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Ssinssrigg	By : anogete Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 5881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a deviation on the scene at the end of Chapter 20 in Starless Night. Drizzt has been waylaid by Bregan D’aerthe on Jarlaxle’s orders and then left for Matron Baenre’s troops to pick up. Catti-brie’s disguise as a drow elf has been found and removed by Entreri. She is taken away by Jarlaxle and Entreri to the headquarters of Bregan D’aerthe. To ensure she does not leave the holding room he has placed her in, Jarlaxle takes her weapons, Guenhwyvar, and the Cat’s Eye circlet that allows her to see in the dark. However, he does illuminate the room to allow her to see within it only. It is obvious that he is attracted to her and thinks her beautiful in the actual text of the novel, but their story stops there. Jarlaxle leaves Catti-brie and Entreri alone. Entreri enlists her assistance in freeing Drizzt so he can escape from the Underdark. He retrieves her weapons and Guenhwyvar from Jarlaxle’s desk. The circlet is lifted by Entreri from Jarlaxle’s pocket. Entreri comes to realize that Jarlaxle set him and Catti-brie up for Drizzt’s rescue and their eventual escape. This fic twists that moment in the novel a bit. Instead of leaving Catti-brie alone with Entreri to allow them to make plans, Jarlaxle stays with Catti-brie while Entreri leaves. And this is what happens:

Catti-brie watched Entreri silently slip out the only door in the room. The soft, blue illumination that Jarlaxle had provided only moments before glinted off the jewels of the dagger on Entreri’s belt. She felt powerless without her weapons, especially Taulmaril, her bow. With foes like Entreri and Jarlaxle, Catti-brie doubted she would get far even if she had her weapons returned. The Cat’s Eye circlet would be necessary for any escape, and there was virtually no hope of retrieving it from Jarlaxle’s pocket, even if she was now alone with him.

“Do ye mean to keep me here?” she asked in a gruff voice, staring hard at the mercenary across the room. Jarlaxle confused Cattie-brie. He seemed so similar to Drizzt, yet so different. For a drow, his atypical behavior gave her more room to negotiate and bide her time to develop a plan, but he was also difficult to read. She was so accustomed to reading her friends’ emotions, knowing what they thought before they came to realize it, that dealing with an unpredictable drow was frustrating and frightening.

Jarlaxle sat down in a chair by the door, his legs comfortably spread and his feet planted on the floor. She followed the elegant line of his boots up his calves to his knees where the leather bent to continue up his thighs. “Yes,” he said, finally answering her question in perfect surface Common, “you will remain here for the moment.”

“And after? What then?”

Jarlaxle smiled and lifted his hand from the armrests, turning his palms up to indicate that he was not sure what he would do. Or, perhaps, he simply did not want to expose his plans to her. Lacing his fingers as he lowered his hands to his exposed stomach, Jarlaxle diverted the topic of conversation to something he considered far more interesting. “Tell me, Catti-brie, are all the females on the surface as beautiful as you?”

Catti-brie narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “What are ye meanin’ by that?”

“I was simply curious.. Perhaps I’ve made my home in the wrong place.” The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“No, I’m thinking you got the right of it. This stinking hole is the only place fit for ye.”

Jarlaxle placed a deceptively delicate hand over his chest. “You wound me.”

“If ye give me back me damned weapons, I’ll be sure to wound ye good,” she snapped back, pacing the stone floor of the room and keeping a wary eye on the mercenary at all times.

“Courageous and fiery,” Jarlaxle observed, watching her move across the room like an irritated wildcat. “I daresay that any other female colnbluth would be cowering in fear, judging by the reputation we drow seem to have earned, even on the surface.”

“Don’t ye be calling me no names.”

Her sharp reply made Jarlaxle chuckle. “Colnbluth means non-drow,” he explained. “Did Drizzt not teach you the language of his people when he taught you the skills to survive in the Underdark?”

“No.” Catti-brie continued to pace the room. With each pass, she felt the walls closing in on her, the ceiling lowering with each breath she exhaled.

“A shame,” Jarlaxle said softly. “I could teach you. I could teach you many things.”

“I’m not for wanting to learn anything ye could be teaching.”

The mercenary rose from his chair with a grace that was startling. The fluidity of his moments stopped Catti-brie just as she completed a circuit of her pacing. “Do you really mean that? I do not think you know all I’m capable of,” he replied in a low voice, taking two long strides toward her.

The unnatural way his high leather boots made no creaking noise as they gave in to the movements of his joints unnerved her. Finally, she tore her eyes away from his legs to meet his gaze. He was watching her in the normal light spectrum because his eyes were not glowing red.

“Ye’re capable of throwing me friend to the enemy,” she replied, unconsciously backing up a step when he moved toward her again.

“So, you do not believe I am the enemy then?”

“Don’t ye be twisting me words, drow.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Catti-brie. Drizzt could not be saved. I did more than I should have by hiding you here. Matron Baenre would very much like to have you.” He took two more steps toward her, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. His relaxed posture meant nothing when she could easily see a blade belted on his narrow hips.

Her discomfort was obvious, and Jarlaxle stopped his advance to observe the woman. Her thick, auburn hair was wild and unruly with tangles and dust from her scuffles before he whisked her away to Bregan D’aerthe’s headquarters. Her eyes were wide and aware of everything happening around her. Jarlaxle found it rather daunting to be the sole recipient of her heavy gaze. And just as he was a study in contrasts with his black skin and white hair, so was she with her beautiful pale skin and dark, rich hair. Her pink lips and startling blue eyes that complemented her auburn hair and flawless complexion held him in rapture. Jarlaxle loved color. He took another step.

Catti-brie never took her eyes from him as he approached. He worked very hard to appear harmless, but she was not fooled. He was a drow, trained to fight from birth. To have survived this long in such a violent and chaotic place, he must have been brutal and deadly when the situation had called for it. She just hadn’t figured out what he wanted with her.

The faint blue light of the room washed over the muscles of his arms and stomach. The high-cut, sleeveless vest covered little more than a portion of his chest. There was no doubt he was handsome with his slender face, piercing eyes, and a slightly upturned nose. She also sensed he was different, that he was not sadistic and did not harm simply for the sake of it. He commanded the loyalty of so many and that had to count for something. Instilling fear alone cannot allow one to rise to power as he had. Jarlaxle obviously had a sense of honor, however distorted it might be.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked. The sound of his voice made Catti-brie jump. It was then that she realized she had backed up into a large stone table, her hands grasping the edge of it.

“Ye’re keeping me prisoner here, and ye’ve taken all me weapons.”

He smiled. “That is not an answer to my question. But, don’t worry. You have my word I won’t harm you.”

“Yer word ain’t much.”

“Oh, but it is. I don’t give it as freely as most.” Finally, he closed the distance between them and stepped up in front of Catti-brie, not more than a foot away. “Why did you follow Drizzt?”

“He’s me friend,” Catti-brie responded without thought, watching the upward turn of his lips at her answer.

“Do you…” Jarlaxle trailed off and waved his hand in the air, trying to conjure up the correct word in the Common tongue. “Do you love him?”

“I’m not for thinking that it’s any of yer business,” she replied, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“The drow language does not have a word for love,” Jarlaxle murmured softly, leaning into her body. He lifted a hand and trailed a single finger down the soft flesh of her arm. Catti-brie couldn’t control the shiver that swept through her body. “The closest word we have is ssinssrigg. Do you know what that means?”

Catti-brie shook her head. She found it difficult to draw breath with him so close to her. No longer was she afraid of an outburst of violence or the demand for a fight, nor was she afraid he would force himself on her. Her initial assessment of his character regarding that held true. Jarlaxle’s warped sense of honor would not allow him to force a woman to have relations with him. Besides, Catti-brie doubted he had any shortage of females willing to bed him. Truth be told, at that moment, she was afraid he would make an advance on her, and she would be unwilling to turn him aside.

“It means lust,” Jarlaxle whispered in her ear.

She was trapped miles beneath the surface. Despite her best efforts, Drizzt had been captured and would likely be scarified to the evil deity the drow worshiped. There was no foreseeable way to escape her imprisonment, and even if she did, she would die in the tunnels surrounding the city without a map to lead her up toward the open air and a way to see in the oppressive darkness.

The situation appeared hopeless, and of all things, Catti-brie began lamenting her lack of sexual experience. She had been on many adventures and seen a myriad of amazing things in her short life, but there was one thing she had yet to do. She had never bedded someone. Of course, she had expected that Wulfgar would be her first and last, but he was gone, and she was at the mercy of a drow mercenary.

Weeks before her planned wedding, Catti-brie had overheard two Barbarian women in Settlestone talking about their husbands and what happened in the privacy of their bedchambers. Growing up in a city of dwarves and having little contact with others, she was not wise in the ways of pleasure. But, as with all things, she found herself with a burning desire to know, to touch that elusive sensation herself. And now her hopes were shattered. She would likely die in this horrible city so many miles beneath the surface without ever knowing how it would feel to be touched that way.

She lifted her eyes up to study Jarlaxle’s handsome face. His intentions and desires were unmistakable. If she assented, Catti-brie had no doubt he would bed her. And for some reason, she did not find the thought repulsive. Unlike many of the others she had encountered during her short stay in the city, he was not vicious and angry. He seemed oddly gentle and thoughtful. She knew Jarlaxle was capable of horrible actions, even murder, but at that moment he seemed attentive and genuinely interested in pleasing her.

“Ssinssrigg,” Catti-brie whispered, the harsh word awkward on her unfamiliar tongue.

Jarlaxle flashed her a wide grin as he leaned that much closer to her body, feeling the tension radiating from her slight form. “Yes, ssin’urn one.”

She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his face. “Ye’re using the words to confuse me,” she whispered.

“I called you beautiful,” Jarlaxle replied back in his own whisper.

“Why?”

Catti-brie watched his tongue roll out to wet his lips before he spoke. “I’m trying to flatter you because I very much desire you as a mrimm d’ssinss of mine.”

His fingertips were still trailing over her exposed arm, raising gooseflesh along their path. His soft caresses and the seductive tone in his voice incited a slow burning in her lower abdomen which eventually spread to the apex of her thighs. She shifted against the table behind her, gasping when she inadvertently brushed a leg against his boots. “What is a mrimm d’sinss?” Catti-brie finally asked when she regained control of her wits.

Jarlaxle moved his free hand to her midsection, slipping his elegant fingers beneath the rough cloth of her shirt. Catti-brie’s stomach muscles tensed at his light touch. “Mrimm d’sinss means lover,” he murmured, his lips not more than a few inches from her own.

Her heart was beating so hard she felt it might pound out of her chest and fall on the floor at his feet. Catti-brie was having trouble forming any coherent words or phrases with the feather-light touch of his fingertips tracing the waist of her breeches.

“I am an excellent teacher, am I not? I’ve taught you four drow words in as many minutes. I am sure they are words you’ll never forget, my mzilst ssin’urn rivvil.” Jarlaxle grinned, slipping the tips of his fingers between the cloth of her breeches and the sensitive skin of her abdomen. “My most beautiful human,” he clarified, watching Catti-brie’s eyes for a reaction of his touch.

“I—I’ve never—” Cattie-brie felt faint, unable and unwilling to knock his hand away from her body.

His hand trapped inside her breeches stilled. “You are pure?” he asked in a slightly surprised tone. “So beautiful, and yet you’ve never partaken of vith.”

“Vith?” She managed to stutter the word past her lips when she felt his hand moving again.

“Sex,” he hissed her in ear, his breath hot against her exposed neck. “What is our vocabulary count now? Seven?”

Her only reply was a sharp gasp when she felt his lips graze over the skin behind her ear. He slowly trailed soft kisses down the column of her neck, finally resting his lips on her collarbone.

Catti-brie nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his slender fingers reach the curls between her thighs. Jarlaxle didn’t hesitate, continuing his explorations further until he could slip a probing finger inside her.

“What—” she muttered, grabbing his forearm. Instead of stopping, he moved his lips up to her jaw line to pepper kisses over it and her chin.

“Tell me, my mrimm d’sinss, does it feel good?” he whispered against her lips.

Catti-brie opened her mouth to respond, with what she was not sure, but Jarlaxle took the opportunity to cover her lips with his own and slide his tongue between her teeth. She was so surprised by his actions she nearly bit into his tongue. After her moment of shock passed, she concentrated on the sensations he elicited from her body as he explored her mouth.

Jarlaxle took the brief distraction of their kiss to slip another finger inside her heat, taking pleasure in the slickness of her walls. He pulled back and grinned in triumph when she moaned into his mouth. “I can make you feel so much more if you’d allow it,” he murmured softly, his face less than an inch from her own. He wanted to hear her beg for his touch, not simply submit to it.

“I—”

“You?” he replied with a smirk before kissing her again.

Catti-brie couldn’t concentrate on anything, especially when he slid his wet fingers to the top of her cleft, rubbing the nub settled within her folds. Her hands, that were once clenching the edge of the table behind her thighs, moved up to latch onto his shoulders tightly. Her short nails dug into the material of his vest while she tried to move her hips more firmly into his questing hand.

“Very good, ssin’urn,” Jarlaxle whispered, chuckling under his breath. “So brazen, so lustful. You would allow me to do anything I please to you right now, would you not?”

She could barely hear his soft words over the rush of blood in her ears. His fingers were still moving skillfully over her nub, occasionally dipping within her to gather more moisture. Using his free hand, he held her hips still lest she buck too hard against him and ruin the sweet torture he was inflicting on her.

“Do you feel it?” he asked, rubbing his lips over her mouth, letting his hot breath cascade between her gasping lips. “Do you feel it welling up inside of you? Do you feel as if you might explode?”

“Yes!” Catti-brie managed to choke out.

“Let go. Come for me.”

Her fingers squeezed his shoulders even tighter as she rocked her hips back and forth on his hand. Only a few moments passed before she felt the most wonderful sensation begin in her groin and flow out to warm her belly and weaken her legs. In the height of it, she cried out a wordless release, nearly sobbing with the intensity of her orgasm.

Catti-brie leaned heavily against the low stone table behind her while Jarlaxle slipped his hand out of her breeches. With both hands on her hips, he guided her until she sat on the edge of tabletop. Her center was still throbbing, and her legs were still spread in a very unladylike fashion. Jarlaxle took advantage and positioned himself to stand between her thighs.

With a single deft movement, he hooked his fingertips in the waist of her breeches and pulled them over her hips and down her bare legs. Catti-brie tried to cover her exposed lap and didn’t realize that her diverted attention allowed the drow to slip his hands beneath her shirt and pull it off as well.

She felt exposed and nervous, sitting on his table as he took in her naked body with his arrogant eyes. “Ssin’urn,” he whispered again, burying his fingers in her hair and kissing her passionately. He had called her that enough for Catti-brie to know he meant to tell her she was beautiful. His blatant approval brought a blush to her cheeks just as his devious tongue fanned her desire.

The kiss continued after he extracted his hands from her tangled mane of hair. She lamented the loss of his hands on her body until she realized that he had apparently unbuckled the blade from his hip. It clattered to the stone floor just before his breeches. From her half-reclined position on the table, she did not have a view of his naked lower half, but she did have full reign to run her hands beneath the short vest he wore. His skin was slick, encasing hard muscles that tensed beneath her light touch.

Jarlaxle looked down at the panting woman and took a moment to enjoy the desire written on her face as she explored the plains of his chest and stomach. When he could no longer stave off his need for her, he caught one of her hands in his own and gently led it down his abdomen to his protruding shaft. Catti-brie’s eyes widened when she felt the soft skin over the hard length of him. As for Jarlaxle, the tentative touch of her small hands nearly undid his composure.

Without a word, he pushed her back on the table, cradling the back of her head with a hand, while he used his free hand to guide his erection to press against her sex. Catti-brie closed her eyes tightly, her breath coming in shallow pants. She had been heard the first time would hurt, but she was unsure how badly. “Do it,” she muttered through clenched teeth when she realized he was watching her with curious eyes.

Folding his lithe body over hers, Jarlaxle claimed her mouth and slowly slid inside, feeling her heat and clenching muscles. Catti-brie jerked beneath him when he pressed through her maidenhead and nestled himself snuggly between her thighs. He wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for the woman, so he gave her ample time to adjust before he began moving again.

Within moments, his rhythmic thrusts began rocking her body against the cold stone table. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, pressing the heels of her boots, which were still on, into his buttocks. When she looked down her body, all she could see was the crown of his bare head as his tongue lapped at the valley between her breasts. She didn’t quite remember when he had taken off the hat. Perhaps he had tossed it aside while she was in the throws of her orgasm. Instead of worrying over it, she placed her hands on the sides of his head, holding him against her as he pushed into her body with thrusts that curled her toes and fanned the heat in her lower abdomen.

Jarlaxle dug the fingertips of one hand into the soft flesh of her hip while his other snaked between their bodies to finger the spot where they met intimately. A simple caress of her nub, and he felt Catti-brie’s walls clench him tightly. She loosened a guttural scream while he took a nipple into his mouth and pressed her against the table to ride out her second orgasm. The squeezing of her inner muscles undid him. Moments later, he found his hips jerking into her, losing their previous rhythm in favor of convulsing in an intense orgasm. Once he had spilled himself within her heat, Jarlaxle released her rosy nipple and slowly pulled away from her ravished body that was flushed with sated desire.

Catti-brie felt self-conscious afterward, though Jarlaxle’s attitude was not to blame. He appeared to be relaxed and oddly attune to her needs when he scooped her discarded clothes from the floor and handed them to her.

Clutching her shirt to her chest, Catti-brie stooped to pick up his breeches. The slender chain of the circlet slipped out of the pocket, but when she glanced at him to gauge his reaction to her discovery, she found he was turned away from her, recovering his hat from another small table across the way. Without a second thought, she snatched the Cat’s Eye circlet from his pocket and slipped it in a fold in her shirt.

Jarlaxle turned around and took his breeches from her with a lascivious smile. “Thank you,” he murmured softly, running a hand lightly over her cheek.

“Ye’re—ye’re welcome,” Catti-brie stuttered, wondering why she was exchanging such pleasantries with a good-for-nothing drow mercenary. She smiled and ducked her head to prevent him from seeing her grin. Actually, he was definitely good for something. Her legs were still weak from the passion he had coaxed out of her. Perhaps Jarlaxle wasn’t so bad after all.

“I’m afraid, my mrimm d’sinss, that your friend Drizzt was able to incapacitate or kill far too many of my men today on the island. I have no guards for the door to your room, but I trust I won’t have any problems with you.” He chuckled. “You wouldn’t be able to see beyond this door without the Cat’s Eye agate anyway.”

Catti-brie forced a small smile and nodded her head as she pulled her clothes on and palmed the circlet into a pocket.

“I imagine Entreri will want to speak with you,” Jarlaxle said as he adjusted his breeches and straightened his vest. “If he does anything untoward, call for me. I imagine he’ll beg for your assistance to find the surface again, though I do not suspect you’ll be of much help. You are just as trapped as he is. Only Drizzt could find his way out again.”

She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice the missing circlet, but her fears were unfounded. Jarlaxle simply stepped into her body and kissed her again, sweeping his hot tongue through her mouth once more. “Come back and see me, ssins’urn. I enjoyed our time together greatly.” With that said, he spun on his heel and walked out of the room, the soles of his boots clacking loudly against the stone.

Catti-brie fell back against the table to support her wobbling legs. Come back and see him? What did he mean by that? It wasn’t until the door closed with a loud thump that she heard something clatter to the ground. Her bow and quiver were lying on the stone in front of the door. They had obviously been behind the chair Jarlaxle had been seated in, and the vibration of the closing door had shaken them loose. Creeping over to retrieve Taulmaril, she saw Guenhwyvar’s black statue and her blade resting in the space behind the chair. She belted the blade on along with the quiver and pocketed Guenhwyvar, mentally making plans for her escape.

Her eyes narrowed when she began to process the events of the last hour. It was all too convenient. She had found her circlet, her weapons, and Guenhwyvar, and had been tipped off to a possible temporary alliance with Entreri. Catti-brie was far too smart to believe it was all luck or coincidence, especially when she considered Jarlaxle’s admission that he had no guards for her door and his parting words to her. Come back and see me, ssins’urn. I enjoyed our time together greatly. Was he trying to help her?

She didn’t want to openly admit it, but she had also enjoyed her time in Jarlaxle’s arms. If she escaped, she didn’t want to ever return to the cursed city, even for the mercenary, but Catti-brie did hope that he might find his way to the surface one day.

She smiled and slipped the circlet over her head just as Entreri opened the door.

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