The Game

The armoured treads of the elf’s sabatons were a steady, dull metallic crunch as she wound her way through the underground grotto. Meliana of the Autumn Veil, bounty hunter, monster killer and exiled bastard heir of Tel Minnor, was very well acquainted with the crowded, gloomy space - once a smuggler’s hold, then a hidden tavern during the prohibition years, and now a meeting place for those looking to trade gold for skills better kept out of the merchant sun.

She took a right, avoiding the eastern caverns where Darjvok the Humourless ran his illicit spice den, and headed directly for the back caverns. One man ruled over the Grotto, and she wasn’t one to try and rub elbows with other killers. One never knew when a grin was simply hiding a blade for when your back was turned in a place like this.

Meliana reached the iron-clad door and pounded on it with her fist until a small viewport slid aside.

“‘Oos it then?” came the craggly voice of the watchkeeper.

“Open the door, Djerek,” Meliana growled quietly. “Before I open it myself.”

“Ah, yes, Mistress,” Djerek grovelled from the other side of the door. “Right away, Mistress.”

The viewport clanged shut, and several loud locks were turned with heavy chunks before the door opened. The elven beauty swept by the decrepit homunculus, its twisted form no longer even an odd curiosity to her. It was the same obsequious, snivelling thing every time.

She strode confidently down the single, dark corridor, unneeding of torchlight with her elven eyes illuminating the darkness. The walls were riddled with doors, some spaced out enough that an entire ballroom could be held behind them, others so close that they couldn’t be more than the width of the doors themselves. She’d only ever seen behind a few of them and wasn’t curious enough to stop and check if any were locked.

“Ah, Lady Meliana,” Stellan Icepick said as she entered his audience chamber at the end of the corridor. “I assume this means that you’ve… completed the previously requested task?”

Stellan was a man feared by many, both for his appetites and the dangerous information that he gathered and sifted through like a successful prospector seeking gold in a muddy river. He was tall, and pale, his sharply aristocratic features almost elven in their unearthly beauty. His perfectly arranged black hair was long and hung down over his shoulders. He wore a ring on every finger, and his jacket was of red velvet accented with thread of gold while his boots and belt were made of basilisk skin.

The wine glass he held aloft, as usual, was half-filled with blood. Because Stellan was a Vampire.

“I finished the job as requested,” Meliana said, removing the orange veil she wore over the lower half of her face when dealing with anyone she didn’t trust. It had taken time for that trust to build between the killer and the information broker, but after decades of successful transactions, build it had. “The princeling is dead, and none suspect that it was anything other than a tragic accident.”

“Ah, good,” Stellan said, his smile growing wide. “The clients will be very pleased indeed. Payment handled as usual, I presume?”

“I need some of it in a diamond, at least 500 gold in value, but otherwise yes,” Meliana said. Stellan would arrange for the transfer of the funds into a series of accounts she held in banks across the Eastwedge Coast, far out of reach of the royal family that had disposed of her years before. Accounts that would one day fund the downfall of an empire.

“It shouldn’t take too much time to acquire the diamond,” the vampire said with an easy smirk. “A day at most. Where are you staying? I’ll have it delivered.”

It was Meliana’s turn to smirk - she trusted Stellan, but not that much. It was an old game he liked to play - if he found out where she was staying, he would charge an exorbitant fee for releasing the information to one of the upstart bounty hunters who had heard of the price on her head. He knew it would never come to anything, and helped clean out the lower echelons of the profession before the city got rife with unprofessional idiots forcing prices down.

“Have it delivered to the Temple of Confidence,” Meliana said. “I can pick it up there.”

“As you say,” he replied with a dismissive wave, as if finding a gem like that was so easy anyone could do it. “Now, I do have another job in your price range if you’re interested?”

Meliana hesitated but then shook her head. “I’m leaving the city on another matter,” she said. “I’ll be gone a month or more, most likely.”

“Heading west?” Stellan asked. “I hear the summer heat isn’t so bad out west this year.”

“South,” Meliana said.

Stellan frowned. “You can’t mean to head to the front, Meliana. Not even you are that careless.”

“Things need doing, Icepick,” Meliana replied with a shrug. “I leave with my band in two days.”

“Ah, well then, if you see the Dark Lord give him my regards - his little war has kept me very busy,” Stellan smirked.

He had no idea that Meliana fully intended to offer that message in person. The Dark Lord’s war on the lands of civilisation had gone on too long.

Meliana narrowed her eyes as she looked Stellan up and down, and then she raised one elegant eyebrow. “This may be the last time we see each other, Stellan,” she said. “Would you like to fuck?”

I blinked, taken a little off guard, as I looked across the table at Melissa. Her character Meliana had been getting the occasional ‘solo scene’ on Game Nights just like the others in the party - the group liked to have their secrets to reveal or discover. Meliana moonlighting as a bounty hunter, monster killer and occasional assassin was one of three subplots going on in the current campaign. The solo scenes also gave time for the rest of the party to have some fun as well - the sounds of the party ‘carousing’ at their favourite local tavern out in the living room while we played in the Game Room sounded like the three-guy two-girl pre-journey celebration was going strong. I’d been expecting that Meliana, after getting her payment from Stellan, would have gone to join the festivities while I called out Jack, whose character Oscar the Bald needed to have his own solo scene as he chased the title of Master in his order of monks so that he could wield the Spear of the Tempest.

“Why, Lady Meliana,” Stellan said, raising his own eyebrows. “All these years working together, and now you get sentimental on me?”

“What can I say,” Meliana smirked. “You’ve always been pretty. Maybe I want something to remember you by while I’m trudging through the Godforsaken wilds.”

Melissa began unbuttoning her blouse, grinning at me. “Meliana starts unbuckling her breastplate, keeping eye contact with Stellan, and once she sets the mithril plate down she pulls off her undertunic, baring herself to him.” Mel shrugged out of her shirt, not having worn a bra underneath, showing off her tits. I’d seen them hundreds of times and played with them almost as many. This was the first time I’d ever consciously compared them to someone else, let alone her daughter. They were bigger than Rhia’s, though not by that much, and had a bulky heft to them that she’d carried ever since she’d gotten pregnant.

Mel had become a MILF early, and her body had adapted like she’d been born to play the role.

“Well, for a lady as lovely as yourself, and with our history?” I said, affecting Stellans aristocratic tone. “How could I say no?”

We stripped, Melissa taking the lead in the roleplay since Meliana was the aggressor in the situation, and soon she was straddling me in my DM’s seat, slowly rocking her hips as she rode my cock and fed me her nipples. Her grin was lascivious but her eyes were joyous.

“Everything OK?” I asked her, breaking character to do a check-in. The sex was good, but the circumstances said something was up.

“Yeah,” she said, letting Meliana slip away for a moment as she settled on my cock and hugged her arms around my shoulders. “I just-” She didn’t finish her sentence. Then she pulled back from the hug so she could look into my eyes for a moment, and then kissed me sweetly before her Meliana persona came back up with an arrogant smirk. “I could be persuaded, I think, to let you have a bite,” she said. “But it will cost you, Stellan.”

“Mmm,” Stellan groaned, running his cold hands up her sides and cupping her tits. “And what would a delightful addition like that cost me?”

“The location of the Witchmount Aerie,” Meliana whispered in his ear. “And any rumours about how to get up there.”

I raised my eyebrows, surprised that she’d reveal that information to him and quickly calculated in my head if Stellan even had any concrete information. Mel knew what she was doing though, squeezing her Kegels as she rode me slowly and dragging one of my hands from her breast and back to her ass.

“A true bite,” Stellan negotiated as he grabbed the elf's plump-but-muscled ass. “A proper draw. I want to taste you, Meliana, and you know what that means.”

“We’ll be connected for a time,” Mel said. “I know. I’m OK with it.”

“I have a map in my possession that should bring you to the head of a trail,” Stellan murmured, kissing and smelling his way down her neck to her clavicle and then back up as if finding the most tender point for him to pierce her pristine flesh with his teeth. “That trail should lead you about two-thirds of the way up the Witchmount to a cave, and through that cave you should find the aerie. What you will find there I can’t tell you.”

“Good enough,” she said. “Now drink your fill, Stellan, but remember that if you turn me you’ll be as bound to me as I would be to you - you’d have to finally trust someone completely.”

“You naughty bitch,” Stellan chuckled.

I bit the side of Melissa’s neck lightly as she continued to ride me, signalling that Stellan was sucking her blood. She moaned, playing into the fantasy.

When it was over, and she was grinning as she dismounted from my wilting cock with my cum inside her, I still wasn’t sure if she’d done that more for her, or for Meliana.

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