Shadows Within

Dear sweet monkey-stomping, pogo-sticking, high-fiving George. I just realized I've been hammering on the fic for two years. Two frickin' years. I don't know if that's good or not, seeing how much I've left on the back burner on a semi-permanent basis (if you think my author page is bad, you should see my hard drive! X_x), but yeah, just... two years.
Holy shit.

Anyway, it's Black Friday here in Texas, just got off my ever so wonderful semi-retail job watching people act like monkeys for 2+ hours, and slammed home the last few paragraphs of this chapter. I tried to get it out as a Turkeyday present for the few who've had the patience to stick it out with my work here, but... well, Gears of War 2 and Mass Effect happened. So, it's a day late, and maybe several dollars short, but it's proof that no matter how slow I am, I'm still not dead. Not even Ike was enough to get you folks rid of me.

God help you all. ;P

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Selean gave a sigh of relief as the foul human slammed his hips into her one last time, a warm gout of semen signaling a momentary respite. The elf considered herself lucky that her kind did not impregnate easily, though it did little to console her in the long run. Ticking away the numbers in her head, and praying her math wasn't off, that should have been all of them...
"That should do it. Hope no one missed out."
"Nay, the sentry... but she gave a pass already."
"Fair enough. Bunk up and wait for our guest... or anyone else who might 'appen along."
The elf's ears picked up on the feet shuffling away, sharper than usual with the blindfold over her eyes. She didn't cry in despair, like a human would, or scream in rage, like an orc would. No, she knew that someone would come. She placed all her hope and mind into it.
She would be rescued. Selean didn't allow herself to believe otherwise.

"There. You see it, master?"
Aneon glanced to the spot on the horizon his succubus indicated, who was holding on the warlock's lengthy ponytail for a bit of extra support. Well, and to annoy the hell out of him.
Something tried to stand out against the shoreline, but the bleak landscape provided little to focus against.
"Reinholt! Northeast!" he called out, hoping the half-breed's eyes would be better than his own.
The warrior leaned forward, searching, his face screwed up in concentration.
"No idea, friend," he shouted back. "Should we find out?"
"Aye." The human's voice came out as an irritated growl, raising the hackles of both the warrior and druid.
The demon chuckled behind him, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "Hmmm, you know how much I love it when you use that tone."
"Pardon me for not laughing, Kolire," he replied, "but I'm not in the mood for jokes."
"I know," she pouted. "You never want to have any fun when you turn on the sexy voice."
The corner of the human's mouth twitched. "Only because I know you too well."

The frail-looking woman turned as the others left the one stable room in the dilapidated shell of a boat that had long since washed ashore. "Anything?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Not yet," one of the thugs replied, taking the other's place near the gaping wound in the craft's hull. "Our employer should be here within the hour, so don't go peddlin' round if'n ye expect payment."
"Fair enough," she replied, stepping into the ship.
Her booted feet shuffled in near silence along the rotting planks, the creak of her leathers drowned out by the surf lapping upon the shore. The back of her right hand itched just a little, but she ignored it as always, focusing on setting the tripwires and small switches needed to further insure their security. Things would be fine, unless the others blundered at their duties... which, owing to the make of this ramshackle knot of reputed, right-up retards she might be dealing with, it was a valid concern.

The rest of the bandits lounged in what remained of the hold, chattering lightly, eating, drinking, doing much what they pleased, with their grizzled, scarred leader propped in a chair, taking the occasional long drought from a bottle of foul-smelling booze as he surveyed his subordinates.
He glimpsed the auburn-haired renegade's return from the corner of his eye, nodding at her when she stepped in.
"All set," she murmured under the muted din of the others. "Want me back out by the door?"
He considered for a moment, then shook his massive head. "Nah. Watch the elf."
"Will do," she replied, walking away.

She ducked through the wires, stepped lightly over the plates and boards, shimmied down the hall to the captain's cabin, eased the door open, and locked herself inside.
The night elf's head twitched, turning in her direction when the bolt caught, but she said nothing. The human was a little surprised, but chalked it up to the druid's hearing and little else. She found a confortable nook in the wall and leaned against it, easing into a watchful rest.
Selean heard the human enter, but was confused when they didn't shuck their clothing and have at her bound body within a minute's time. Curious, she strained her ears, trying to listen for a clue as to just who this was.
Finally, the curious patience gave out. "Who goes?"

The human glanced up a bit, just enough to assure herself that the nude elf had just spoken. That would have made the first time she'd actually formed words in their presence.
"One of your captors," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Pah. Bandits keep women?" the kal'dorei scoffed.
"'Bandits' will keep anyone, so long as they work. I'm not just a 'bandit,' so be thankful."
The druid pursed her lips. "Well, you don't seem much better than one."
"I have standards," she shot back, an edge to her voice. "I don't fuck my prisoners for kicks, first and foremost."
The elf's ears peaked for a moment, then drooped. "Good point," she mumbled, falling silent.

Rohum gave a small internal sigh, glad that the elf had decided to shut up. She hated keeping prisoners, she hated having prisoners, and she most of all hated having to WATCH prisoners. In fact, she hated most anything about everything that had something to do with anyone, PERIOD. Being around people never failed to bring the worst out in her.
An odd twinge ran its way up the human's spine, and she rolled her shoulders unwillingly at the feeling. Oh, for fuck's SAKE, not here! WhywhywhywhyWHYWHY?!?!
For all the bottomless rage she possessed, the renegade had the equivalent sex drive of the average man her own age; predictably, it had all the subtlety and control of a runaway caravan.
And she'd seen quite a few of those in her short days.

Selean's head perked up once more when she heard leather being shuffled away from skin, and some very wet sounds shortly after which she recognized.
"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you are," the elf deadpanned.
"I... I can't he- help it," Rohum stammered between gasps as her fingers worked along her aching pussy. "I'm only... human, after all... It's not like I-ah!... prefer an audience, but-"
"You've little other choice when nature kicks back at you. Oh, I understand," the elf replied, nodding to herself. She tested the manacles at her wrists and the single ones binding her feet, but to no avail. The only thing she really could do was listen... not like that would make things any better.
The druid was a bit surprised at how quiet the human was; aside from the gasping and heavy breathing, and the occasional shift of weight, it was only her enhanced hearing that allowed her to "follow" what was happening.

Rohum had her hand wedged firmly between her thighs, her pants down just far enough to give a little slack in her slacks to move her fingers fast enough, and her other hand had unlaced the chestpiece down past her pert breasts, kneading the flesh with a steady, urgent force.
The gloves had been laid aside, letting her own skin run unhindered along her sensitive folds, silent curses spilling from her mouth as she twisted her fingers in a desperate attempt to get her jollies off. Godsdamned half-addled fuckwits, binding her like this...
In truth, seeing the elf had set her off, for some reason she couldn't fathom. Sure, she would admit to herself that the druid was far more beautiful that she would ever be, but she said that about a lot of people who would get hog-tied and screwed like animals. Perhaps it was an odd feeling, a premonition of sorts, that something bad was about to happen. Maybe she'd get lucky this time.
Another short moan was bitten back as her hips shuddered and bucked, another wash of pleasure crashing against her... it was still pretty far off, though...

"Um, hey..."
Rohum looked up, half glaring at the elf. "What?"
"Do you think you could... well, would you... umm... let one of my hands out?"
The human stopped, pulling her hands free. "Why?" Her voice was steely and dangerous, it could be a trick...
The purple-skinned woman squirmed, most of the movement from her waist. "Do I really need to answer that?"
Shifting her pants back up, the brigand stalked over, palming the key to the manacles with a skilled hand, and uncuffed the right wrist, grasping it firm in her own hand to keep her from making any tricks, and backed away, jamming the key into her boot.
Selean pulled the blindfold back just a little, taking a good look at the room's other occupant as she leaned back on a support beam that looked mildly stable and replaced her hands, turning away from the elf's gaze as much as she could.
Understanding, the druid replaced the cloth before moving her free hand to her own large breasts, squeezing the nipples lightly and sighing.

Rohum heard the elf's noise and turned her head, thankful that she'd let her keep a sliver of modesty, and shuffled her pants down further, trying to get just a bit of air flowing between her legs to offset the heat she'd made. The bandit worked her hands into a furor, twisting and sliding as fast as she dared.
The elf choked back a moan as her own digits rolled her violet buds around with leisurely movements, tracing their way down her taut stomach to her groin, and parting her swollen lips, calm and collected. A thought crossed her mind, her lithe hand tracing idle circles around her clitoris as urges began to form in a far-off and neglected corner of the druid's brain.
"Pardon me," she intoned in her quiet, kind voice.
The human shot a venomous look at the elf. "What now?!" she snarled, her vitriolic tone showcasing her impatience.
"Well, perhaps we could... ah, help each other with our mutual problem," the elf elaborated, a visible blush spreading on her cheeks.

Rhoum blinked thrice, so stunned by the forward request that she forgot to be royally pissed at the disturbance. "You want me to get you off?" She watched the purple-skinned beauty for a moment longer, curious as to why the thought carried a subtle appeal.
"Well, I do intend to return the favor," Selean continued. "It seems rather obvious to me that you need some assistance, and seeing as you've been the only person here who has been anything close to cordial with me, I'm not that bothered by it."
The brigand bit her lip, weighing her options. A lifetime of living outside the laws tempered her with well-founded paranoia, but that odd premonition was rising again, telling her to roll with the punches while she still could, 'cause they were going to get real heavy, real soon. The worst part was that Rohum knew the elf was right; with her in the room, there wasn't a chance in the Nether she'd be able to hit her peak without help.
She stalked over to the druid, whisper silent, and crouched near the warm folds of skin, the scent filling her head as she breathed. Rohum pulled the mask of red cloth away, swallowed hard, and ran her tongue along the moist slit in the skin.

Selean could feel the apprehension in the human with ease. The druid's hips twitched as the other's tongue searched and probed, spurred by awkward haste and carnal need. Rohum pressed her tongue flat against the elf's clitoris, heaving breaths onto it and dragging the appendage along, only to take a few darting licks the next moment. The elf continued to tug at her own chest patiently, trying not to get too excited with the situation, as the rogue began suckling her way up the druid's violet skin.
The worn leathers scraped against her ribcage as the human positioned her head level with the druid's sizable breasts, and had about a second's worth of thinking time before her partner began mouthing them, nipping and licking the soft flesh while avoiding the darkened nipples. Selean cooed with approval, swaying her mounds with a shake of her upper body that was a mix of delight and want, even as she felt her way down the bandit's body, laying a warm, protective palm over the human's own assets.

"Hmm," the druid vocalized, squeezing the pallid skin above her, "I suppose these might be a factor in your lack of decadent wiles?"
Rohum only gave a half glare at the bound elf, and only then for a fraction of a moment. "Yeah, and they're not the only one," she fumed, laying her weight on the elf so she could use her hands, then choking back a gasp as the druid's fingers teased her. "What's it to you?"
"Just curious, I suppose," Selean shrugged. "You don't seem like the villain you make yourself to be. Not to me, at any rate."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," the human recited, shaking her head with eyes forced shut.
The elf began trying to remove Rohum's armor with one hand. "A common saying, but what does that have to do with you?"
Sliding one hand down to the elf's pussy, Rohum slipped two fingers in and began to rub. "Nothing," she replied.

Selean let the thought roll into the back of her mind, choosing to focus on the human's body instead of her words. She pulled a little harder on the leather, trying to pry the other woman's breasts into the open, but the rogue was simply too enthralled with the druid's flesh to bother. Rohum finally latched her lips onto the tender nipple, biting down ever so light on the stiffened bud while grasping and rolling as much of the other in her free hand.
The druid bucked and began emit small, soft moans, all the while trying to elicit some reaction from her partner. Dragging her hand down the brigand's body, she jammed her hand to the human's own loins, tracing circles around the slick lips and brushing the sensitive nerves all around.
Leaning forward as best as she could, the elf let her voice come out honeyed when she groaned, "Let me taste you."

The human paused, thinking for only a few seconds before shucking her pants and twisting around for the purple-skinned woman, shifting herself close enough so that she could both reach and be reached. As she re-inserted her fingers, the elf grabbed her rear and began to lick her feverishly.
The human bit her lip, stifling a moan by bare margins, and worked her fingers as quick as she could, using both hands to tease as much of the Selean's twat as possible. She tried her damnedest not to admit that she was liking this, but she hadn't had any luck in bed for quite some time; more than a few forevers had passed since anyone else wanted to make her feel good, in almost any way. Rohum was certainly enjoying the way the elf was treating her, the passion she tongued her with, the firm grip on her ass... even if it was one-handed. It was nice being given something openly and returning the favor, instead of taking or being taken.
Bad thoughts, she slapped herself, redoubling her efforts.

The next thing either of them knew, Selean began convulsing in orgasm, choking out high-pitched gasps and quaking moans as the human drug her out as long as she could endure. Rohum gave her a few final, punctuated rubs before crawling down to her thighs and slurping up everything in sight.
The druid lay there, glowing for a few moments while the human cleaned her, before edging her blindfold away and reaching for the bandit's shaven labia and digging a finger in. The resulting gasp of shock and pleasure was more than enough to make the elf crack a kindly smirk.
"You shouldn't be so critical of yourself," she stated at the human's twitching thighs. "Just learn to work with what you have."
"Ah... E-easy for you to s... say," Rohum stammer-snorted back, wriggling her hips in delight as another finger joined.
Selean tried to roll the brigand up her body, who seemed to get the hint and scooted closer. "Oh, nonsense. It shouldn't be that hard, unless you're not trying."
Another vague twinge in her lower half made the human moan. "Why shoooooohhh... should I care?" She shoved her pussy right into the druid's face, trying to get her to shut up.
Her partner laughed, gripping her ass once more. "Maybe it's what you're looking for," she said before diving in.

Rohum didn't even try fighting it this time; she heaved and gasped, moaning with delight every so often when the elf would do gods only knew what with her mouth. It was coming to a head when the druid worked a teasing finger into her rear, proving to be almost too much. But when she edged the other in and started pumping, that was enough.
The rogue grabbed Selean's hips and gnawing on the side of her stomach to stifle the groans. The elf never let up with her hand, pounding as far as she was able while still drinking as much of the human's nectar as allowed. And just when Rohum thought she was done, several smaller shocks crashed through her, making her twitch and thrust back, stabbing her anus into Selean's hand, which didn't help the situation any.
Well, it certainly didn't hurt it much, either, but still...