Shadowheart Submits

Shadowheart tried to protest, tried to resist, tried to think of some witty retort. However, her mouth was dry, and no words escaped her throat.

She had never before felt such intense and immediate lust. Looking up at the angry githyanki woman, who stared down with such contempt, was driving her wild. Worse still, from this position, Shadowheart could see right up the skirt of her armor. Her muscled green thighs. The bottom of her toned ass cheeks. Her panty-covered sex. The half-elf squirmed on the fleshy ground of the nautiloid, her skin growing even hotter than the airs of Avernus.

"Well?" Lae'zel demanded. "We do not have time for delays, istik! Are you getting up or not?"

"...please..." It was unclear what the cleric was begging for. Regardless, to a githyanki, it was a clear admission of defeat.

"Pathetic," the warrior growled, sheathing her sword. "It is a wonder your kind even survives to adulthood. It seems there is only one good use for you." Lae'zel stepped forward, now directly over the half elf's head. Then, she casually dropped to her knees.

"W-what are you doing?!" Shadowheart squeaked in surprise. With a green, muscled leg on either side of her, Lae'zel's cunt was now just inches from her face.

"Quiet, fool!" The githyanki snarled. "Whatever those _ghaik _did to me, it has made my neck sweat and my hairs stand on end. I am incredibly aroused, and such carnal thoughts are a distraction. If they slow my sword by even half a second, it could mean my demise."

Reaching down, she pulled aside her panties. Shadowheart's eyes went wide as the gith's sex was revealed. It was indeed dripping wet, a few drops raining down on her cheeks. Despite her dark green folds, she could see a flash of pink inside.

However, Shadowheart was not given long to admire it. Lae'zel soon sat down, smashing her cunt against the helpless cleric's lips. She let out a muffled yelp of surprise, her vision also blocked by the stronger woman's ass. Her body continued to squirm under the powerful woman, though Lae'zel did not budge an inch. The intense aroma of sweat and arousal filled Shadowheart's nose, acting like pheromones to the already turned on half-elf.

She did not need instruction from Lae'zel. Resigned to a fate she more or less welcomed, Shadowheart began lapping at the cunt above her. The proud githyanki warrior groaned at her touch, a small victory for the defeated cleric. She possessed quite the talented tongue, after all. She knew that acolytes of Shar were made to serve the Dark Justiciars. She was sure her training had been no different. While the memories were gone, the experience remained.

Lae'zel continued to moan as she grinded against the half-elf's face. It seemed she had been just as aroused as Shadowheart. While the cleric ate out her pussy, streams of the gith's juices poured past her lips and down her cheeks. The warrior was sopping wet yet on fire, her illithid infused mind begging for release.

"We have a word for people like you," Lae'zel taunted, her dominance over the cleric just as arousing as being serviced. "Is'tark. Coward in your tongue. Those whose usefulness, if they have any, is in service to the strong. Many are used as target practice. Others fed to the dragons. You should feel fortunate for my kindness. That I only use your body for pleasure is a great mercy."

Shadowheart did indeed feel fortunate. Her head practically crushed between Lae'zel's thighs, her tongue buried in the gith's quim, she felt right at home. She wanted to go down on her until her tongue was raw. She squirmed under her weight, only wishing she could finger her own sopping sex. Yet she knew her new mistress would disapprove, and so stayed her hand. She would wait forever if she was asked to.

However, Lae'zel did not have that kind of time. Efficient more than anything else, she made no effort to drag things out. Soon her body tightened up, her legs clenched together, and an orgasm washed over her body. Shadowheart felt like her head was in a vice, crushed by the powerful thighs of the gith warrior. It was painful... and yet, the half elf eagerly kept licking throughout the climax, wanting nothing more than to maximize Lae'zel's pleasure.

The gith's groans grew louder as the orgasm intensified. The tadpoles squirmed inside both of their heads, amplifying all sensations and sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. The usually gruff Lae'zel found her voice becoming high pitched and feminine, moaning like a bitch in heat. Even as the climax wound down, the warrior found herself panting and gasping for air. She even had to lean on Shadowheart's chest for support.

Almost a minute passed where neither woman said a word. Lae'zel caught her breath, finding strength as she emerged from the cloud of hormones that had engulfed her. Shadowheart, meanwhile, continued to lay under the warrior. Untouched and with the gith's soaked cunt still pressed agaisnt her face, her arousal only grew. Thus, when Lae'zel finally stood up, the half elf whimpered with disappointment.

"W-what now?" She asked, her voice nervous and submissive. The gith did not respond, simply walking away from the cleric. "H-h-hey! Where are you going?"

"I still need to find the helm and get off this ship," she growled. "Unlike you, my story does not end here."

"N-no! No, please!" Shadowheart's voice was ****. Her lust filled mind could not imagine a world without the beautiful warrior. If she never felt her body again, if she never served her again, she was not sure what she would do."

Lae'zel, though, just turned up her nose. "You are is'tark," she simply said. "You are not worth my time. You are just dead weight."

"N-no, I could do more!" Shadowheart scrambled to her knees, tears forming in her eyes. "You could need more service! I would do whatever you needed. I could carry your bags or... or... heal your wounds! And if you ever needed more release, well...

"I would be yours."

Shadowheart was not sure whether it was her or the tadpole talking. It certainly did not sound like the words of a proud cleric of Shar. However, her goddess was not her primary concern right now. Serving her new mistress was all she could think about.