A Nife to Her Throat

"You had every chance to look the other way, but here we are." Shadowheart's voice didn't waver, her dagger pressed firmly against Lae'zel throat. "You chose this."

"Spare me the justifications, coward," the githyanki spat. There was no fear in Lae'zel's eyes, only dark, cold hatred.

Shadowheart smirked, sensing Lae'zel writhe beneath her, desperately searching for any purchase, anything, to get the upper hand. "If anyone asks," Shadowheart said, "I'll say you were transforming. Don't expect to be mourned."

Kill her.

A familiar voice echoed in Shadowheart's mind, warm and soothing as a mother, yet cold as ice. Shar. The entity Shadowheart owed everything to. Who was she to disobey?

Shadowheart's knuckles whitened around the dagger's handle, preparing for that final, fatal strike. It would be easy. All she had to do was apply a little pressure. Lae'zel's life would be snuffed out, her Lady Shar's will be done. Shadowheart was no stranger to taking lives. This life was the same as any other.

Yet something stayed the half-elf's hand. A burning in her core, that had taken hold since the moment Shadowheart laid eyes on Lae'zel, was growing more intense by the second. She'd thought it hatred, disgust even. But now, straddling the githyanki, closer than ever before, Shadowheart found herself unable to tear her gaze away from Lae'zel the taper of the githyanli's neck. As much as tried to shake it off, Shadowheart couldn't deny what she truly wanted, to bury herself in that warm, musky scent beneath her.

Shadowheart's eyes caught on a bead of sweat running down the nape of Lae'zel's neck, glistening against corded muscles as she strained against the knife. The two women were only inches apart. It would be effortless for Shadowheart to drag her tongue up Lae'zel's ample chest, to taste-

A sudden blur and a shout as Lae'zel brought a rock swinging towards her assailant's head. Shadowheart acted on instinct, throwing herself forward to dodge the blow. The rock went wide, and Shadowheart ended up with her forehead pressed up against Lae'zel's, the dagger still between them.

"You ought to think twice about trying that again." Shadowheart didn't move, keeping her full bodyweight pressed down on Lae'zel.

"Finish it, little elf," Lae'zel growled, her breath hot on Shadowheart's face. "You have bested me."

"You don't think I won't?" Shadowheart whispered. "I could slit your throat in an instant. Leave you bleeding out in the dirt." But for all the intensity of her threat, Shadowheart's dagger didn't move an inch.

Lae'zel narrowed her eyes. "Shka'keth."

Kill her.

That voice again, like molten honey, urging Shadowheart to plunge the blade through Lae'zel's soft, supple flesh.

"What did you call me?" Shadowheart didn't know why she disobeyed the voice, why she prolonged the inevitable, but for the fact that she was intoxicated by the way Lae'zel smelled. It was all sweaty and earthy and... something else. Something indescribable.

"Shka'keth," Lae'zel repeated. "Asshole."

Shadowheart snorted. "Bitch."

"End this charade and kill me." Lae'zel strained against Shadowheart, pressing her head against the half-elf's, their lips only an inch apart. "I grow tired of this name calling."

Kill her!

No longer molten honey, the voice was jagged and tormenting. A warning of future punishment. It was a tone that Shadowheart had never had the nerve to test, never had the want to. She obeyed Shar in all things. But in that moment, Shadowheart found something more powerful than even her devotion to Shar. Lust.

Shadowheart's lips crashed into Lae'zel's with a wild hunger, devouring the slender githyanki she had pinned beneath her. Lae'zel was tense at first, unmoving, that fiery hatred still burning in her eyes. But then it coalesced into something more... not quite hatred, but a dark, consuming desire.

Lae'zel kissed Shadowheart back, her throat bobbing beneath the cold steel blade. Shadowheart let out a moan as Lae'zel tugged at her mouth, the githyanki's teeth nipping and pulling violently, sending tiny shivers of pain and pleasure through Shadowheart's body.

"I..." Shadowheart breathed between kisses, her skin vibrating with the heat of the moment. "I should... kill you."

Lae'zel let loose a growl into Shadowheart's mouth, her tongue flicking inside. "Chk. Your threats mean nothing. I can smell your desire... like an animal in heat."

Shadowheart gasped and pulled back, her blood boiling with anger and arousal. "Says the woman getting off to a knife pressed against her throat." She pressed downwards for emphasis, just enough to cause Lae'zel some discomfort, not enough to draw blood.

Lae'zel chuckled in response. "For githyanki, combat and sex are... not so dissimilar. I am not the one who is abnormal."

"Perhaps," Shadowheart said coolly, even as every fiber of her being screamed to crush lips against Lae'zel's again, to devour her whole. "Perhaps I'm just toying with you."

"Then tell me, little elf," Lae'zel hissed. "Why do I feel your arousal?"

Shadowheart couldn't hold back the shuddering gasp she let out as Lae'zel's fingers traced along her outer thigh, then without warning slid beneath Shadowheart's aching crotch, cupping the wetness that had seeped through her pants.

"You... have a lot of nerve," said Shadowheart. But the coolness in her voice was betrayed by her ragged, gasping breath.

"You stink of desire," Lae'zel spat. Even though Shadowheart still had the upper hand, her knife poised to strike, the words seemed insulting, almost degrading.

"Oh, fuck you, you stubborn bitch." But Shadowheart made no effort to remove Lae'zel's hand from her nether regions. She even bucked her hips slightly, just enough to feel the graze of Lae'zel's knuckles against her most sensitive parts.

"Remove your weapon," the githyanki said. It was a command, not a request.

"Fine!" Anger coursed through Shadowheart's veins. She'd had enough of playing nice, and she was tired of being teased. It was time to put this githyanki bitch in her place.

*Shhhk.* Shadowheart slammed the dagger downwards, sliding it into the earth inches from Lae'zel's face. She didn't even flinch. For some reason, that just enraged Shadowheart even further, and before Lae'zel had time to react, Shadowheart had a firm hand around her throat, throttling her.

"It's not like I need a weapon for the likes of you anyhow," Shadowheart said, slowly humping herself against the hand Lae'zel still had cupped under her pussy. "I can choke you out just as easily."

"Chhhhk," was all Lae'zel could choke out as she stared daggers up at Shadowheart.

Shadowheart's eyes rolled back in her head as she humped hungrily, grinding on the hand trapped between her thighs. It was a delicious sensation, made all the more electric by the squirming struggles of the captive githyanki. She gripped tighter, squeezing Lae'zel's neck as the pleasurable friction at her clit grew more intense.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Shadowheart wondered what dark, perverse part of her had been unleashed. But another part, the part that was in control right now, didn't care at all. That part just wanted to use Lae'zel as a toy, to buck wildly against the choking, defeated githyanki, to breathe her dying, defeated scent as she came.

Lae'zel stopped struggling for a moment, and Shadowheart peered down with perverse horror, wondering if she'd strangled the githyanki in her desire. But that was when Lae'zel surged upwards, concentrating all her efforts on bucking Shadowheart off of her. The half-elf was caught completely unprepared, sent sprawling into the dirt unceremoniously.

In a flash, Lae'zel was atop her attacker. She'd snatched the knife and now held it to Shadowheart's pale throat, their roles reversed. A thin streak of blood trickled from where the point of the silver blade dug into Shadowheart's skin. Lae'zel's eyes shone down with fury and arousal, lust and hatred.

"You have been defeated," she growled. Her voice was low, scratchy, and it made Shadowheart squirm with delight. "I ought to rend your body in two - cut your throat and separate that pretty head from its body."

Shadowheart gulped, all too aware of the cold steel digging into her soft flesh. She didn't know why, but the sound of Lae'zel's voice was only worsening the aching warmth in her core. And, without even meaning too, Shadowheart bucked her hips in desperate need of friction.

"You..." Lae'zel's eyes widened as she felt Shadowheart's desperate, frantic movements. "You desire me."

"N-no." Shadowheart shook her head violently. She was meant to kill this githyanki bitch, not rut against her body like some piggish slut. "I despise the sight of you."

Lae'zel smiled, leaning in close. "You will get your wish. I have bested you, and now... I will ravage you."

"N-no. Stop!" But Shadowheart's hips bucked even as she voiced token resistance.

Lae'zel's free hand drifted downwards, slipped beneath the waist of Shadowheart's pants, and drove into her slick entrance.

"Angghhh!" Shadowheart half-screamed, half-moaned as Lae'zel forced first two, then three fingers inside her. Her pussy was so wet already that Lae'zel had no issue pumping them in and out, filling the half-elf's aching hole.

"You are mine, little elf," Lae'zel whispered, her teeth grazing against Shadowheart's ear. "And you will come for me."

Shadowheart had lost all semblance of self control. She drove her hips against Lae'zel's fingers with wild abandon, urging them deeper with every slick thrust. Her fingers were rough and curling and... perfect. They drove out pitiful little moans from Shadowheart, leaving her well and truly fucked.

"D-don't... ssstop," Shadowheart hissed as she felt her climax start to crest, an unimaginably euphoric feeling.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Lae'zel tossed the dagger away suddenly, using her now free hand to curl through Shadowheart's dark hair.

Shadowheart gasped as her head was yanked back, exposing her milky-white neck. The next instant, Lae'zel mouth was on it, suckling, kissing, licking, and even biting. The sensation was so intense that Shadowheart didn't know what felt better, the teeth grazing against her throat, or the knuckles that filled her soaked pussy.

Either way, the two feelings combined overloaded the half-elf's senses, and in the next moments Shadowheart's pleasure slowly rose to unimaginable heights. She couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the throbbing pleasure at her core, and that delightful pain as Lae'zel nipped at her throat.

When the orgasm finally cleared, Shadowheart was panting and short of breath. Above her, Lae'zel's yellow eyes narrowed in satisfaction. She withdrew the three fingers from Shadowheart's cunt and drew her tongue along them, tasting the sticky juices that coated them.

"You are a fine meal." It was the closest to a compliment Shadowheart had ever received from Lae'zel, she thought.

"I..." Words escaped Shadowheart. She didn't know what to say, where to even begin. She supposed there was still a matter of hatred between her and the githyanki, but how unimportant that seemed when she had just begged Lae'zel to cum moments prior.

"Do not speak," Lae'zel said, standing. She looked around a brief moment, as if verifying that no one else in camp had been disturbed by the scuffle. "Go. Make yourself ready. Then come to my tent, where I shall complete my conquest."

Lae'zel gave Shadowheart a toothy smile that was at once chilling and alluring.

"Alright then," was all Shadowheart had the wits to say as Lae'zel sauntered back to her tent.

Shadowheart picked herself up, still trembling slightly as the aftershocks of orgasm swept through her. Somehow, she found herself wanting to obey Lae'zel. She wanted to see what awaited inside her tent.

How disappointing...

Shar's voice echoed painfully in Shadowheart's mind, horribly cold and dispassionate. It terrified Shadowheart to the bone.

I didn't want to have to punish you.

Shadowheart swallowed. Then, the pain began.