The streets of Menzoberranzan were busy as usual with drow, merchants peddling funguses, weapons, and other pottery and wares. The early market hustle and bustle parted for the two kender, speaking in hushed voices. They were curious about the colors of the female's battle armor, and the jingling of the bells covering it. They were only slightly less intrigued by the male cloaked in black following her, wielding a quarterstaff of polished walnut. Nobody barred their way as they went into the Black Dragon Inn, located just one block from the gates to the castle.
The drow behind a counter, scowling, looked at the two entering his establishment. In a very tense voice, dripping with malice, he spoke in elven to the security personnel flanking the door. The two elves, large for their race, moved in, but were cut short by a feminine voice. She spoke the tongue as well as if she had been raised by them, ordering the two not to lay a finger upon her. She looked up at the innkeeper, and spoke in flawless drow. "I am Mithrell Kendermore, and I will be staying in this hotel."
The clerk looked at her in surprise a moment, then reclined in his chair in an easy position, of one used to being in power. He spoke easily, with an accent that indicated him a distant relative of the House of Do'Urden. "And how exactly do you plan to pay for this?" At this, the black robed guard trailing her, apparently also easy with the tongue, stepped forward. He brought forth a small satchel of black velvet and handed it to Mithrell. She took it and turned it upside down, revealing a king's ransom in platinum doubloons. Mithrell giggled as she almost saw the pieces reflected in the greedy owner's eyes.
"I assure you, lord innkeeper, that we have enough to pay for this." He stammered to the bellboy, who ran forward wearing the typical gaudy uniform of red and yellow, with twin rows of brass buttons running down the chest. He guided them to the best room in the inn, at the very back. He threw open the doors of carved mahogany doors, and ushered them inside. Mithrell smiled at the room. It was very spacious, almost like being in a mansion of their own. A stove sat in the corner, and an oaken table sat in the middle of the room, large enough for a dozen people to sit comfortably around. Adamante turned to the bellboy, his black robes flowing, and bowed him out. As he closed the doors, Mithrell flopped down on the bed.
Adamante set to preparing lunch as Mithrell polished her battle armor, humming softly to herself. Almost an hour had passed, and she did not notice until the enticing aroma of jasmine-scent candles filled her senses. She looked up to see Adamante smiling, dressed in dress robes of black. He bowed to her and pulled her chair out for her to seat. She gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting, and watched him sit next to her. They talked as they ate the remaining venison from last night's kill, speaking of the looks on the faces of the populace at seeing such a bright and cheery kender enter their stronghold.
As they finished, Mithrell reclined in her chair as Adamante took care of the dishes. When he returned, he tripped and fell against the table, which shook one of the candles loose. It fell to the edge of the table with a soft thud, and Mithrell gasped as a droplet of wax his her bare calf. Adamante looked up to apologize, and noticed something about her... a quickening of her breath and a flush adorning her skin. He smiled to himself as he set the candle back up and lit it again, also lighting a third candle smelling of cinnamon. He pushed the candles aside and looked to her, watching her peel the cooling wax from her flesh. She looked into his eyes, and blushed furiously at what she saw there.
He left her alone for a while, while he washed the dishes. She played absently with the wax she peeled from her skin, humming to herself, and did not notice Adamante sneaking up behind her. She did not feel him slip beneath the table and attach lengths of silken rope to the legs. She only noticed when suddenly he grabbed her neck, putting a paralyzing nerve pinch on her shoulder. She stood limp, unable to react, as he placed her on the tabletop and bound her hand and foot to the legs of the table. When sensation finally returned, she pulled at the bonds, then slumped back as she realized that she would not be able to break them. She watched him walk around the table, observing her heightened breathing and the crimson her face and neck were turning. He draw a long knife from his belt, and she shivered with it touched her belly.
She felt the tip slide up her body, drawing a thin line of blood while at the same time it tore through her travel tunic. A quick motion to either shoulder, and he laid open the front of it to his eyes. He pulled at the material, and it slipped form her body with ease. He grinned evilly as he did the same to her legs, sliding the dagger first down the outside of her left leg then up the outside of her right. He reached between her thighs, pinching her sex roughly before yanking the cut leather from her. She lay nude on the table before him, her bright violet eyes watching him, her breathing rapid and shallow, her chest, neck, and face flushed with desire. She watched him as he jumped onto the table, and kneel between her legs. "Don't say a word, m'Lady, or I will leave you like this for the drow to find and use as they wish."
She knew what the dark elves liked doing with bound and helpless females... she clamped her mouth shut and nodded. He smiled and lowered his face to her sex, breathing cool air on her heated flesh. She watched him reach into his belt and pull a vicious-looking dagger from a concealed scabbard. He slammed the dagger flat against the table, and she heard the metal snap as she flinched. He held up the dagger once more, the blade gone from it, and now holding a polished handle of maple wood. She felt him trail the cold metal pommel, rounded to make it easy to hold, down the valley of her breasts, across her tight belly. She moaned softly when it touched her sex, then shivered as she felt it move lower still. She lifted her hips at his unspoken command, and nodded bleakly as he pressed it against her rosebud, then pushed inside.
Just as the plant had done in the tunnel to the city, she felt her ass being penetrated roughly. She moaned in pleasure as she felt the crossguard press against the flesh of her curvaceous rear end. closed her eyes, breathing heavily at the sensation, and cried out suddenly as she felt another item being pushed into her sex. She looked to see the handle of a bullwhip being forced into her, Adamante's eyes upon hers, a crazed lust filling them. She quaked as it filled her, until the knotted end pressed against her cervix.
