Hammer stared into the silvered glass with a knit brow. He didn't like what was going on here, not one bit. He hadn't lost any size, save for a measure of height, but the sharp angles of his face were not the strong features he remembered. Nor was the black skin and the mane of silver-white hair that gleamed in the faerie fire light his lover had conjured.
"Not a bad look," the drow said, her voice silky smooth and laced with promises he knew only she could truly fulfill.
"Better than my previous?" he asked with a grumble.
"Hardly. I've grown fond for the square features of your kind. But it's nice to see the man I love in the skin I grew up with," Lura said with a smirk. "Besides. If you weren't to wear that mask where we're going, you'd be killed on sight. Both of us, most likely."
Hammer brought his hands up to his jaw, just below his ear, and felt where the mask had melded to his face. The disguise was magical in nature, but Lura assured him that her kin would not be able to discern the deception. So deep was the magic that his very blood had become drow in every way save for the uniqueness that was the barbarian's. He sighed and nodded.
"Very well," he said, strapping his greatsword across his back. The weapon had been commissioned by Lura, and the Neverwintan smith that had crafted it had been very discreet with his acquisition of adamantite and very thorough with every detail Lura had given him. The blade was light, perfectly balanced for its great size, with a leather-wrapped grip, an ornate, yet functional hilt. The pommel was a perfect marquise diamond, glinting darkly with inborn magic that Lura herself had infused into the gem.
Even his armor had been custom made to suit his new appearance. Supple chain mail that almost seemed to stretch seamlessly over his largely muscular frame to protect his torso left his arms bare. His thighs were sheathed in a kilt of leather, reinforced with stout, light splints, and his leather leggings were reinforced with the same supple chain on his chest. He wore tall black boots with flat soles, giving him more than a measure of stealth should he require it. All in all, he was outfitted like a true drow warrior, master of the greatsword.
"A princess and high priestess returning to her homeland with a Houseless rogue," she said, smirking. "My family might sacrifice me on the spot, regardless of the story I've concocted about seeking Lolth on the surface. That is the risk we take, though."
"Remind me why, again?" Hammer said.
"My younger sister, a decade behind me, and directly behind me in succession to our House's throne, sent me a magical sending. She is an apostate, like me, but has lived her life among the decadence and wickedness of Menzoberranzan while I chose to leave that world behind."
"You'll have to tell me how that came to pass, some time," Hammer said.
"We've a long road ahead of us," she said. "I'm sure you'll hear plenty of my departure."
"I hope for more than simple stories," he said, turning to face her fully. Her crimson eyes, splashed with swirls of gold, glowed with the divinity planted in her by Sune, Goddess of Love. Her white hair was pulled back tight, but the bundle of garnet strands that framed the side of her face hung free on one side. Her beautiful, angular features leaned forward to meet his as they kissed. Hammer may be wearing a new skin, but he had not lost his way with his tongue. They kissed deeply and passionately, and in mere moments, the armor they'd struggled to stretch over his frame was on the floor, leaving him bare and obsidian before her.
She pushed him away. Her hands were dwarfed by the expanse of his chest, but still she exerted enough influence over the massive, powerful barbarian to move him well enough away that he could see her gown in its current state. It clung to her every feminine curve—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, her shapely thighs, the taper of her abdomen—in gauzy, weblike form, the normally bright red darkened to an almost blood-crimson shade that was just a few shades lighter than her onyx skin. He could see her hardened nipples through the gown, just a shade darker than the black skin of her breasts, surrounded by taut areola that were drawn up around her nipple in arousal.
"Beautiful," Hammer breathed as his eyes hungrily consumed her form.
"Hush now," she said, and her fingers gingerly peeled away the gauzy garment, letting it fall to her elbows, revealing her lush breasts while keeping her lower half and her stomach sheathed in the thin material. He could see the short, neatly trimmed tuft of white hair just above the nexus of her womanhood. She was moving forward, her breasts bouncing slightly with each light step. Her hand pushed him back toward the bed until he fell to sit on the mattress, his manhood laying long and aroused, yet not quite erect, between his thick, powerful thighs.
She straddled him, and when her thighs parted he could smell the floral, almost sweet scent of her arousal. "We may not get to do this much in the next few tendays," she purred to him, pressing her breasts into his chest. "Let us enjoy it fully."
She reached down, and with a scant few firm strokes to his growing manhood, had him hard as iron in her grip. He slipped into her slickened sex effortlessly, and she slide down his rod slowly, feeling the fattened head spearing into her folds, his girth stretching her anew. Bliss spread from her loins to her spine and into her throat as her head lolled back. She felt every texture of his cock as it entered her, pressing into her deepest depths, until the discomfort of it shook her. He was hilted inside her, and she paused there to let her sex adapt to his size, making her feel utterly full with his manhood.
"So deep...every time it surprises me," she whispered, hands wrapping around his broad, round shoulders as her face leaned into his neck, kissing where the mask melded with his flesh. She dug her nails into his shoulders, flexed her thighs to raise up, and then dropped herself down on him suddenly, letting out a strained groan of pleasure as she felt his cock spear her yet again. She bit down on his neck, not hard enough to draw blood from his tough skin, but hard enough to elicit a hiss of...delight, from her barbarian.
Hammer slid his strong hands down her tapered back, feeling the shifting of muscles as her arms worked around his shoulders and back, the depression and extension of her shoulder blades, and, down further, the flexing and twisting of her lower back as her hips gyrated up and down, side to side on his cock.
Lura finally wound her hands into Hammer's hair, holding his face and locking eyes with him. Despite his new skin, his eyes were still the same clear steel-blue, and she lost herself in them. She could see the reflection of her own lightly glowing eyes in his, could see her elven features in his eyes. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the firm, round swell of her bottom, and began to grind his hips in counterpoint to her own. His penetration was deep, and the thickness of his cock caused only a minor discomfort in the drow woman. Despite years of lovemaking with each other, his size still surprised her, and the pleasure still delighted her.
Smiling, she bit her lip and lifted her knees off the bed they sat on. He grinned back at her as her feet planted on the mattress. Hands grasping the high arch of his trapezius muscles, she began thrusting her feet into the bed, forcing herself up and down his cock with eagerness, letting gravity pull her down his thick virility hard and fast. She squeaked her sounds of passion out of her throat, and Hammer grunted as he tried to move in counterpoint again, thrusting up as she fell down his shaft.
They went like this for many minutes, Hammer sliding his hands from the woman's hips to her thighs as they twitched and flex with every thrust. Shortly, he moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping the lush orbs in his thick palms, feeling her nipples scraping against his calloused hands. She gasped as he squeezed down on her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thick digits while she bounced her body up and down his prick.
