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* * * * * In the small room in a cave near the Clawrift bathed in a soft blue glow, Jarlaxle found himself completely transfixed by the exotic human woman he currently held captive. Her thick mane of auburn hair and full soft features were completely opposite to any drow female, and yet this woman was a warrior, the muscles on her body honed and sculpted unlike those of the few other human women he’d encountered. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her hair and let them run gently over her face instead. Her pale skin felt divinely soft and he delighted in running his fingers along her cheek, across her chin and over her pink lips. Catti-brie inhaled sharply at this intimate contact causing Jarlaxle to pull his fingers back sharply as if he’d been burned. * * * * * * Catti-brie eyed Jarlaxle warily. The mercenary had been talking about Drizzt when he’d seemingly lost his train of thought and started combing his fingers through her hair. There was something different about this dark elf she thought. Not in the same way Drizzt was different. Jarlaxle was not guided by morals, but neither did he seem guided by blind hatred, or blind servitude to Lloth. He wasn’t hard on the eyes either, despite all the jewelry. When he touched her skin, a pleasant fluttery feeling coursed up through her belly, and when those bejeweled fingers ran across her lips Cat realized she wasn’t breathing and inhaled sharply. * * * * * * Jarlaxle’s eyes flew upward to meet hers and as he pulled his hand back he thought hard to remember what his purpose had been in coming to this chamber. He had come for a reason he was sure, in fact, he could swear he had been talking about something but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what. All he could think about was how nice it would be to taste her full lips, and her skin. Did humans taste different from Drow he wondered? ‘Gods she’s staring at me,’ he thought, ‘she’s waiting for me to finish. I’m in charge here, I have to do something, and I can’t just stand here staring back at her.’ And so Jarlaxle did the only thing he could think of at that awful moment, he swept his hat off his head, pulled her close and kissed her whole heartedly. There was a moment where Cat was too shocked to react, and then her hands came up to his chest to push him away. Jarlaxle thought he’d recover by bowing, turning on his heel and sweeping out of the room in grand fashion, but to his great surprise the hands on his chest seemed to change their mind and rather than push him away, they undid the fastenings on his cape and pushed it to the floor. * * * * * * ‘Nine hells!! He’s kissing me!’ thought a very startled Catti-brie. Automatically her hands went up to push him away, but for some reason she checked that impulse. He had one strong arm around her waist, while the other hand held her chin gently. He seemed to be inhaling her as he kissed her, his tongue probing and drinking at the same time. Cat didn’t think she’d ever been so desperately kissed before and suddenly she was curious to know what else this eccentric elf had to offer. She had felt so alone since Wulfgar had died. No one had touched her since returning to the mines, and each of the remaining companions had practically tripped over themselves avoiding each other. Until this moment she hadn’t realized how important physical contact had become to her, how important Wulfgar’s touch had been. With a pang she realized just how long it had been since she’d felt that pleasant tingle of arousal that Jarlaxle’s kiss was sending through her body, and so, against her better judgment, she pushed his cape onto the floor, and returned his kiss full force. * * * * * * Thinking a prayer of thanks to whatever gods might be responsible, Jarlaxle threw his hat across the room and embraced the human woman fully. He slid the hand that was holding her face down to squeeze one of her breasts eliciting a low groan from his captive. Her hands were busy exploring the well defined muscles of his stomach sending the same flutters through his belly that his touch had sent through hers. Wanting to take full advantage before she changed her mind, Jarlaxle slid both hands underneath her chemise, and promptly slid it over her head, sending it the same way as his hat. * * * * * * As her shirt was flying across the room, Cat was relieving Jarlaxle of his short vest. She ran her thumbs over his nipples and was surprised to discover a metal rod drilled through the right one. She put more force behind the thumb caressing this nipple, sending a shudder of pure pleasure down Jarlaxle’s spine. He nibbled quite hard on one of her ears before kissing a trail down her neck to suckle one of her nipples. His fingers weren’t long finding the strings on her breaches, and before she knew it, Catti-brie was naked. He continued his line of kisses and nibbles from her breasts to her stomach, and then he was kneeling before her, worshiping her thighs. He combed his fingers through her pubic hair in much the same way as he had done to the hair on her head, and Cat had to dig her nails into his shoulders to keep her balance when ran his tongue over her most intimate area. Using his hands to support the backs of her thighs, Jarlaxle began gently lapping at the folds of her sex. When he’d pulled several heartfelt moans from her, he stood up and took both of her hands in his and looked directly into her clear blue eyes. He was gratified to see the fires of desire which burned there, and he said nothing as he lead her to the corner of the room where lay an enormous black fur rug he’d pilfered from a doomed house, (which had no doubt spent a considerable fortune to own such a piece.) He kneeled down, pulling Cat down with him, and pushed her onto her back. He eased himself over her, again kissing, nibbling, now licking and biting his way down to her thighs. This time he attacked her core with renewed fervor, biting, licking, pausing to blow and stroke softly from time to time. He probed her with his fingers and brought her to the brink of orgasm without letting her climax. Catti-brie had never experienced such sensations. It had never been this good when Wulfgar had given her the same treatment. But Wulfgar had been young, and Jarlaxle was… ‘Just how old is Jarlaxle?’ Cat mused, how many centuries has he had to perfect the art of bringing such pleasure to the female form. ‘He probably knows more about my body than I do!’ Jarlaxle was on his knees drinking in her sent, and her salty flavor. It occurred to him that this may well be the first woman he’d bedded who wouldn’t have been equally happy chopping him up into little pieces. He smiled at the thought and thrust his fingers deeper into Catti-brie, basking in the feel of her soft writhing body, and her moans and whimpers of pleasure. He was thoroughly enjoying the sounds she was making. He was playing a teasing game, bringing her close to the edge of orgasm and then subsiding, getting her wetter and wetter each time, not to mention driving her crazy. She had been gently running her fingers over his shoulders and head, and now he felt her fingers and body tense as she reached her limit and succumbed to his ministrations. A wonderfully sexy primal cry escaped her lips and Jarlaxle lapped gratefully at her juices. He reached down and undid his own breeches as he slithered up her body, pushing open her thighs as he went. * * * * * * She could feel his hard on through his pants against her thighs as he climbed onto her. I can’t take anymore of this she thought, I can’t possibly take anymore, but he was on her, and then he was inside her. She could feel his nipple ring rubbing against her breasts, his breath was so heavy and he moaned with each thrust, an aching sort of moaning that aroused her even more. He was very pleasantly endowed, filling her completely, and Cat figured it wouldn’t be long before he gave her another orgasm. With a start, she realized the implications of allowing this elf to continue on his current path, pleasant as it was, and she put both hands on his hips and extracted him from her. She smirked at his gasp of disbelief and rolled him onto his back. * * * * * * Jarlaxle was genuinely disappointed when Catti-brie slid out from underneath him, but he was quickly placated. Now it was she who knelt over his waist and took his throbbing member in her mouth, stroking and sucking it beautifully. This was a new experience for Jarlaxle as even if one had wanted to Jarlaxle would never have let this sensitive part of his body anywhere near the teeth of a drow female. Catti-brie however he trusted not to do anything too twisted. It wasn’t long before the combined sensations of the rug on his back and the ever increasing pace of Catti-brie’s sucking brought Jarlaxle to seek release. He yelled something in drow that Cat did not understand until she tasted the explosion in her mouth, she went to move away but found Jarlaxle’s hand on her head, holding her in place while he continued to spend in her mouth. Better than in my womb thought Cat and she drank deeply of him, thinking she’d had worse Dwarven ale. “Oh dear and beautiful lady!” Jarlaxle gasped in the common tongue as his spasms subsided. He reached down and pulled her up to eye level. He grinned and stroked her cheek, planting delicate kisses over her face whispering little endearments praising her beauty. Cat grinned back and laid her head on his strong chest, listening to his heartbeat, relaxing into his embrace. Not surprisingly, he stroked her hair as they lay there, and Cat gently scraped her nails over his body. She thought of all the times she had lain with Wulfgar like this, and about how different Jarlaxle’s physique was to his. So much smaller, closer to her own form, with skin that contrasted completely with hers. Like Drizzt. No, taller than Drizzt she thought looking down at his long legs. Jarlaxle had not taken his breeches or his boots off during their love making, and Cat now saw the hilt of a dagger protruding from the cuff of his left boot. The reality of her situation came flooding back at the sight of the weapon, and with it came the realization that Jarlaxle’s breathing had become very even and rhythmic. ‘He’s asleep!’ Holding her breath, Cat very slowly shifted until she was lying on top of him. He moaned a little, but didn’t wake. She then rose so that she was straddling him. ‘Please don’t wake up please don’t wake up’ she silently pleaded. Sitting atop him, she reached behind her and firmly grasped the hilt of the dagger. Taking a deep breath to give herself strength, she pulled the dagger from its sheath. Jarlaxle’s eyes flew open as soon as the dagger left his boot, but Cat was the quicker and she held it to his throat. “Now” she said, “me thinks you’ll be telling me where Drizzt is if ye be valuin’ that pretty neck o’ yers.” Jarlaxle just grinned. Maybe she’s not so different from a drow female after all.
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