Chapter 5

A light breeze rose from the chasm. Down there, deep beneath her, the machine hummed, throbbing with magic – to what end Keyleth knew, but how, she had no idea. She felt its magic all the way here. She was standing on one of the galleries, about halfway into the pit, finally being able to walk the camp freely. She felt the guards stare and turned to face him. He blushed and avoided her gaze. Involuntarily, she smiled. She wasn’t used to the lustful gazes her new outfit invited, but there was amusement and power in it as well.

She raged when Thull brought it to her “I will not dress like a common whore in front of the entire camp!” she yelled.

“Keyleth” sighed Thull once again using her name “Ludinus Daleth wants me to kill you. You need to convince him, that you submitted to me.”

It was an odd admission thought Keyleth, they both still played the game, but not to win it anymore. By admitting the game’s existence, they admitted to playing for the play itself.

“Sure, I understand, but this?” scoffed Keyleth, raising the outfit. It consisted of a green silk bra with gold rimming, that was entirely too small for her, causing her bosom to push upward and almost spill out. With that, she got a loincloth of the same emerald green fabric attached to her waist by a golden chain. The cloth consisted of two flaps – the front one was just a narrow strap of silk covering her nethers and a little bit of her thighs as its end dangled down a couple of inches beneath her knees. The back flap was just a rectangular piece of cloth, barely sufficient to cover her butt. To this, she also got returned to her her crown of antlers and the mantle of the Tempest – the symbol of her rule in Zephrah they took from her after the battle. Was Thull mocking her? “It’s not much, I know,” said Thull “But it’s the only option you got. Unless you don’t want to just fly away.” Keyleth understood. It wasn’t mocking, it was a test. Thull gave her the things, she would want to find before leaving. She was testing to see if Keyleth would actually stay. She didn’t like the fact, that the idea of escape filled her with dread. She wanted to stay, for now.

“Besides,” said Thull, kneeling in front of Keyleth, giving her a gentle kiss on her sex “You will look so cute in it.” she smiled and stuck her mouth to Keyleth’s nethers making her moan softly, and grab her head to hold it in place.

Keyleth flushed. She shouldn’t be thinking about this now. The guards were close as Keyleth was in the middle of her afternoon stroll. She knew she shouldn’t think about Thull now, because she wouldn’t be able to control herself. And everyone was giving her those lustful looks already. They would love to have her, she knew. It was a new feeling for her ... and she enjoyed it, she enjoyed the power she had over them. She shook her head. No, she really shouldn’t think like that, she was no whore, she was the Tempest! And the only one who could fuck her like a whore was Thull. The realization made her blush again. She closed her eyes.

“Let me lead now,” said Thull as she intertwined her legs with Keyleth’s, inching their nethers closer to each other. She grabbed the back of Keyleth’s neck and inched even closer. They were both already glistening with sweat as Keyleth felt Thull’s heat approach her yearning pussy.

She shook her head again. No! She had to push these thoughts out or she will lose control completely. When did this happen? Was she always so insatiable and Thull merely awakened that side of her, or was she under some sort of influence? No, this was her, she knew it was just her. She repressed this side her whole life. So much so, that she even forgot it ever was there, but it was. She felt no shame, with Thull there was no reason to be ashamed.

“Oh, Thull, my Snowtops” Keyleth called her that, because of Thull’s white hair. She moaned as Thull kissed her neck passionately. Thull reclined, smiling, pushing her hips towards Keyleth’s. Their lips gently kissing, wetness on wetness, massaging each other with pleasure, giving and receiving at the same time.

Keyleth quickened her pace. If she continues to think about this the guards will soon notice her wetness dripping down her thighs. She turned the corner and emerged into a short hallway, carved into the rock – a dead end with many doors and many locks. Her mind raced as she felt her throbbing, pulsating arousal underneath the thin cloth. The hallway was empty and luckily it had a couple of rocky outcroppings, where she could hide. Se ran in, hiding in the shadows as she touched her wet, aroused pussy. She closed her eyes.

Thull continued to thrust into her, as they found their rhythm, even breathing as one, their bodies joined at the hips in a feverish tangle. This was no game, no fucking, hells this wasn’t even sex. They were making love. Love!

Keyleth opened her eyes. Footsteps approached, her heart racing, she knew there was nowhere to go. She stood in the dark corner in absolute silence, yet she didn’t stop playing with herself, she couldn’t. Two guards emerged and walked into the hallway. One a dwarf with piercing silver eyes and a long black beard, nicely trimmed and braided, resting on his broad chest, the other one a human, thin and scrawny, his dark eyes sunken deep into his skull. “But did you see those thighs?” asked the dwarf. “What I wouldn’t give for a chance to fuck her.” Keyleth was barely breathing, hiding in the shadows, masturbating furiously. Were they talking about her? Why did she wish they were? “Yeah and Thull would cut your member off.” said the human, his raspy voice confirming Keyleth’s suspicion. She almost let out a moan at that confirmation. “It would be worth it to die, man. Having just once fucked that flame-haired beauty.” exhaled the dwarf. “You need help.” the other guard shook his head, unlocking the big iron door before stepping in, followed by the dwarf, still musing about Keyleth’s thighs. Even before she heard the door close behind them she stuck two of her fingers into herself, using her other hand to massage her clit. Ecstasy was fast approaching. “Oh Snowtops,” she whispered as she came, shaking violently in her delightful convolutions. Once the fire subsided and the shakes left her, she licked her fingers and adjusted her bra. The cloth between her legs was visibly wet, but she just smiled and waved her hand to clean it instantly. It was nice to have her magic back. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled. It was the first time she used this spell for this ... but certainly not last. Making a couple of final adjustments, she stepped back into the hallway and walked on. She still wanted to walk around for a bit. Her bare feet felt nice on the rocks as she walked.

Stalagor stopped cleaning his chain shirt. He was working for a couple of years for the Ruby Vanguard and Ludinus Daleth. He was one of those who worked for money, not ideas, although he had one idea in his head for which he would work for free. He smiled. That flame-haired druid was something else. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. This has never happened to him, but it was understandable. They were stuck in this desert pit for months now, with no rotation, no opportunity to head into the city, nothing. And then, suddenly this read-haired half-elven beauty appeared. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for a chance with her! He felt himself getting hard and shook his head. He needs to clean his armor now. In the evening he was to dine with Daleth, probably because he was to get a raise, maybe even get the position of the old captain, that got killed when the flame-haired druid attacked. Once more the druid and her emerald green eyes and pale thighs appeared in his mind. He sighed, this was becoming too much, maybe he should try to avoid her for a bit, he needs to focus on his job not ... not her. He continued cleaning the individual chainrings, using all his will to ignore his rock-hard cock swelling in his pants.

Keyleth stood at the edge of a gallery. This one, quite low in the pit, overlooking the odd machine, Daleth built there. Her hands resting on the railing, she was bending over a little, to see the machine better. She tried to figure out how it worked and exactly what it did to free that god eater Thull mentioned. She would love to get closer, but there was feverish activity down there and she didn’t want to risk her privileges just yet. She could shapeshift into a beetle and get a good look that way, but she didn’t. Ludinus Daleth is an ancient wizard. He survived many wars (some of them even started) and he surely had some sort of protection around his precious machine. If her shapeshift was to, let’s say, get dispelled, reverting her form back into Keyleth, she would not only start a fight with the entire band of people down there but also alert Daleth to the fact, that she had access to her magic. That could cost her her life ... probably would cost Thull hers as well. The risk was too high so for now, she was satisfied with just watching. She also would love to find out where were Daleth’s private chambers – she already knew where the barracks were, but Daleth never even appeared up there. In fact, she saw him only once, at the bottom level checking something about the machine with his papers. If she founds out where his chambers are, she might sneak into them and get some more information. She had some ideas, but she wanted to see if he would emerge from one of the hallways behind the machine. She waited and waited, eventually becoming quite bored. He didn’t show up and the machine’s inner workings remained a mystery. But she at the very least knew where some of the power cores were placed ... and that she was allowed to go all the way here and not raise any suspicion. Next time she will go all the way down, to see if anything happens.