Chapter 2

Zaphyra slammed a second gold coin down on the reception desk. “Come on!” she shouted at the Innkeeper, “I guarantee, she’s harmless.” she was glaring daggers at the old woman behind the desk. “Or are you just THAT scared of things you don’t know?” Then she pulled out the ace. “You town mage, Salarann didn’t have a problem giving us room and board last night!”

“Ha!” spat the old woman. “That old fool would probably die in his sleep and still think he was alive the next morning!” she slammed her hand over the gold coins and pushed them back to Zaphyra. “No Demihumans!” she spat, No Dwarfs, Orcs, Ogres, or Elves! Not Wood, High OR Drow, Period!”

“Fine!” spat Zaphyra, and took her coins. “Let’s go,” she called to her brother and Morwen. They left the Inn in a huff and headed toward the stable. “I bet the stableman will give us a stall for the night,” she said as they headed for the edge of the village.

“One gold coin,” said the stable master. “All the water you can drink, I’ll bring you a loaf of bread and some cheese, and one of you has to help corral the wild horses in the Southern range tonight.”

Zaphyra shrugged, “I’ll do it.” she sighed. “My brother is too clumsy to handle mounts. It’s why we walk most places.” Garuk shot her a withering glare but said nothing. The stable master nodded and told her to meet him a sunset at the south gate. Zaphyra settled in and shut her eyes.

As she was drifting off to sleep she ordered Garuk, “Watch over her, I don’t want to have to kill you when I wake up,” Then she was out. The day passed and Garuk brought other food back to the stable for Morwen to try, along with some spirits. A tankard of Dwarven bitters, a skin of mulled wine, and a small bottle of Fae Wine, an older Elvish ferment.

Garuk explained the world around them to the best of his ability, even tried to explain magic to her, but failed. HE did however find that the tavern mistress had an old clerical spell book, which she gave him for a silver coin. He told Morwen that these were general spells any cleric could use, but she would need a Drow spell book to find the specialized ones.

She recognized the Sacred Flame spell. Garuk had been right, it was nothing malevolent. It was what they called a “Cantrip.” a minor bit of illusionary magic. Kind of like the escape tricks the magicians of Earth used to use. She blushed when she came across “Control Water,” her primal mind had taken over with that one, and her slutty nature showed through brightly.

When Zaphyra awoke, she found them sitting and playing card games, laughing and joking. It pleased her to know that they had gone beyond any animosity, and were getting on well. She didn’t know the game they were playing, and Morwen explained it was from her world, and called, Go Fish.

Morwen explained that each player gets five cards. The remaining cards are placed between the players face down. The player opposite the dealer begins by asking for a card they may need to finish their combination. You want either a run of four cards, say jack, queen, king, or ace. Or four of a kind. For example, “Garuk, do you have any fives?” If so, he hands it over, and Morwen discards one card.

If Not then Garuk tells Morwen to “Go Fish,” Morwen either keeps the drawn card and discards one, or discards the drawn card until someone finishes their hand and can show their run or combination and discard their fifth card. They continued to play while snacking on leftover bread and cheese.

As the sun began to set, Zaphyra told her companions that she had to get going and help the stable master. But she grabbed Garuk by his tunic and pulled him to his feet. “I’m warning you, Brother,” her voice menacing. “I see you are getting along, but if you hurt her,” then coughed and looked him square in the eyes, “Or if SHE agrees to your advances and you get her in a family way, I will kill you.”

She reached down and drew a single nail up along his abs to his chest, I will disembowel you and feast on your entrails at your funeral,” Then she put him down. She knelt by Morwen and smiled, then kissed her cheek.

“Feel free to use my Brother for whatever you need,” then she moved in very close and whispered. “He does have a massive cattle prod,” she suppressed a chuckle, “If you wait for him to fall asleep, he’ll never know you mounted him,” Zaphyra winked, then left on her mission.

Later that night, Garuk got up and moved to the far corner of the stable and faced the outer stable wall. He lifted his loin cloth and began to relieve himself. “She’s right you know,” he said, absently. “It is pretty impressive,” then he chuckled. “She isn’t as stealthy as she thinks,” he turned his head to Morwen and grinned.

“I only pretend to be asleep,” he admitted. “Despite her size, she’s a tight one,” he grunted, then shook himself off. “Hard to stay asleep when she’s squeezing the life out of my manhood,” Still looking at Morwen, he asked. “Want to see?” Morwen shrugged at first, then nodded.

Garuk turned to face Morwen and exposed an enormous slab of meat hanging between his legs. She noted that his loincloth had some sort of strap that held him up so it didn’t swing freely when he walked. The appendage was full two hands long and as thick as the baguette from Salarann’s kitchen. Morwen unconsciously licked her lips. Old habits flared to life.

Garuk was both surprised and thrilled when Morwen began to crawl toward him. Her focus was solely on his manhood. She sniffed at it as she came closer, it was beginning to harden. The shaft was thick and veiny and a thick foreskin covered his glans, which had begun to peel back as he became erect.

She reached up and stroked his shaft, pulling the foreskin back, exposing a bulbous red glans that dripped precum. His musk was so much stronger once the head was exposed, and a layer of musky-smelling residue ringed the bottom of the glans.

Morwen wiped the thick, greasy residue away and stuck out her pale blue tongue to lick at the urethra and taste his precum. It was salty and bitter, but she’d tasted worse. Without warning, her mouth enveloped the glans and began taking the shaft down her throat. Garuk gasped and his knees nearly buckled.

Morwen swallowed the majority of his cock, then gagged once bend her head back, and took the rest. Her chin now rested on his hairy balls, and her nose nestled in his musky pubes. She gulped and began sucking, pulling back to the underside of his glans before swallowing him again.

“By Gruumsh’s Balls woman!” Garuk exclaimed, “Where did you learn to do that?” Instead of answering, Morwen reached a hand under and began massaging his balls. A few moments later Garuk growled and sprayed rope after rope of hit seed deep into Morwen’s throat. She drank down all of his semen. Her new body automatically knew to breathe slowly and shallowly when her airway was blocked.

When she released his member, it was still rock hard, red, and swollen. The veins along the shaft pulsed with blood and Garuk was panting through his teeth. “You must allow me to mount you!” he growled, and Morwen grinned, stood up, and quickly stripped naked.

She stood before him, her obsidian skin shining in the lamplight. Morwen spun on her heels once, then dropped to her knees, backside facing him. “In my ass,” Morwen ordered. Garuk looked shocked for a moment. “You heard Zaphyra,” she purred. “ I can’t get pregnant in this hole, and it’s tighter than the other one, for sure.”

Garuk nodded and dropped to his knees behind her. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pointed his massive cock at her puckered anus. Morwen’s hand came up to cover her pussy as Garuk strove to enter her tight back door. With a shove and a grunt, his pole broke through her sphincter and began to sink into her dark depths. A Gurgling sound came from her throat that was part scream and part purr.

Garuk suddenly felt himself being pulled in deeper, yet he wasn’t thrusting. Morwen had been forcing herself back onto him, and her ass was pulsing and clenching until it could go no deeper. It felt like her innards were milking his cock. The feeling was unbelievable.

Then he felt something was wrong. He could no longer move his body. His muscles wouldn’t respond. It was plain that Morwen had gotten so turned on that she unintentionally cast a spell, but he couldn’t counter it. He had to stay calm, he was a warrior after all.

Morwen began panting, and hissing. Her insides pulsated along his shaft, drawing from his balls, demanding his seed. She suddenly felt in control. She hadn’t felt like this in her other life. Men had used her. She couldn’t say she disliked it, but now? Now the feeling of total control over this man made her giddy. “Mine!” she cried out in a raspy voice that didn’t sound like her. “Your seed is mine!”

Morwen felt Garuk tense in her control when he heard her words. His cock exploded inside of her and it felt like she was pulling it out of him, rather than him ejaculating into her. “Yes!” Morwen cried, as her body moved forward then shoved back with each spurt from his cock.

He was cumming more than ever, it was beginning to hurt. Morwen was laughing maniacally. “Please Stop!” Garuk cried out. “Morwen, I can’t take anymore!” his voice was hoarse and he began to tear up. “Please! Release me! Morwen!” She wasn’t stopping, she continued to pull the life force from him.

That was when Garuk resorted to something he hoped would stop her. “Please Stop, Please Connie! Don’t hurt me anymore!” The pulling stopped. There was a tight squeeze then the magic holding him vanished, and she moved off of his cock. Morwen moved away, sat down, and looked over at him.

“Garuk!” she cried, “My God, I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s OK dear,” he said breathlessly. “Most intense tumble I’ve ever had with a woman.” then he laughed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be that hungry, or that experienced.”

They lay upon the straw for a long while, stark naked and fluids leaking from their bodies onto the straw beds. Morwen wasn’t sure how long they’d lay there, but Zaphyra suddenly came in.

“Well, well, well,” she said, standing imperiously over them, fists on hips and a huge grin on her face. “It seems tiny Morwen exhausted my inexhaustible Big Brother,” then she began to chuckle.

Garuk rose to the insult, and proclaimed, “No! I can still...” but his protest was cut short.

“You couldn’t fuck a paper satchel right now,” Zaphyra observed. “Your dick looks like a boiled eel,” She looked over at Morwen. “I’ve never known anyone to willingly take my Brother in their rear,” then she leaned over Morwen, “Brilliant was to stay chaste, I’d say. I’m impressed.”

She leaned in and kissed Morwen deeply. “I hope you aren’t too tired to help me out tonight,” A grin spread over Morwen’s face. It was one of sly malevolence, that made Zaphyra back away. It was the eyes and the teeth of the Drow that made it look that way.

“I learned something today,” Morwen announced. “With Garuk’s help.” She sat up quickly and raised her arms high. “Take off your clothes Zaphyra,” Morwen demanded, and Zaphyra complied. Morwen was still in awe of her new friend and lover’s body. Morwen whispered something that came out in under-common. “kertest udossta kheln xuil l’wrmth d’l’olath wargerr!”

A torrent of water appeared and enveloped each of them without drenching the straw or touching any other part of the stable. The water was at Human body temperature and scrubbed them outside and then inside. Zaphyra sighed as the tendrils entered her orifices. She didn’t miss the fact that Garuk seemed to enjoy having a jet of water penetrate his rump. She’d remember that.

“What was that?” Zaphyra asked. Morwen responded that she’d learned to use the Control water spell and was even able to warm the water. Zaphyra smiled, impressed, and told Morwen they needed to explore that spell more another time. This time Morwen didn’t blush, but smiled a feral smile.

Refreshed, they all sat and ate the remains of their food for the night, and bedded down. Zaphyra snuggled Morwen as usual and asked. “So what else did you learn?” Not answering verbally, Morwen spoke a single word and Zaphyra jerked suddenly, her body stiffening. She clamped her legs together.

Her nipples and her clit felt like they were on fire. The radiance slowly rose through Zaphyra’s birth canal until it splashed with increased heat and force against her cervix. Zaphyra nearly cried out as her orgasm hit, but held her tongue. “I learned to control my Sacred Flame,” Morwen giggled, quietly.

The next morning, Garuk made the round of the shops in the village and bought enough supplies for the edge of the Savage Frontier. There they would resupply at a trading post and head into Waterdeep. They would spend some time in the coast city, before traveling on to the Moonshaes and home.

The trio hiked along the trail toward their first rest stop. Morwen felt rather energized, except for the discomfort she felt from the bright sun, and the hood covering her head. Garuk had explained that Drow was averse to sunlight, but he knew of at least one that had acclimated after a while.

About midday, they happened upon a rather impressive stone building, with a hearty-looking wooden roof. Its three-story facade was punctuated by a red brick chimney that tapered as it climbed the side of the building. Zaphyra screamed “Ha! I knew I recognized this area of the wood!” Her companions just stared at her, nonplussed. Zaphyra slapped them both on the back and herded them toward the structure. “It’s Ootha’s place!” she announced. Morwen took that chance to ask for clarification.