Neverwiter Nights - Adventures of a Tainted Hero

Chapter 3 – The price of a Waterdhavian


The longsword left Meldanen’s throat followed by a gush of blood. Siegfried’s clothes smelled of carcass, its leather burnt beyond repair. It was a wonder he was alive, and he knew he had the healing spells of a cleric, Linu La’neral, as a prime reason for it. Furthermore, the dead wizard before him would not be beaten by the young ranger if not for the enhancing spells of a bard, his new companion, Sharwyn of Blacklake.

He watched through bloodied eyes the unconscious form of the dryad, her frail feminine form seeming almost peaceful, a contrast to the violent way Meldanen had treated her. Even as the heroes released her, the wizard intervened, unleashing a smite spell that knocked the young creature to the ground, and initiated an epic battle for her possession.

Possession… Twisted thoughts began to appear on Siegfried’s mind. With an evil smirk, he picked up the frail dryad and walked out of the room. The two henchmen followed:

“Are we taking her to Lady Aribeth?” the weak voice of Linu reached his ears, and the noise itself made him want to grip her throat “Or is it Sebile that you answer to?”

“I answer to no one…” was his short reply. Plans began to conjure up on his mind, plans involving not only this little driad, but also the talkative henchmen. He knew Sharwyn would comply with any request of his. Since his sodomizing of Sedos Sebile, the chief officer of Peninsula district, she had never raised her voice on his presence, and was strangely docile. To a degree, he was happy. But a part of him still longed for that challenging youthful bard, who used every breach to irritate him. Those were thoughts for another time, as the path to Peninsula, where he used the Tanglebrook estate as his temporary headquarters, was always full of perils.

It took them but half an hour, and Siegfried now locked the door to his room, the dryad peacefully sleeping on his king-sized bed. The three heroes sighed almost simultaneously, exhausted with their latest quest. The ranger knew now was the time, and he sat down on a throne-like wooden chair, fixing his gaze on Sharwyn’s curves. A cough was all he needed to utter to draw her attention and with a mere stare she knew what he wanted. Her eyes fixed on his, with slight confusion and massive embarrassment, he extended his arm to further reinforce his will.

If Linu’s confusion was only partial by their gestures, she was utterly shocked to see her friend, Sharwyn, the most beautiful bard ever to grace Neverwinter, straddling the ranger, while her mouth ravished his. Her pale face grew beet red, and she flustered in search of her voice “Ha… Hmm… I think I should… Huh… Oh my… I think I should leave you two to your ‘loving’…”

The ranger grabbed Sharwyn’s hair and pushed her face away from his. His grave stare meeting the young cleric’s “You’re going nowhere… Sit down by the bed and look after the dryad… Let us know when she awakens…” She meant to protest but his voice was firm “You’re my henchman… I paid you two hundred gold pieces, and if not for me you wouldn’t have found that bow you were looking for… Now, sit!”

Her elven ears twitched and she couldn’t help but stare at the scene before her. Those last few words were almost as an animal grunt, and as Sharwyn’s corset was yanked down with the full strength of Siegfried’s strong arms, Linu could see the ranger before her was an almost beast-like lover. Yet, as he moved to engulf her soft breasts with his lips, she saw no animal there, no grunt. Just the passionate moan of a young human, not unlike those of the love stories she heard when still a young girl deep within elven domain. And Sharwyn herself was not far behind, her head laid back, exposing the front of her neck to his kisses and caresses, while moaning uncontrollably with the man’s every move. The cleric felt her face hotter, her nether regions following soon after. Not a minute after the scene had begun, she found herself moving her free hand to her pussy, a place untouched by man, and caressed only by one… a close friend of hers, long ago.

As she ran her hand along her stomach, she felt hair of the back of her neck rise in excitement. She could not control it. Her hand expertly moved over her cunt, stimulating areas only she knew so well. Soon her own frail moans mixed with the pair of lovers’, so much she did not realize a small creature waking up beside her. A gasp left the dryad’s mouth, and the three heroes turned around to face her. “Sharwyn…” Siegfried patted his lover’s soft legs “She’s yours…”

Linu would have expected a protest, but the only reaction she could notice on the bard was that she bit her lower lip, lustfully staring at the mystical creature that laid on the bed. Linu looked at the scene before her in a mix of lust and shock, as Sharwyn jumped on the dryad, holding her hands over her head, while ravishing the creature’s mouth. She was as aroused as she had ever been on her entire life and once again she found her hand rubbing her nether regions with a newfound ferocity. She felt a tug at the back of her neck and turned around to find Siegfried’s ten inch cock throbbing before her face. She gasped, but it was not a gasp of surprise. She grabbed the base of his cock with both her hands, and her ears began to twitch ferociously. Her face was blood red and she could not stare away from his pulsating manhood. Without a second thought she engulf his shaft with surprising skill, her lips stopping about halfway through his length, while her right hand stroking the rest and her left hand caressed his balls.

Siegfried thought he was in heaven… With every lick, with every thrust, Linu’s ears twitched in arousal. Before him, Sharwyn and the dryad were locked within a passionate embrace, their thighs stimulating their nether regions and their hands caressing every curve of each other’s bodies. He felt his climax approaching…

He held Linu’s head in place by gripping her curly hair. Brownish-green eyes stared up at him, and the sight itself would be enough to drive a man through the edge. Not him…

He pushed the back of her head towards his shaft, and inch by inch it went deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were shut and tears fell from its sides, but by her gags and growls he could tell she was enjoying every minute of it. Her throat vibrated with every gag with every moan, his mind went blank, and his eyes rolled upwards. He unleashed his load deep within the cleric’s mouth, and the sheer power, the sheer sensuality, masculinity of their act pushed her libido beyond its borders. Linu felt her legs tremble and her back straighten. Her stomach tightened and every hair in her body rose with the feeling. Her ears twitched uncontrollably.

Human emotions… the elf was overloaded with them, and craved for more…

Siegfried withdrew his shaft from her mouth, and the cleric’s long, trembling gasp was enough to cause his softening rod to twitch in newfound excitement. The night was far from over, and Linu was but one of the slaves he planned to take advantage of.

He slapped the cleric’s cheeks hard enough that it sent her sprawling with her back on the bed. Siegfried could see no hatred on her eyes: only lust. Patiently, he patted his first henchmen on her ass “Sharwyn…” The bard turned, her filled with desire and sensuality. “Get Linu ready… It’s time for this Waterdhavian to pay the price for its freedom…”

Siegfried knelt in front of the lying creature, her emerald green eyes staring at him with a mix of fear and contained excitement. He grabbed her by her slender throat “Speak to me, dryad…”

“Please…” Her weak voice brought a new sense of joy to his heart. He was the alpha male. The barbarian leader, the conquering general… His cock hardened almost instantly “You’re the heroes…”

His devilish smirk made the dryad’s lower body twitch. Her face was filled with fear but her nether regions begged for more. “Even the greatest heroes and generals have their times of pillage and rape…” He answered her, his voice almost a growl. Siegfried threw his entire weight over her, trapping her beneath him. His lips forcefully met hers, and it did not take too much effort for her mouth to open, and for her tongue to fully comply. Her smell excited him. This was a woodland creature, her hair smelled of moss and her breath of flowers. A perfect child of nature ravished by a ranger, nature’s valiant defender. He raised her hips over his head, smelling her natural nether odor, while tasting her pussy with his wild tongue. Sharwyn had already made her folds incredibly moist, and Siegfried noticed with heightened pleasure that her juices were not like a human’s, he tasted it, savored it, and delighted himself with the texture as he inserted two fingers deep within it. Her pussy overflowed with a plant-like sap, with the consistence of honey. He grew dizzy, and with a newfound lust found that her moisture was by itself an aphrodisiac. The perfect slave, the perfect whore…

Yet his mind was made, and his plan was to be followed precisely. He would have time to experiment with the dryad’s pussy. This was a rape, a means to get her addicted to the pleasures of pain. He scooped up her juices with two of his fingers and roughly inserted them deep within her twitching anus. She yelped and jumped, unaccustomed to the ranger’s brute ‘caresses’. Her tears covered her face, and her hair stuck to her sweat-covered forehead. He inserted his tongue within her ass, mixing her sap with his saliva, paving the way for his now-throbbing member.

He released his grip of her hips, and the dryad shuddered in a mix of fear and excitement at his animal stare. Her sap mixed with his drool as it dropped freely over his chin and into her bare legs. He was more than a ranger, he was a barbarian. He spread her ass-cheeks in one clean movement and plunged his rod deep within her entrails. She squealed uncontrollably as the pain heightened all of her senses, which made her all the hornier. Her nose smelled his masculinity, her sweat, her sap. Her hearing picked up the grinding of their fleshes together as the ranger plunged himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. His growls, her moans, the pleasure the two women nearby seemed to be feeling… It drover her insane. Her touch was ultra-sensitive, her nipples rock-hard… The massive length of his rod touched every nerve of her rectum. Her vision marveled in such lustful scene, their sweaty bodies glowing with the weak candlelight of the room, the animal glint in his eyes.

Any normal woman would be near exhausted by all of this, but a dryad was not a normal woman. She rose from her docile position and placed her hands on the ranger’s shoulders. Straddling him, she began to grind her hips in circular motions, enjoying every vein, every lump of his huge shaft as it rubbed her entrails. Her face retained her fragile appearance, but her lips now twisted into a delighted smile, and her once painful moans now denounced nothing but pure ecstasy.

The alpha male in Siegfried protested against this utter lack of dominance, but his body refused to care. Her hips were a wild animal, violently shaking and turning in different angles, causing his shaft to heat up to the point of near combustion. His grunts, once so ferocious and masculine, now little more than suffering cries. The tightness of her ass enveloped him, his mind wondered to every corner of the forgotten realms and back, he was about to explode.

A change in her moans gave away that she, too, was near her end. Her movements were more sporadic, her gaze now seemed fixed on the ceiling. Siegfried saw in this the perfect opportunity to once again seize control of the act, and with a near inhuman growl he picked her up from the bed and turned her around so that she would be facing the stone wall of the room. He mercilessly pounded her from behind, with each thrust his member carving its path along her rectum. His pace began to quicken, his breathing now came between his gritted teeth.

The dryad’s back arched violently, and her asshole tightened far beyond what he could withstand. As her legs shook and her voice faltered, the ranger threw her hard against the stone floor. As a wild dog she knelt, closing her eyes and fingering her folds, while her tongue anxiously awaited Siegfried’s load. He violently gripped the back of her head, holding her mouth in place as he stroked the entire length of his rod. He exploded all over her face, his thick cum sticking to her eyes, nose and mouth. What she could, she swallowed, but more than half his jets of semen were spread across her face and tits.

The dryad leaned back unto the cold floor, scooping up his semen and savoring it in her mouth. Both her and the ranger basked at their ‘accomplishment’. Siegfried breathed hard, and felt his legs go numb. He was exhausted. A deep, sensual voice shook him from his daze.

“Do you honestly think the night is over?” He looked at Sharwyn, her right leg over Linu’s hips, both women seemingly eager for their cut of the action. The bard licked her lips and extended her hands to invite him. The ranger smiled.

“The price of being a hero…” he jested, and made his way to the pair. For Siegfried of Neverwood, it was a night to remember.

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A.N.: I completely forgot I had this story up… Anyway, sorry for the wait. Hopefully I’ll update it more frequently from now on, but it’s hard because college fills up most of my time.

Replying to the reviews:

Takaiteishu: Not abandoned, just forgotten.

wanderingaddict: who knows? Maybe…

shaselai: Hopefully… Maybe I’ll skip some less important characters. For instance, I don’t know how I’d be able to ‘taint’ a Yuan Ti.

Zerim868: Thanks for the review.