Set in the fantasy world of the Forgotten Realms, this story is a continuation of two previous stories with my own D & D character, Callia Blackhawk, as the main character. The campaign setting Forgotten Realms is essentially a fictional medieval Europe.
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Six months had passed since Callia had failed at her attempt on Amakiir's life. It had also been six months since he had enslaved her passion and bound her to his will. Six full months of blissful highs and tumultuous lows for the two lovers, yet they had made it through.
Callia had begun to take it one day at a time, rarely thinking ahead, for she never knew what each day would bring. She could never predict what Amakiir's mood would be from one day to the next. At times, it dropped down to one hour to the next. He went from loving to resentful to dominant and back again. She could barely keep up with the maelstrom of emotions he exhibited. Yet she could almost figure out what his mood might be by their morning sex romp, and she had gotten good at anticipating what he might want of her, though, most of the time, his mood utterly kept her guessing. Callia nearly began to believe it was all a game to him and only he knew the rules.
Therefore, when he announced one morning that he planned to take her to Silverymoon with him, she was extremely excited. She hadn't left the clan hold since she'd returned six months prior and was looking forward to it.
She packed a few things she'd need for the trip in her haversack, and took time to stop to tell her mother of their plans. It never hurt for someone to know where she'd be and how long she expected to be gone.
Amakiir had conjured two phantom steeds for them to ride and informed her they would be stopping in Quaevarr where they would be meeting up with his boon companion. Callia shot him a questioning look. "I wasn't aware you had a cohort. Have you followers as well?" Callia remarked as she mounted the steed.
"Yes, a few. They live in the clan hold. And I'm surprised I hadn't mentioned my companion. Her name is Delilah. She's human and quite the accomplished rogue," he replied.
Callia noted the tonal inflection in his voice as he spoke of her and guessed he and his cohort had been intimate. "It sounds like I'm not the only Blackhawk with a yen for humans."
"Yes, I know all about your ranger," he quipped wryly before admitting, "Yes, Delilah and I have been lovers in the past, but she prefers Orcs. Actually, your ravisher was one of hers. He may be the one that'll be with her today. She said she may bring one of her many orcish lovers with her."
Callia glared at him. "To each his own."
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It took very little time to make it to Quaevarr upon the magical steeds. At an inn, they were joined by Delilah sans one of her Orcish lovers. Amakiir conjured one more magical steed for Delilah and the three travelers headed off towards Silverymoon. Before they knew it, they had reached the city gates.
Amakiir dispelled the steeds and the trio walked through the gates.
"So why are we here?" Callia asked, realizing she hadn't inquired about the reason of the trip.
"I need supplies, mostly. Also it's so nice to get away from the clan and experience culture. Silverymoon really is a wonderfully beautiful city."
"It almost makes me miss Waterdeep." Callia added as she recalled her last visit to the City of Splendors. Nathan had been in Waterdeep. Callia flushed and she felt an ache from deep within. Though Amakiir was a satisfying lover, Nathan was on a completely different plateau.
"From the dreamy look on her face, whatever was in Waterdeep must have been good." Delilah commented as a wide smile crossed her face.
"Your ranger, I presume." Amakiir interjected.
Callia nodded. "Nathan."
Amakiir flashed a knowing look at her and she quickly glanced away, attempting to hide her feelings of excitement at the mention of his name. She knew it wouldn't take much to provoke his jealous streak and she really wasn't up for an altercation with him. Squelching her lusty thoughts, she began to take in the sights and sounds of the city as they headed for the Golden Oak inn."I'd like to browse the Market," Callia stated as she remembered a few things she needed as well.
"I'm sure you'll be able to, my pretty. That'll give you something to do while I conduct my business," he replied. "Perhaps Delilah will accompany you."
"I'd like that, if you don't mind." Delilah said.
"Not at all." Callia smiled, as her eyes flicked over the comely dark haired human female.
Amakiir noted the looks passing between the two females. "Callia, my sweet, don't waste your time. You are not an Orc with a monstrous cock."
Delilah chuckled. "I enjoy more than just dumb orcs with monster schlongs, my sweet."
"I don't share, though," he retorted.
Delilah flashed him a pouty faced look. "Not even for me?"
"Perhaps I'll make an exception for you, if I can watch."
"You may."
"Then it is settled."