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Eternal Twilight	By : UnseelieRose Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 2860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Forgotten Realms, the Sellsword Trilogy, or the Drow race. I do not profit in any way from this fanfiction. Furthermore, I do not own Calihye, Kimmuriel, or any of R. A. Salvatore's characters.

Chapter List
- 1-Eternal Twilight
- 1
Calihye waited in the artificial twilight of magical blue illumination that lit her small world. She was lying on the large, plush bed in the expensively decorated bedroom that had been provided for her. There were a couple of other rooms that were hers, including a small bath chamber, an even smaller privy, and a sitting room with a large window that overlooked the colorful fairy fires of Menzoberranzan, but she had learned that fleeing to one of these would do her no good. He would send guards to bring her to him, and if she fled her private chambers she would be instantly lost in endless darkness.

He would come soon. He would whisper wicked things in her ear while he made himself at home within her body. He would touch her with those sinfully skilled hands, and with his frighteningly delectable power. He would take her, he would claim her, he would pound gleefully into her, and worst of all she would enjoy it. She would beg for more.

Closing her eyes against the heated memories of many previous nights, Calihye curled onto her side and tried in vain to convince herself that she didn't want this. She tried to make herself believe that she wasn't looking forward to his arrival. That she didn't yearn to feel his deft fingers exploring her body, that she didn't ache to feel his narrow hips bucking against her as he drove himself home again and again, that she didn't long to gaze up into his glowing green eyes and watch him loose his rigid self control.

It slowly occurred to Calihye that her boiling lust was too intense for it to simply be an effect of her own desires, and she almost screamed with frustrated embarrassment when she realized he knew exactly what she was thinking. She could feel his wanton desire coursing through her mind, and he could no doubt feel hers just a keenly. Perhaps he realized that his mental intrusion was no longer hidden, because Calihye felt strong, slender hands sliding down the front of her body, completely uninhibited by her clothes. Calihye jumped a little, still unuse to his ability to touch her without even being in the room. Insistent, flittering fingers soothed her in delightful, tickling strokes. He reached the apex of her thighs, tickling and gently caressing the soft hair that was a result of her mixed Elven and Human blood. He urged her legs apart, sliding down to dip between her folds, rubbing gently until he found her clitoris. Calihye gasped as he increased the pressure, teasing and tickling while she moaned his name.

"I am coming to you soon, Little One," his voice purred in her mind. "I'm very close."

The wicked tingle of his voice down her spine and the suggestive double entendre made Calihye writhe on the bed. Gods she wanted him right now! With a deep breath she stilled herself. This was completely shameless. When had she become so addicted to the Drow psionic's touch?

Calihye could remember the night she was brought here. She had been half-insane with despair at the thought of choosing between her homeland and the only life she knew and Artemis, the man she both loved and hated. Love was stronger, however, despite the fact that some small, dark corner of her mind still blamed him for the death of her former lover. Nonetheless, she had found a trusting and comfortable relationship with him, and the idea of loosing him so soon after loosing her dear Prassius had been more than Calihye could stand. She had tried to kill him, intending to end her own life as soon as he was dead, but Kimmuriel had intervened. She had not known at the time what had prevented her dagger from harming Artemis, and had only later realized that it had been the Drow's psionic shield. At the time she had thought that maybe some god was saving her lover, showing her the stupidity of her plan, and she was ready to beg for forgiveness. It was impossible, of course. Her betrayal had reawakened the assassin in her lover's heart, and he had become a thing of icy rage and hot violence. He had thrown her from the second story window of their shared rooms, and left her naked and wounded on the ground below. She had been almost grateful when two Dark Elves who were obviously connected with Artemis' friend, Jarlaxle, had come to her aid. Until, of course, they had mentioned her "duties." Something about the way the word had been rumbled had left little doubt in Calihye's mind exactly what her duties would be, and she had spent the first of many nights buried beneath a sweating, heaving Drow psionic.

A tickle on the back of her neck alerted Calihye to the arrival of said dark elf, and she gasped as he blew hot breath along her nape.

"A little distracted, aren't we?" Calihye could hear the libidinous grin in his voice. "That won't do, will it? Here you are, trapped among wicked Drow, and yet you let your guard down. I may one day decide to send one of my soldiers in to you for a treat, and you would never even notice until he was buried deep inside you."

Calihye shivered at the promise of a carnal parade of lusty dark elves. She mentally shook herself. What was wrong with her? Life in the hidden complex of Bregan D'aerth was turning her into an eager wench.

Of course, it was hard not to be wanton when Kimmuriel did things like that to her spine. She moaned and wriggled as he kissed and nipped his way down, his deceptively delicate hands slipping around to trace wicked circles on the sensitive skin of her stomach. He returned to her neck, nibbling up one side to her earlobe while his hands trailed up to her breasts. He aptly unlaced the front of her gown, (one of several silky and revealing pieces he had provided her with,) and slid the straps down her shoulders. Strong and skilled hands fondled her naked chest, drawing gasps and little feminine noises from her parted lips.

Kimmuriel tickled and teased his conquest, his deft fingers flittering closer and closer to her peaked nipples as she pressed back against him. With a dark chuckle, he drew her closer him, his merciless hands at last finding their mark. Even through the concealing robes he wore she could feel his arousal. She groaned again, grinding her round bottom against his throbbing thickness. Gods, she wanted him so badly!

Calihye knew she was playing Kimmuriel's game. She knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. During the first several nights she had tried to resist him, had tried to fight his advances, but his skillful lovemaking had turned her angry fire into passion and stolen all desire for escape. He had clearly delighted in his power over her, and in his ability to pleasure her into obedience.

He seemed to be even happier now that she had become nearly desperate for him.

"Does that feel good, Little Girl?" he crooned in her ear between kisses, his thumbnail gliding gently over her nipples.

Calihye gasped in response, reaching back to caress his neck. She half turned, craning her neck to capture his lips in a kiss. He hungrily took what she offered, caressing her lips with his own, feeding at her mouth desperately, showing her the emotions he usually kept so hidden. He pulled her fully onto her back, shifting his weight on top of her and settling his narrow hips between her own. Calihye gasped at the feeling of his hardened member pressing against her aching part. Kimmuriel took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers in what might have been a battle for dominance or might have been an endless dance.

She felt the first intrusions of psionic power, and felt phantom fingers ease themselves between her legs even as his real fingers continued to stroke her breasts, neck and sides. Despite her garments and the close proximity of his body, the psionic touch had no trouble reaching her clitoris for a second time. Calihye cried out as he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Gods! Oh gods! Oh, gods, YES!"

She was dizzy, and her head felt too heavy for her neck. She let her head fall back against the pillows as Kimmuriel continued his assault.

"Why, Darling, you're going to get your skirt all dirty," his voice cooed in her mind, sending shivers down her spine even as the psionic fingers pressed harder. A second later he drove psionic energy between her legs, impaling her as his body would later. Calihye screamed and clung helplessly to his shoulders as she came.

"OH GODS YEEEESSS!"

She fell back limply against the bed. The weight of Kimmuriel's body lifted, and she felt the bed move and heard cloth rustle as he removed his robes. In moments he returned to her, running his hands over her hips.

"Look at you, naughty girl," he cooed. "This won't do at all, will it? We've gotten our dress dirty, haven't we?" He clicked his tongue. "Well, we'll just have to take this off."

Calihye willingly lifted her hips from the bed, allowing him to pull the gown the rest of the way down and off her legs. He tossed it aside and leaned over her as she parted her thighs eagerly for him, looking down her body at the impressive sight before her.

No matter how many times she saw him naked, the sight of Kimmuriel always took her breath away. He was a scholar, not a fighter, but all Drow males were trained martial arts to a certain extent. It was a matter of survival in their violent world. Below his strong chest and lean stomach, his swollen erection stood proudly. He wasn't quite as massive as Calihye knew some elves could be, but he was certainly very large, and he knew how to use it.

Kimmuriel smirked as he watched her ogle his member. "Ready for more?" he purred.

"Yes, yes." She breathed.

He answered her with a searing kiss, leaning his weight on his forearms as he nudged her thighs wider with his knees. He growled, shifted, and slid his hands under her hips, lifting to achieve a better angle. Which no more than a flex of his muscles he pushed himself deep inside her.

Calihye gasped, looking up into the Drow's glowing eyes, delighting in the way his usual expressionless control gave way to a look of pleasure. With a wicked thought she squeezed her muscles around him, and was rewarded when his eyes lost focus for a moment.

He gave her a sultry smirk and jerked his muscles, making his member jump within her. Her gasp turned to a moan as he slowly drew out of her only to press back in. She wrapped her legs around his slender waist as he settled into a strong rhythm, thrusting into her with demanding vigor and a steady tempo. She sighed his name, running her hands up and down his muscled back. Kimmuriel leaned back over her to kiss her, supporting himself on his elbows as he rocked into her harder.
"Faster!" she moaned.
"Beg me." His voice still held infuriating control.
"Please, please Kimmuriel! Please move faster!"
"Hmmm," he swayed his hips a little, teasing her. "I am not entirely convinced you really want it."
"I do! Gods! I do! Please!" Calihye knew what he really wanted. "Please, Master Kimmuriel! I will be a very good girl if you take me hard and fast!"

He smiled like an incubus down at her and obeyed, hammering her like her meant to break her, and she screamed in delight. Kimmuriel wasn't done, however. The psionic's earlier ministrations had opened Calihye's passage, and he knew exactly what to do with the extra room. Rotating his hips and utilizing the inhuman flexibility shared by all Elves, he surged forward again, finding the single most sensual place in her body. When he pulled out, he angled himself to rub her swollen clit. Her uncontrollable moans seemed to please him, and he repeated the motion. Bucking against her he rammed against her g-spot again and again, assaulting her clitoris with every exit and tearing cries from her throat.

"Kimmuriel! Oh, yes! Yes, Kim! Yes! Yes!"

Unexpectedly, he drew mostly out and slowed to a stop. Calihye practivally sobbed with frustration and tried to take in more of him, but he stilled her with a thought. Grinning wolfishly, he focused his power once more, and she watched wide-eyed as he held a hand, shimmering with psionic energy, before her eyes. Her wonder increased as he slowly, deliberately, brought the hand down to himself and began rubbing his own shaft. His eyes closed to slits and he let out a low moan. Opening his eyes once more he gave her a look as if he would eat her alive and thrust suddenly into her as deep as he could go.

Calihye screamed, lightning flashing behind her eyes. His already adequate member now pulsed and shivered with humming psionic energy.

Emitting sounds too wonderful to be called grunts, Kimmuriel slammed into her with almost brutal force, his back arching and bowing as he bucked against her wildly. She was completely lost to the sensations, aware of nothing but the pleasure. His hungry body was the only solid thing left in the world as he rode her with vicious abandon. Grabbing her legs, he slowed just long enough to pull her knees over her shoulders before surging forward again. He plunged as deep as she could take him, that incredible energy vibrating along every inch of her passage.

Calihye screamed his name over and over again, her hands desperately scrabbling at his sweaty back as he relentlessly pummeled her, driving her to peak over and over again. Her head beat against the pillows. The slap of bare flesh and rhythmic squeak of the rope bedsprings was nearly lost beneath her cries of ecstasy.

"Oh! Oooooh!! Yes! Yes! Oh, Gods, yes, Kim! YES! YEEESSSS!!!!"

Still he rode her, his own cries rising in volume as he neared completion. With a last, terrific burst of energy, he hammered her with unbelievable speed, taking her to orgasm one more time as he himself fell over the edge with an echoing cry.

"Nindol zhah ultrin ssrigg'tul!!!"

Panting, they slowly came back to themselves entangled in one another's arms. Kimmuriel pulled Calihye closer as their skin cooled in an un-Drow-like tender embrace.

"Rest well, my Good Girl," he murmered in her ear, gentle hand stroking a strand of sweat-soaked hair back from her face.

"Pleasant dreams, my Beloved Drow," Calihye spoke before she was aware of what she was saying. She realized a moment later that she didn't care. He was her Beloved, as strange as that might seem, and she didn't care who knew it. As difficult as some aspects of this new life could be, she found herself thinking that she couldn't entirely regret her fate. With that, she snuggled deeper into his arms and fell into a peaceful sleep.
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