Shadowheart waited a minute before approaching Lae'zel. This was not only to hide the fact that she had been spying, but also to give herself some time to recover. Her orgasm had been quite intense, after all. However, once she was fully composed, she strolled into the clearing. Lae'zel was still quite weak from the poison, though she had managed to sit herself up.
"Well, well, well," Shadowheart teased, circling around to the githyanki's front. "It looks like you had a rougher landing than I did. Don't tell me you lost your first fight without my help."
"It will be the last time an istik bests me," she growled back, her eyes filled with annoyance and shame. "They do not fight with honor on this plane."
"It seems they are not honorable in victory, either!" Shadowheart was having too much fun with this. "Judging from the spit on your face and the pool beneath your legs, you took more than just a beating!"
"It was a simple transaction," Lae'zel said plainly, finally gathering enough strength to wipe the spit off her cheek. "I was clumsy enough to be disarmed, and he was rewarded with his prize. The githyanki are not foolish like the other races, who imbue sexual victory with emotion. We are stronger than that!"
"I bet it was an evolved trait," Shadowheart countered. "After all, the gith do spend a lot of time on their backs!"
Lae'zel glared, but said nothing. Slowly, she was able to flex her muscles back into use. Standing up, she fixed her armor and retrieved her blade. Shadowheart had considered taking the weapon away from her, but thought better of it. She still needed someone to watch her back, after all, so she'd have to suffer the risk of being stabbed in it.
"I assume by your being here that you wish to continue our alliance?" Lae'zel asked, to which the half-elf nodded. "I concur. You have proven yourself more useful than most of your race, a fitting companion for a warrior such as myself."
"I'm flattered..."
"Our first mission should be to find more of my people," she continued. "Protocol dictates that every crèche have a zaith'isk, the only device that can purge our bodies of these tadpoles."
"Well, getting these things out of my brain certainly seems like a good idea," Shadowheart agreed nervously. She was hesitant to go anywhere near a crèche with this artifact on her person. If they found out, the bastards would kill her without hesitation. However, she also knew better than to try to talk a gith out of anything. Better to bide her time and cross that bridge when she got there.
"Then it is settled!" Cleaning that last of the tiefling's cum off her thigh, she began walking into the forest. "Come. Time is our enemy, and we would be fools to stall any longer."
"You really are a joy to travel with," Shadowheart sighed sarcastically, nonetheless following the warrior.
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