Respite

A firm knock on the door disturbed the arid peace of her room. Shard groaned inwardly, the pain behind her eyes threatening to develop into a full blown headache. Grumbling under her breath, she got off the first bed she’d seen for a month, and opened the door.
“Greetings, Abil. May I enter?” Shard sighed when her eyes fell on her Drow companion.
“Of course, Viconia. Close the door quietly, my head is thumping.” Shard lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“This desert heat is eating away at me, Vi. With all the things we have overcome, why can we not get into that Gods damned monastery?” Shard’s voice trailed off, and the annoyance was evident in every rigid muscle in her body. Viconia’s heart sank. Shard was notoriously hard to deal with when in a bad mood. Even Jaheira tended to shy away from her temper.
“Maybe I could ease you, Shard?” Viconia walked over to the bed, and sat next to her leader’s prone form.
“It’s too hot in here, I can’t think straight. People are constantly clamouring for help, with their hands out expecting the saviour of the Sword Coast to actually care for their plight! Fools and weaklings the lot of them, and not worthy of the time it would take to disembowel them!” Shard spat with absolute venom. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly against the throb of her worsening headache. Viconia stretched her hand out and smoothed back the hair from Shard’s forehead in an attempt to calm her. Her heart beat a little faster, as it always did when she was around this dangerous creature. This beautifully corrupted woman, with her strong, well-muscled physique, hardened due to many battles.
“Perhaps a back rub would help. Come; let me aid you in some way, Abil.” Viconia breathed. Shard looked over at her companion; the sting of lust hitting her hard and making her head throb even more.
“Aye, perhaps it is just what I need.” Shard sighed and turned onto her front. This way, Viconia could not see the want in her eyes when her hands came into contact with Shard’s skin. How long could she keep this under control? So many times Shard had fantasised about just taking her. She could easily overpower the Drow woman, but then what? To take is pleasure in itself, and she had done this countless times before, but not Viconia. There is too much respect and history between them for that. Shard sighed as Viconia’s skilled hands eased the ache from her shoulders and upper back. However, with each stroke of her fingers, the flame in Shard’s belly grew in intensity. By Talos, this was driving her crazy!
“Perhaps a drop of wine, Shard? It will help relax you further, for I can feel you tensing under my touch.” Viconia said quietly, so as not to startle the prone woman.
“Hmm, it may at that.” Viconia stood and poured them both a cup of wine. She returned to sit on the bed. Shard had pulled down her tunic and took the proffered wine with a nod of thanks.
“Tell me, Shard, what is it that has darkened your mood so?” Viconia leaned back on her elbows, her stomach muscles tensing under the silk of her tunic. Shard had to look away and stay her hand. Her desire was starting to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath and wrestled with her lust.
“It’s nothing. Just a headache. And this accursed heat! It’s as hot as the Nine Hells here, I miss the sea. And Edwin is getting to me with his barely concealed mutterings. I should remove his head from his shoulders, which would teach him some measure of respect!” The tension in Shard’s voice hardened when speaking of Edwin and Viconia picked up on it straight away. She could see Shard was striking out where there was no need. It was part of the allure, her unpredictable nature. To Viconia the complexity of Shard was like a flame to a moth.
“Ah, perhaps it is best we seek a way into the Monastery as soon as possible then. We do not need the avatar of Bhaal rearing its head again.” Shard seemed to tense even further at the mention of the slayer. The feeling of helplessness as she attacked her own party was still too vivid in her memory. The shock and dismay on their faces was something she would take to her grave. And all the while, Sarevok whispers in her ear to give in and become the god of murder, to claim her birthright - as surely he would if she hadn’t killed him first…
“Sometimes, the urge to let go and become what I am is overwhelming, especially when I am tired. It would be so easy, to let the Slayer take control, and lose myself in death. This darkness is not something I will be able to control forever, Viconia. Daily it grows in my breast, and daily I have to battle to keep myself from slipping.” She quietly admitted what was really eating at her, hanging her head in defeat.
Viconia’s instant reaction was to reach out to Shard, and take her in her arms. She prayed to Shar that the Godchild would not be too aware of her trembling. The shock of comfort offered by Viconia took Shard off guard, and she leaned into the softness of Viconia’s breast. Her hunger sharpened by the distinctive musk of the Drow’s skin, a scent that promised pleasure in abundance. In a rare moment of total abandon, Shard turned her face into Viconia’s neck and pressed her lips against the Drow’s jugular vein. Feeling Viconia’s pulse strong and fast against her lips, Shard opened her mouth and let her tongue taste skin. Viconia closed her eyes as she became aware of Shard’s mouth on her neck and the warm wetness of her tongue sliding over her flesh. When Viconia did not pull away, or react as Shard had imagined she would, her actions became bolder.
Shard turned fully into Viconia’s embrace and raised her face from the Drow’s neck, trailing the very tip of her tongue up Viconia’s neck and bringing their lips into contact. Viconia gasped at the sudden kiss, but could not stop herself from returning the passion that flowed from the Godchild. Shard slid her arms around the Drow’s slender waist and pulled her in hard, deepening the kiss and tasting the inside of Viconia’s mouth greedily. Shard’s desire was fully aroused now, and knowing Viconia was not averse to this spurred her on. The soft moan caught in Viconia’s throat, as Shard slid her hand under her tunic and round her side to her breast, a thumb ghosting over her nipple before deft fingers started massaging the bundle of nerves. Viconia’s hand tangled in Shard’s hair, feeling the dried blood there from the previous evening’s battle. Shard leaned her weight against the Drow, and pushed her down to the bed, while ravishing her mouth. Viconia moaned as Shard slid her body between her legs. The pressure was more then the Drow could take, and she raised her hips against Shard. The sheer charisma Shard exuded was enough to rival any male she had been with, which had been a few… The Godchild slid her hand down towards Viconia’s sex, down past her breeches, and between her legs. Viconia was already wet for her, and Shard’s fingers slid into the Drow with ease. She slid two fingers in and out a couple of times, bringing them back up to her lips and tasting them. Viconia’s eyes were half lidded as she watched Shard lick her fingers and savour her taste.
“Sweet as honey.” The Godchild breathed. Licking her lips as an afterthought. Shard started kissing her way down Viconia’s body, until her head was nestled between the Drow’s thighs. Pulling her breeches down, Shard greedily drank in the scent and sight of Viconia’s sex. Pushing her thighs further apart, Shard gently slid the tip of her tongue over the swollen nub of Viconia’s clitoris. The Drow arched her back at the sensation, and huskily called Shard’s name. Shard smiled, and applied a touch more pressure to Viconia’s clit. Shard’s desire to see the cleric come was intense and she forced three fingers into Viconia, eliciting a soft plea from her new bed mate.
“Deeper, Shard!” So the Godchild obliged, bringing forth more moans and pleas. Harder and harder she thrust her fingers, with her tongue sweeping over the Drow’s clit until Viconia arched her back once more, pulling on the Godchild’s hair. When Viconia came, she came hard and flooded Shard’s mouth. Shard withdrew her fingers and slid her tongue in to lap up any spillage. Humming to herself, she looked up at the sated Drow, and smiled mischievously.
“If I had known, I would have done this sooner. I could drink you in for hours…” Shard emphasised her point with one final, flat tongued lick of Viconia’s now overly sensitive clit, and eased her way back up the Drow’s body.
“I have never been with another woman, the males of our society are so well versed in pleasure it never occurred to me.” Viconia chuckled, a husky sound that went straight to Shard’s midsection.
“Mmmm, well this is not the first time for me; it’s something of a habit.” Shard smiled, as Viconia pushed her back and straddled her hips. She leant forward and whispered into Shard’s ear:
“The females are equally well versed in the arts of pleasure. I would like to experiment and see if my caresses have the same effect on you as they surely would on any male…” Viconia’s hands were trailing feather light touches up Shard’s sides, easing her tunic away from her toned torso. She leaned down and tasted the Godchild’s skin, eliciting goose bumps from the woman below her. Finding the taste to her liking, she trailed just the tip of her tongue up and round Shard’s right nipple, taking the bud into her mouth and sucking gently. Shard arched her back, trying to get more into the Drow’s mouth, but Viconia pulled away. Shard, not being accustomed to having a bed mate deny her, practically growled. Viconia’s heart speeded up, not knowing what Shard would do; she leaned down and claimed the Godchild’s lips in a hard hungry kiss. Better to be compliant, especially knowing Shard’s unpredictability. Even though she wanted to take her time, to explore, she could feel the Godchild’s impatience. Just another one of their leader’s traits, borne from never knowing when the deathblow would come and having to take everything quickly; including her lovers. She’d heard the poorly muffled screams from Shard’s less willing partners…
The Drow leaned back from the bruising kiss, and removed her top. Shard’s hands were instantly upon her, kneading the firmness of her breasts and pinching her nipples to hardness. Viconia’s head fell back, enjoying the rough treatment a bit too much. Shard pushed her bed mate off her, and hastily removed her clothing. Viconia lay still and watched Shard disrobe. She’d seen it all before, but never with such a sense of overwhelming desire. Once free from the restrictions of her clothing, Shard stretched herself over the Drow, pushing one firm, muscled thigh between Viconia’s legs and straddling one of the Drow’s thighs in return. The kiss between them was less brutal than the one bestowed by Viconia, but Shard’s dominance of it was breathtaking. The Drow’s head was reeling when she felt the first thrust of Shard’s hips, both of them giving and taking pleasure in the grinding motion set by the Godchild. Her thrusts became harder, more demanding, as Shard neared her climax – this time, not taking any note of Viconia’s pleasure. The Drow lifted her hips, taking pleasure in the harsh breathing of her leader as she came. Shard pushed her hand between Viconia’s thighs and rubbed her hard, making sure she came just as her own orgasm had started to subside. They lay together on the bed, sweaty and sated. Shard rolled herself off the Drow, turned her back on her and fell asleep. Viconia took it for the order it was, dressed and left Shard to sleep her headache away…