Again, Nathraena Takes What She Wants [Forgotten Realms]

Nathaena is far from the type of woman who waits for a man to decide what they want, you have only known her a short time but this much is obvious. More precisely, Elayna once told you the Drows are matriarchal culture, and females are typically the ones who makes decisions.

There is a feeling within you that Eilistraee encourages her faithful down a more equitable path but it is difficult to change millennia of rituals and traditions. What was kosher was sometimes the wrong choice.

Abruptly you feel your lips claimed by Nathraena as she began kissing you again. This distracts you until you feel yourself surrounded by her wet cooter that is slightly cooler than your thumper. The act of getting you erect was an effort hardly worth mentioning.

Pressing Nathraena’s mazabas against your pecs as you reciprocate the passion and desire in her kiss. Perhaps deciding that you like her personality is why your resistance crumbled so spectacularly. You just pray that Elayna forgives and agrees with you.

Letting Nathraena do most of the work you still wanted to insure her own pleasure. Kneading and massaging her yabos with one hand, and caressing her upper and lower back muscles. You can feel them flex beneath your hands.

“I am… going to… seed you… Nathra…” Unable to get out Nathraena’s full name in between you grunts and her thrusts, she looks into your eyes and you can tell she heard and understood you. Evidently that is exactly what she wants as she continues. In addition, her feverish panting and coitus noises inspire the idea she is very close as well.

Nathraena sits back up, and your hands fall to her svelte and lithe hips. She begins rocking and grinding in three dimensions and that has you at the edge. What sends you over the edge is her sticking a slick finger up your sphincter and messaging your prostate. You would fail to hold back even if you wanted too.

Protrait of a Dark Elf by Nehym

Your own orgasm must have been what sent Nathraena over her own edge as her own orgasm explodes within her. Her body twitches and shakes as she is able to direct her thorax to fall back against your chest. Wrapping your hands around her, you steady her even as your own hips continue slamming your yogurt gun up into her yogurt gun holster.

Slowly you both bask in the afterglow of the shared massive orgasms you had. Rolling Nathraena over you kiss her fantabulous and perky mosquito bites. She coos her contentment as you latch onto her pink chewies such as a rug rat.

For the next ninety-one minutes Nathraena and you work each other into exhaustion. At this point, Djarrus had managed to tear himself away to start a small fire near the two of you.

The heat from it was surprisingly pleasurable in and of itself. The humidity in the cave had been deceptive, and the small but deep purple stream was sucked up any heat above room territory.

With a coltish smile, Nathraena wraps the cloak’s edges up and around the two of you. At that time, she noticed a small pile of cloths and gear where the vial of water was.

“What is that?” Nathraena asks you.

“After you passed out, I heard-uummm…” You are unsure of what to say when you see the vial missing and in its place clothing and a small amount of supplies.

Honesty always worked wonders with Elayna, so you decide to follow the same path. “Eilistraee offered me a deal that helped us survive that fight. When I got here, I figured out that it is the water you wanted.

“Eilistraee mentioned that this particular small cavern has maintained its sanctity even amidst the land curse. That allowed her to take the vial and give it to your sister, Malril.”

      *“Cretin! I gave you a perfect opportunity to insure Nathraena continues
      to help with your own mission. By completing the mission for her
      she would have felt indebted to you. But you had to throw all that
      away.

Despite the mental berating, a coltish smile returns to Nathraena as she kisses you for an extended period of time. “While I suspect that Eilistraee disapproves of your honesty; I find it very satisfying in a partner.”

Speaking in a slightly louder voice, as if talking to someone else, “Thank you goddess. I know what I said before but I was obviously wrong. Furthermore, I do know better than to go against the will of my own goddess.”

      *“umph... At least, one of you knows better.”*

You decide you like the sound of Nathraena giggling as much as Elayna, which she does in response to Eilistraee. It seems obvious to you that Eilistraee enlivens a different kind of relationship with her faithful.

Pulling an uncharacteristically fine, soft, and smooth wool blanket out of the pile, Nathraena uses it to cover you both. She even lets you use some of her cloths as a pillow, while she feels content to use your pecs.