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, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.
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Afternoon Delight
The two men entered the dockhouse laughing. Rhys spied Shiloh sitting on a crate, looking as sweet and innocent as could be. Yet he could feel the undercurrents of her desire radiating from her, filling the large room with the musky scent of her passion. She seemed to know what she wanted and seemed more than eager to please. She flashed them a sweet smile and beckoned them towards her.
They hastened to her side, each reaching out to help her down from the crate. Shiloh immediately went down on her knees before the dark one. She tried to control her shaky fingers as she unlaced the drawstrings on his pants. Once loosened she shoved them down to his knees, and fisted the swollen black cock with both hands. It was quite large. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"Don't be shy now, honey," Rhys knelt behind her and raised her dress up, bunching it around her waist. "You wanted Ashur, now show him."
A groan escaped her lips. She did want this, but moreover she wanted that shiny copper ring she noticed he wore on his right hand. Shiloh adjusted her hold on the silken heat of Ashur's cock and urged the smooth head to her lips. Ashur grabbed hold of her head, moaning and entwining his fingers through her blond tresses. Shiloh spared him a brief glance, but returned her full attention to the thing of beauty in her mouth.
She slid her hand to the base, and her fist brushed the bare, slightly stubbly skin of Ashur's groin. Shiloh laved the head of Ashur's cock with her tongue, tickling the spot just underneath the head. Keeping her mouth wet, she slid her lips and tongue down the shaft, urging Ashur's hips closer to her mouth by squeezing a firm ass cheek with her other hand. She lapped at her palm, and then closed it and her fingers over the head of Ashur's cock, holding it up so she could nuzzle the hairless balls beneath. She ran her wet tongue over the wrinkled skin, sucking one then the other sphere into her mouth.
"Suck it, honey," Ashur moaned, gripping her head again.
A string of words spilled from Ashur's mouth, none of them coherent. The tone, however, sounded like cursing. So Shiloh figured by that, and by the way Ashur's hips kept rolling for her, that she was doing all right.
"Ah," Ashur moaned, his hips rolling easily under Shiloh's guidance.
Shiloh hummed and wetly sucked her way back to the tip. She decided to stop teasing. She felt herself growing wetter by the second. So she set to sucking, up and down, slurping, letting Ashur hear it, and letting her tongue rasp the sensitive skin. She cupped her free hand around those hairless balls and rolled them, pulled them, experimenting gently to see just how much Ashur liked what she was doing. He seemed to like it all. The cursing continued, and his hips started to snap, groin pressing against the hand Shiloh had clasped around the base of his cock.
"Oh, Gods, going to ..."
Shiloh growled, loving the low rasp in Ashur's voice. She spat on her hand and jerked Ashur's throbbing cock. That was it. Ashur cried out, hips twitching violently. Everything squeezed, and warm cum shot out into Shiloh's slurping mouth. She hastily licked him clean, savoring the pungent flavor of his release.
Ashur hissed, and Shiloh released him, a smile on her face as she licked her lips once again.
"Damn..." he moaned and staggered backwards. He leaned against a crate and caught his breath. "She does know what she's doing. That was fucking unbelievable."
"My pleasure," Shiloh giggled as Rhys pulled her dress up over her head. She hadn't forgotten about him being behind her. She enjoyed the feel of his warmth pressed so intimately against her back.
Ashur dropped to his knees before her, staring at her more than ample chest. "Holy fucking shit..." he groaned as he began to fondle each of her breasts. The firm round globes filled his large hands. He stroked and rubbed them, plucking her ever elongating nipples. A groan escaped her lips.
"What do I owe ya, little slut?" Ashur asked, his eyes boring into hers.
She leaned back against Rhys, her bottom bumping the large bulge in his pants. She playfully rocked her hips, rubbing her ass cheeks over the hardened piece. "I seek no gold. Perhaps a pretty bauble will satisfy me."
Ashur frowned at her, raising an eyebrow. He followed her eyes to the ring on his finger. Then he nodded. "Will this satisfy?" He removed the ring from his finger and placed it on hers.
"Quite nicely," she purred as she ran her hands all over his creamy chocolate brown flesh and gazed deeply into his cocoa eyes. "Though I believe I'm not through with you yet."
Her voice began to tremble slightly. She knew what she wanted to ask for. The imp inside her coaxed her to be bold and blunt, clearly stating her true desires. She sucked in a deep breath and captured his cock in her hands.
"What is it you want, little slut?" Ashur moaned heartily, enjoying her soft hands on his cock. It hadn't taken much to bring it back to full aching hardness.
"I want you to fuck me with this. I want both of you to fill me so full of cock that...." she trailed off as she wasn't sure how to finish her thoughts on what she desired. She knew she wanted to feel Rhys's cock inside her again. He had felt so incredible before. She wasn't sure how they would accomplish what she wanted, though. They wouldn't both fit inside her pussy.
Rhys opened the front of his pants and pressed his engorged monster between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down along the channel. She whimpered as his heat seared her sensitive flesh. Meanwhile Ashur dipped his fingers into her steamy juncture and parted her dripping nether lips. He located her clit, rubbing it until it swelled beneath his finger, poking out from its hood. Shiloh writhed against Rhys as he pressed his cock against her tiny puckered hole. Then he fisted his cock and slid it between her legs, slicking the head with her copious juices. She let out a moan and widened her stance.
Ashur's fingers delved into her snatch as Rhys dragged his cock back to her ass. Ashur thrust two into her, feeling her tightness give a little. Her wet walls sucked at him, contracting around him. She moaned aloud, her head falling back against Rhys's shoulder. "Please," Shiloh heard herself beg.
"Soon enough, little slut."
"By the Gods ... Aaghh!" She cried out, back arching as Ashur's fingers sank in deeper.
"You like that, little slut." It was a pleased observation.
"Yes. More. Please."
A third finger joined the second. "You're tight, but you're fucking wet!"
Shiloh couldn't answer, too caught up in the feel of fingers and cock. God, but she wanted more! The stretch, the burn, it was wonderful, and Ashur had blessedly long fingers that would soon find -- She cried out again, writhing as Ashur found her hidden sweet spot. Two fingers, maybe three, sank in and pulled out and sank in again, and Shiloh ground down to meet them. She wanted more.
