A Poor Decision

Author’s Note: The setting and the characters are from the game Neverwinter Nights 2, which I do not own (with the exception of my original character Karlas). This tale is from the viewpoint of Neeshka, a tiefling rogue. Herein you will find graphic descriptions of sex, Dear Reader, so you have been warned…

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A Poor Decision
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The usual suspects were hanging around the lounge of the Sunken Flagon, swilling down Duncan’s ale. Except…

“Where’s Karlas?” I asked Bishop. He looked me up and down a long moment in that way he has when he is thinking dirty little thoughts, and you are right in the middle of them. My tail started to twitch in irritation.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he drawled. “I have no interest in pretty boys.”

“Stuff it, Bishop,” I said automatically. “Karlas is not a pretty boy.” It was true that our leader was slight and slim. Perhaps he was built boyishly, compared to, say, Casavir or even Bishop himself. But all it took was one look into Karlas’ stormy gray eyes to know that he was no boy. And he wasn’t pretty either. He wasn’t even all that good looking. You could walk by him on the street and not even notice him. That was part of what made him so good at what he did—relieving others of their most precious possessions.

“Come now, Neeshka, lass,” Khelgar said, who had sidled over so he could butt into the conversation. We’re just one big family here at the Sunken Flagon—loud, rude, and into each other’s business. “We’ve all been hearing tales about what Karlas has been up to at the Moonstone Mask.”

“What? He’s at the Mask!?”

Khelgar held up his hands as if to hold me back. Was I looking that angry? My tail slammed into the table behind me. Ouch.

“Nay, lass, I did not say that,” he said. “I don’t know where he is.”

“So what’s your point, Moss Breath?”

“My point, Goat Girl, is that when you hear a lad has been dancing—on a stage, no less—at a place like the Moonstone Mask, well, it gives you ideas, that’s all. I mean, we all know what Ophala is. Was.”

“The Mask is not a brothel! Well, not anymore.”

Hells, hells, hells. He was with Ophala? Again? I cursed the day I ever introduced him to her. When we went to ask her for help tracking down my old partner, I had noticed her eyeing Karlas but I hadn’t thought much about it. I mean, come on, Ophala is old. Far too old to be thinking about…and even if she did, Karlas wouldn’t be interested. Would he? Ophala doesn’t look half bad, for an old hag, and sure, she has a lot of interesting stories and she knows the dirt on anyone who’s anyone in Neverwinter, but still…no way.

I glared across at Elena. Tale bearer. She was the one who followed Karlas back to the Mask that evening. It was downright creepy, the way she watched him and followed him all the time. Why he put up with her was a total mystery to me. Karlas was a secretive man.

It was Elena who told the whole bar that she saw him perform the Dance of the Blades in the Mask, and that afterwards, Ophala took him upstairs with her. And after that, Karlas seemed to know more of Neverwinter’s secrets than any newcomer should.

Damn that Ophala. And damn Karlas as well. I stalked out of the common room and headed towards my room.

I passed Karlas’ room, and thought 'why the hells not', and I tried the handle. It was locked. Good. He was gone. The hall was empty, so I slid a pick out of my sleeve. A moment later, I slipped into his room. The drapes were drawn and the room was very dark. The only light was from the banked coals in the fireplace, but that was fine by me. I can see in the dark well enough. Karlas’ everyday brown tunic lay across his bed. My eyes narrowed. Came in here to dress up before he went to see Ophala, did he? Then it served him right, what I was about to do.

I went through his desk, his dresser, and even felt under his mattress. His pack was leaning up against the wall and I went through it, too. I found a pretty little dagger that I’d been eyeing for some time now. I found a nice handful of gems rolled up in a cloth and also a couple of rings that had that delicious heaviness you only find in really good jewelry. I smirked to myself.

Then a hand closed around my arm and spun me around. My heart tried to leap out of my chest.

“Neeshka.”

“Oh, hi, Karlas,” I said inanely. Where in the hells had he come from? Karlas let me go and he lit a lamp with a coal from the fire. His expression was grim.

“I heard a noise and I came to see if everything was all right in here,” I lied. He continued to look at me. His torso was bare. He must have been changing when he heard me pick his lock. Oh hells, Nine Hells. He had been in the room all the time and I hadn’t known it. He could do that, Karlas, he could totally disappear like he was invisible or something. It was scary.

But not as scary as the look in his eyes.

“Take off your boots,” he said in his soft voice. I started to argue, but something in his gaze said 'no', so I just did what he said. He took his dagger out of my boot and laid it on the dresser.

“Give me your tunic,” he said and I gulped and pulled it over my head. He emptied my pockets, even the secret one, and he found the rest of his things. I stood before him in my thin undershirt and I shivered. I wasn’t cold, exactly. I was afraid. I’d seen Karlas backstab too many people to have any illusions about what he was capable of doing.

“I told you not to steal from me.”

“I’m sorry, Karlas.”

“If you are not happy with your share of the loot, you may leave at any time, Neeshka. Go back to your old partner if you want to play games.”

“No, Karlas, please.”

I knew what it was like to be alone. It was bad. I was not strong enough, fast enough, or lucky enough to make it on my own. I had found that out the very hard way. And I also knew what it was like to be hooked up with a partner who used you, and who despised you as he used you. Karlas was not kind but he treated me the same as the others. He didn’t treat me like a half-demon freak of nature.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to stay with you.”

“If you stay,” he said slowly, “You must be…disciplined.”

My heart was pounding so hard that I felt light headed.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered. His smile was cruel.

“Perhaps.”

He pulled my shirt off and gestured for me to take off my breeches. When I stood naked before him, he just looked at me for a moment and his eyes glittered in the lamplight. He took my breasts in his hands and his grip was not gentle. He ran both thumbs over my nipples, and they went instantly, almost painfully hard. This made him smile. He played with my tits until I whimpered and my knees went slack. Then he bent his head and took one into his mouth. His mouth was hungry, demanding.

My tail twined around his thigh. I arched my back and my hips pressed up against his erection. Oh, gods, oh, gods. His hands slid to my buttocks and pulled me in tighter. One hand slid between my buttocks and then caressed a line to the underside of my tail.

“Karlas, please,” I begged. I shuddered in reaction. That can be a very tender spot for a tiefling and now he was rubbing his fingers up and down it. Then his teeth sank into my breast in a long sucking bite and oh, gods, I cried out and I came, just like that, shaking and quivering and rubbing up against him like a cat in heat. I had already come and he still had his pants on.

I met his eyes then, almost embarrassed but his lips curved up in a fierce little smile. I could see that it pleased him, that my body was so responsive to his touch.

“On your knees, Neeshka.” I fell to my knees before him. He stepped out of his breeches and I knew what was next. I was going to suck his cock.

Karlas had a dancer’s body, slim and graceful and deceptively strong. Karlas’ cock was exactly the way I like them: long and not so thick that he would be difficult to take deep in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around him and started licking up and down the shaft with little wet noises that seemed to excite him. I teased him a bit with my lips and my tongue and then I started sucking him hard and fast. I had the feeling he would like it on the rough side. He groaned and buried his fingers in my hair, rubbing against my horns.

“Sweet Sune,” he whispered. I pressed my hands against his buttocks to encourage him to come deeper and he did. Mmmm. When I didn’t think this could continue on much longer, I let him feel just the slightest edge of my teeth. His fingers tightened in my hair and he thrust his cock in harder. I thought that would finish him but he groaned again and then pulled away. He gave a deep chuckle.

“Oh, no you don’t, Neeshka, I’m not done with you yet,” he said.

He guided me forward so that, although I was still on my knees, my face was down near the floor, nestled on my arms and my rear was up in the air. He stroked my tail again and then slid his hand between my legs where I was soaking wet. Then he was nudging my knees apart and caressing the length of his cock against my wetness and then, oh gods he entered me and I thought I was going to die from it.

“Oh, please, oh, please,” I kept saying as he took short, slow strokes, working his way in, with his hands on my hips to steady us. Then he paused while deep, so deep inside me and slowly pulled back out and that was all it took for another orgasm to hit me. He cried out as my muscles tightened around him and then he started pounding into me, faster and faster, until finally he exploded and we both collapsed in a gasping puddle of complete and utter satiation.

We lay together for a while, and Karlas idly toyed between my legs where I was dripping with juices, his and mine. I hadn’t thought it would be possible for me to feel aroused again so quickly, but his languid hand taught me otherwise. He smiled at the expression on my face as his wet finger began to ease its way under my tail, between my buttocks and into my ass. He worked his way in further until I moaned and my hips started rocking.

“One of these days, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours,” he said. “And you can show me what you can do with that pretty tail.” Then, just like that, Karlas slapped me on the buttock and got up.

“But that will have to wait. I have other business tonight, I’m afraid.” He gave me a hand to pull me to my feet. He watched me dress with that small smile he gets when he is thinking his secret thoughts.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Neeshka,” he said.

“Yes, Karlas,” I said demurely and dropped my eyes.

I set my hand on the door latch. If this was how he reacted when I took his dagger, what, I wondered, would he do when I stole his favorite rapier?

I felt my own small smile on my lips.