Emperor’s Lanceboard

Time alone meant time to reflect and repair armor in preparation for whatever lay ahead after having finished her underwhelming tavern food. It also meant time alone. With so much of her memory missing, and her only recent memories have been that of being psionically connected to others, the emptiness of the small tavern room was crushing. 

With only the muted sounds of the early morning tavern below as a distraction, she lay back on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling. What a striking contrast it was to be in the posh comfort of Elfsong, and now cast into this….commoners tavern. Perhaps she should have stayed in Baldur’s Gate after all, and there embraced and faced down whatever trouble would come her way, at least in the proper comfort that she deserved.

Still, why did she feel she deserved utter comfort and decadence? It was a strange entitlement that she did not fully understand nor have a full assortment of memories to explain.

Closing her eyes, her mind wandered back through the moments leading up to this. Moments that lead up to something unspeakable: bedding a haszak. Erotic feelings and passionate moments replayed in her mind, leaving her yearning for more.

As her mind replayed the memory of his carnal caress, one of her hands slowly snaked across her clothed body, wandering and seeking safe haven between her thighs. Between her legs she slowly drew her hand along her clothed slot, applying just enough pressure to tease much in the manner that he had first done. The slow, sensual grind was as pleasurable as it was frustrating.

Under her shirt, she could feel her nipples harden and grow ever more sensitive with arousal. It was as her first gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips, that she’d slide two fingers from her other hand into her mouth, wet tongue extending and awaiting their arrival. Without shame or the satisfaction of pleasing a lover, she sucked upon her fingers the manner that she’d lured one of his sensitive tentacles into her mouth and pleasured it without reservation. Carnal moments in her mind played out, including vivid scenes of how she’d achingly moaned with a mouth passionately dedicated to servicing a tentacle, much to his great approval.

The memory of the sounds of his otherworldly pleasure played out in her mind as she fruitlessly sucked upon her fingers in a moment of passionate reenactment.

Still, this lonely satisfaction was fleeting and lacked the touch of a lover who’s needs were her own. Frustrated, she sat from the bed and rose to her feet, eyes darting to the door to her room.

There was another option…

It would take only moments for her to leave her room and begin the walk along the hallways among the room on the tavern’s second floor. There was one room she had in mind, and it had a bath.