Disclaimer:
This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex, and Narev are property of Valine.
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Sexual Education
Shiloh passed the rest of the daylight hours doing the shopping she needed to do, visiting Talana's for the required lingerie, and wandering the marketplace in Northern Betancuria. As dark approached she made her way into the southern part of the city, walking this time instead of taking a ride on the ferryman's boat. She skirted the Isle of Men and walked along the long stone bridge. Walking slowly, she stopped on the bridge to stare down at the water. She liked the way the glow from the torch lamps played upon the water's surface, reflecting fissures of light. It was so pretty.
She continued on, passing a market stall and Herol's Imported Goods. She paid little attention to the beggar as she hurried past him and The Wildcat, making her way to the dockhouse.
She crept inside, making her perch on one of the numerous crates stored in the building. There she waited for Rhys to show up. She hoped he wouldn't be a no show. She really wanted to learn how to please a man. She needed to learn. She wanted to be able to give Caron a real reason not to look at Trissa. If Shiloh could be with him as the other girl had been, but make it better, perhaps she'd win him. How could he say no to that? Certainly he wouldn't.
A pair of hands gripping her breasts drew her out of her thoughts. Shiloh let out a loud gasp and struggled as the hands dipped into her shirt, plucking her nipples. "Unhand me, now!"
"I thought you wanted this, little girl?" A voice purred against her head as the fingers squeezed the full globe of each breast.
"Rhys?" She tilted her head back of the way and looked up at him.
"The one and only." He quipped as he went back to tweaking her nipples. Shiloh let out a raspy moan. The mixture of pleasure and pain zinged through her. "Like that, sweet thing? You ready to get fucked?"
"Is that what you want to teach me this night?"
"Uh-huh, but first I want you to strip for me...slowly." He removed his hands from her breasts and stepped back a few paces, watching her as she hopped off the crate. Her hands took the place of his, pulling on her nipples through her low cut top. She caressed them, her eyes fixed on his. Then she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor, baring her breasts to him.
She repeated the act before him, plucking the hardened buds as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs as the ache......for
something
inside her intensified.
Her hands dropped to her waist and she lowered her eyes as a blush colored her cheeks. Slowly she tugged her skirt down her legs and then stepped out of it. She looped it on her dainty foot and flicked it in his direction. Then she gracefully kicked off her shoes and rolled her stockings down her legs, turning away from him as she bent, showing him her bottom.
Rhys gave an approving whistle and grabbed her from behind. He hauled her back against his crotch, rubbing the thick bulge against the crack of her ass. He sniffed the air, taking note of the pungent musk coming from between her legs. "Fuck yeah, little bitch. There may be hope for you yet."
Shiloh grinned and wiggled her bottom against him, hoping he'd like that. A low groan was his only reply. He let her go and pushed her against the crate.
"Now, undress me."
Shiloh looked back at him as a nervous shiver coursed through her. She'd never seen a man's entire naked body. Turning to him, she gripped his tunic and began to pull it up over his head. She had to stand on the very tips of her toes to bring it up over his head since he towered over her by at least a foot or more. Once it was off, she let it drop to the floor and she ran her hands over his wide shoulders, and then down over the corded, sinewy muscles of both his arms.
From his arms, she moved them to his chest, threading her fingers through the sparse hair that covered most of his pectoral muscles. She smiled as her fingers brushed his flat male nipples, eliciting a tiny groan from him. "Lick them!" Rhys hissed at her, his hand flew to the back of her neck and pushed her mouth toward his chest.
Shiloh obediently complied as she fastened her mouth onto one of them. She ran the flat of her tongue over his large nipple before switching to the other one.
"No, stupid girl. Let me show you," he growled and knelt before her. His mouth fastened on her nipple, giving it a lick to wet it before twirling his tongue over the elongated point. Then he began to suck, drawing the nub between his lips. His teeth nipped and grazed at her while he fondled the other one, gingerly pulling on its tip.
Shiloh groaned as a frisson of heat coursed from her breasts to settle between her legs. She tossed her head back, allowing a cry of pleasure to escape her. Rhys pulled back from her.
"Do you like that?"
"Ohhhh yesss!!!"
"You try..." he hauled her back up against his chest.
She eagerly copied what she thought she had felt, sucking him into her mouth. She nipped the tiny point before using her tongue on it. She licked each one before continuing her trek down his body.
Her hands reached the waistband of his trousers, and she eyed the burgeoning bulge straining against the laces. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed one palm down over him. He moaned loudly. "That's it, honey..."
She deftly unlaced his pants and slowly drew them down his hips, being careful not to yank them over his hard cock. When she had them at his knees, she stopped to remove his boots. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and proudly stood before her. She eyed him curiously, running her hands over the lower half of his body, familiarizing herself with all his hardened muscles. She could easily tell he was used to doing hard manual labor, his bulging muscles and work calloused hands were a solid testament to it.