytolin said.

“Oh I shall over and over again, my darling,” Jarian said with a laugh.

When Shytolin was finished he moved out of the way and contented himself to watch.

Jarlaxle nodded and urged the assassin forward, snaking his hands around the assassin’s hips, into his heated crevice, and to his hardening member. He rested his chin on the assassin’s shoulder, “Jarian has been waiting months for you to utterly ravish him. How can I resist enabling that request? Do feel free to take out your frustration. He can take it and enjoy it.”

Entreri felt his senses muddled by the sweet smelling lotion and the heat around his penis. Why are his hands so warm?? His tip pressed against the ebony cheeks, urged forward by Jarlaxle’s guiding hands. Jarlaxle thrust him forward and he exhaled sharply as he entered the drow. Tight muscle clung onto him and he felt the drow clench, as if urging him to move.

“Do it Entreri,” Jarlaxle murmured hypnotically. “He wants you to do it. He’s been waiting for you.”

Jarian shifted back so that Entreri could enter him more. “Oh Artemis, please…”

“It’s not difficult Entreri and you’re no virgin,” Jarlaxle continued. “Let loose that pent up frustration.” He urged Entreri’s hips forward and back, sensing the assassin’s resolve waiver.

Entreri closed his eyes and willed himself to move back. Jarlaxle pushed him forward again and Jarian rocked against him. He was buried to the hilt and struggled to release himself from the situation, hoping the faster he went, the sooner he could be free. He justified the movement as struggling, but his body moved on its own accord, matching the rhythm as if it were a fight. Entreri thrust forward and felt resistance, startling at throb that caused Jarian to shout. His own body responded in kind and his eyesight blurred as he sagged against the contented drow, his seed creating dark rivulets down the dark elf’s leg.

Jarlaxle took the opportunity to loosen his pants, freeing his trickling desire. The maestro of this orchestration was finally going to get his moment in the faerie light. He motioned Shytolin over, sighing contently at the servant’s ministrations before he took the lotion and applied it to his fingers. He signaled with his other hand to Maskah and Kaifas. Keep him inside Jarian.

With a devilish smirk, Jarlaxle inserted the moist finger into the assassin. Entreri yelped at the intrusion and tried to buck off the drow, but to no avail. His muscles clenched and he grimaced as the drow inserted another finger, wriggling it around the tense muscle. A third finger entered and Entreri felt faint, pressing his head against Jarian’s back as he felt his innards violated.

Jarian mewled at Entreri’s writhing within him, savoring Entreri’s lips nearly biting into his back as the assassin stifled protesting grunts.

Jarlaxle pulled out, allowing the assassin a brief moment of reprieve before he thrust sharply into the tight entrance. He was impressed with Entreri’s lack of whimpering, not entirely surprised at the assassin’s yell of curse words. If anything, the assassin’s stubbornness and loss of control excited him. Jarlaxle started slowly, allowing Entreri to get used to swelling presence. He moved forward, probing until he found exactly what he wanted. He coyly pressed into it, fascinated by the way Entreri’s body seemed to tremble. He wants it, the realization made him chuckle and kiss Entreri’s neck, tongue probing the various hollows of his neck and collarbone.

Licking the salty from his lips, Jarlaxle thrust forward slowly, making sure that Entreri entered Jarian the same time that he entered the assassin. He quickened his pace, lust taking over his senses as he pounded against the human.

Entreri winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure he was receiving. Something deep within him was screaming with raw hurt and desire. He found himself thrusting forward into the bottom drow, determined to defeat the pain by buffering it with something else. His measure of control shattered in a burst of starlight as his vision turned white and he arched back into Jarlaxle.

Jarian cried out as he felt Entreri pulse within him and as the assassin left him, he released into the waiting hands of his servants, who eagerly sought to clean him up.

Jarlaxle gave one final thrust into Entreri, grabbing onto the man before he allowed their bodies to collapse on their sides. He smiled drowsily as the human’s eyes fluttered between a faint and consciousness. He remained within the human until he felt his wetness run onto the bed. Jarlaxle licked his fingers as he unclasped his hand from around Entreri, turning the man over for a deep kiss. His tongue dominated the assassin’s lips, claiming bodily possession.

As Jarlaxle pulled away Entreri slowly blinked at the drow, staring into his penetrating gaze before drifting into a tension-free slumber.

“Thank you Master Jarlaxle.”

Jarlaxle smiled and turned to Jarian, who was being licked clean by his servants. “You’re quite welcome Jarian. Now let him rest. I have to get back to the party. I have so many more bodily engagements to attend. Do enjoy yourselves in the meanwhile.”
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