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A moan bleeding into a hiss of pain signaled what Minthara thought would be the conclusion of the night.
Withdrawing her fingers from the pulsing heat of her conquest, her uss ultrinnen, Minthara brought the hand up to Lae'zel's mouth and awaited her compliance. When she wouldn't give it, Minthara dug her nails into Lae'zel's mouth and felt skin break on the lips until Lae'zel seethed with a low noise and opened to accept what she was to be given. Dipping her fingers inside, Minthara dug into the skin of her cheeks. As Lae'zel tried to lick herself from those fingers, Minthara grabbed hold of the ridged tongue with two fingers.
The nude body beneath her complied at once.
For a while, she thrusted along that tongue. A while she waited as Lae'zel's rough tongue cleaned herself from Minthara. A long, dark while where that wellspring of black fire tickled her spine and danced its pretty ghost-hands on her nerves, Minthara close from the simple action of making Lae'zel taste herself.
Nearly her entire hand fit into that waiting mouth. She wished to pry it open, spit until Lae'zel knew her place. Wrench her lips open, force her to drink the air as her mouth gaped for nothing that would come. Simply fingers.
Then the sharp ridges of Lae'zel's fangs snagged on Minthara's knuckles.
"Nau," Minthara growled, twisting her other hand currently in Lae'zel's hair until she whined and her back tightened up underneath Minthara. Muscles seized. "Bite me again, and I shall never let you know release. Not for months. I can wait years."
Her own forceful voice dripped the black fire down Minthara's legs and her hands burned between Lae'zel's lips. On the edge of that peak, Minthara slid her fingers from Lae'zel's mouth, smiling to herself as Lae'zel sighed at the loss.
Fingers rode across Lae'zel's stiff nipples, hard in the air as she arched her back up into Minthara's chest. They danced and squirmed under her touch, her breasts as eager to be felt as Lae'zel's voice betrayed. Her simpering noises of need, whimpers that matched the slick she dripped no doubt freely down her thighs. The aroma was in the air, Minthara could smell it.
Her nipples yearned for Minthara's touch, obvious in the way her breaths caught from the faintest of touches. Sharp twists stole her thoughts, relinquished Lae'zel of whimpers that followed each palming. Each sharp pinch.
Minthara's hand reached lower for the bare skin of Lae'zel's stomach, flattening her palm there until her fingertips touched the blazing heat of her cunt. Sweltering, sopping. Desperate for fingers that parted her, slipping inside two at a time. Twisting more hair in her hand, she worked Lae'zel into a stretched mess, her clit throbbing against the heel of her hand. When Lae'zel moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head, Minthara withdrew.
The sharp grunt tasted as sweet as the flavors on her fingers that she sucked for herself.
"Once more I will have you when we arrive at Baldur's Gate. On those streets, I will watch for you," Minthara breathed into the back of Lae'zel's head. She let go of the bunched-up hair she'd knotted into her palm, letting Lae'zel's sweat-drenched and now spit-stained face fall into her bedroll. "Waiting. With the same fingers that plucked you apart tonight. Perhaps more. And if you behave again, I will tear you nerve from nerve until you remember nothing but my name."
"And I will bite your hand all the same, ilharess," Lae'zel whispered, turning with a sneer across her face. Blood dashed from where her lip was split to her chin, an unfortunate casualty of Minthara's clawing.
"I prayed you might say that. Remember my promise to leave you permanently begging, unable to feel the way you do when I touch you."
"You think I cannot hide my own pleasure?"
Minthara stared into her eyes. She waited and maintained the look, flattening her features without any anger, joy, or even the building other emotion that Minthara dared not consider. Drawing on her natural aura of anger and violence permanently radiating from herself, Minthara held the gaze.
Inside Lae'zel's tent, the two women stared. Outside, little stirred. They would be in the city on the morrow, and the rest of their companions were fast asleep. Other than Lae'zel's panting breaths, the only sound heard within the tent was the rush of water from the nearby river.
Yet Minthara did not look away.
At last, Lae'zel's proud grin dropped just a fraction down her face. Eventually, she lifted herself up onto her elbow to look up at Minthara. It was a good, familiar position, but it wasn't enough. After another moment of waiting for a response, Lae'zel shifted to her knees in a meditative pose. With hands on bare thighs, kneeling, she looked up at Minthara without the gleam of her sharp teeth.
Wide eyes glared up at her with a mix of adoration and annoyance all the same. Perhaps there was hate there, Minthara wasn't truly sure. She could read this creature better than any of the others in the camp and unraveling her with fingers and toy and mouth had sated her more than she expected. Watching her kneel was a delicious treat.
Much better than biting.
"You think I do not know when you seek pleasure?" Minthara asked, whispering the question as she stepped forward to trace Lae'zel's chin with two fingers. "Your taste changes after. Your smell, it hangs in the air when you are finished. Whatever you think you do in secret, you do because I allow it."
"Chk. Impossible," Lae'zel said, but she didn't pull herself from Minthara's fingers. Her eyes briefly fluttered shut before she remembered her defiance and stared up with hard set eyes. "You think that because I allow you to bruise me that I can be cowed with false words of an istik?"
"Three nights ago. In my tent. You touched yourself in my bedroll," Minthara said, recalling the beautiful aroma inside her tent that night. The way she let her fingers work herself open, rub herself raw, at the image of Lae'zel ruining herself in her bedroll. "Your release was strong. Delicious. I can still taste it on my clothes."
"How do you—?"
"You have spent so long amongst your people; you forget that you are foreign to this world." Minthara stroked Lae'zel's upturned chin. "But now you sit pretty for me, my sweet little pup. My creature from the Tears. I will allow you to touch yourself."
Lae'zel hesitated. Some part of her still hesitated, still fought. She spoke quietly. "What are my strictures, ilharess?"
"You sit for me like this, and you need not follow any such rules," Minthara said, brushing the backs of her fingers across Lae'zel's chin. "But since you requested them — I will fashion a suitable restraint for your combative little throat. When you speak against me, I will tug. When you behave, I will reward. That is all. No more, no less."
Lae'zel stared up. Her eyes softened and Minthara saw the stupid glaze of submission swarming her pupils. A sensation that perhaps Lae'zel had never known before this, but one that suited her features so well.
Minthara decided to allow her a small comfort. She asked, "What do you have to say to that, plaything?"
That word, plaything, was all it took to bend Lae'zel into a compliant pet.
"That you'll not break me that easily with your lies," Lae'zel said. Her voice stank of a lie. She remained kneeling, and her hands moved up to Minthara's calves as if to pull her closer. "I am no weak plaything like the other creatures of your plane. I won't be quieted with tricks."
Minthara cupped her chin and tightened her grip until her nails dug into Lae'zel's flesh. Deeper she went, digging for the bones, until all she found was a whimper in answer. Hard enough to break skin, Minthara held Lae'zel in her gaze. What she would do to turn her onto her stomach again. Fuck her just as ruthlessly as the first time. The toy wasn't far off, and Minthara needed nothing more than the exquisite whines of Lae'zel to come undone now.
To wrap her hair in her hand, watch her face turn slack with stupid lust. Lae'zel was many things, but secretive she was not.
Then she turned her face in Minthara's hand and bit. Her sharp fangs nearly broke skin.
Minthara grabbed a fistful of her loose braids and dragged her to the ground. There, she pushed Lae'zel's face harder and harder down until she eked out a breath and her eyes lost focus as she looked up at Minthara.
"You bite me again, plaything. You think yourself above me now?" Minthara said with as even a tone as she could manage. She wanted to growl, to rage. "Answer me. With clarity."
"I wanted to taste your blood, ilharess. That's all." Lae'zel flashed her teeth wickedly.
"To your stomach. Now." Minthara let go of her hair and waited for Lae'zel to comply. When she didn't, Minthara tilted her head. "To think the githyanki could raise a warrior such as you to be a brat. Fine. If you will not do it yourself, then allow me to show you how to obey."
Minthara tucked her knees on either side of Lae'zel's stomach and dropped her full body weight onto Lae'zel's back. Her hand once more in Lae'zel's hair, Minthara shoved down, hard, until Lae'zel had a mouthful of the dirt. A violent urge overtook her, pushing one hand into the back of Lae'zel's head. With a growl, she pushed until a grunt of pain answered.
She shoved her knee between Lae'zel's legs and forced it against the heat of her cunt. Still warm, still quivering for her. Wanted. Minthara chuckled to herself, gripping Lae'zel's shoulders. She shoved the gith's body forward, forcing her to fuck herself on Minthara's leg until she was on her elbows and knees doing all the work herself. She rutted like a beast, devolving with grunts and growls as she stroked her fat lips and clit on leggings.
"Sometimes it does not even require words," Minthara said.
"You cannot expect me to... not seek my release," Lae'zel whimpered. She didn't turn to look at Minthara, still focusing on pleasuring herself and maintaining her rigid posture.
"I expect you to do as I wish. And at the moment I am enjoying this pathetic display of base need."
At once, Lae'zel ceased her thrusts. Her breathing rapidly increased in pace, her ankles pushing against Minthara's legs as she stopped the motions that wet Minthara's clothing. And all this from a simple session of trying to learn how Lae'zel braided her hair, all of this needy cunt-grinding from that.
Perfection.
"Would you like my fingers again?" Minthara offered.
"No. I need nothing from you."
"Nothing? And here I thought you had learned to be honest with yourself." Minthara tutted as she stood. "No matter, I can teach you in other ways."
"Where are you going?" Lae'zel asked, her voice nearly a strangled gasp.
"Remain where you are," Minthara warned. "No movement. Not even a finger's breadth."
"And what shall you do if I disobey such a stupid order?"
Minthara left for her tent without a word. She scanned the roads leading out of their chosen camping spot and saw nobody arriving. A pity that the others wouldn't see Lae'zel reduced to her feral needs. As Minthara retrieved her prized tool and its associated harness from her tent, she listened for Lae'zel's movement. If she shifted even an inch, Minthara would know.
But there was nothing. Almost disappointed, she returned with the leather strapped to her waist and the freshly cleaned glass toy in hand, thick and long enough to be almost too much for Lae'zel.
The dumb want on the gith's face made it all worth it. Minthara drank in the moment as she settled the toy into its place on the crisscross of belts on her waist. She stood just before Lae'zel at the entrance to the tent. With legs spread in a wide stance and hands on her thighs, she stared down her nose at her kneeling submissive. There were no words necessary. All she had to do was point at the ground in front of her.
At once, Lae'zel shifted to the same meditative kneeling posture from earlier. She lifted herself up and took the strap into her mouth, stroking her tongue along it without breaking her hateful gaze from Minthara. But there was more to it. With each swallow of the toy, Lae'zel surely knew she was lubricating it for herself. She had to know.
It was there in the way she breathed, the way she took it to the back of her throat. The way she stared and stared as she choked on the cock with repetitious deep tastes. Eyes unseeing stared up into Minthara's, gagging around the toy as she should. The place where she belonged.
Standing, staring without shifting her stance whatsoever, Minthara watched Lae'zel's obedience with a gnawing hunger.
A few errant thrusts slipped between Lae'zel's mouth. The urge to fuck her throat was oddly strong. There was nothing for Minthara to gain from it as no nub on the other end of the toy touched her clit. Nothing to gain save for the sweetest sounds of Lae'zel's mouth overfilled and overused. The closing of her eyes. The streaking of war paint on her face.
"Excellent work, Lae'zel. Now, once more." Minthara glared without shifting her position as Lae'zel did as she was bidden.
She swallowed the sleek length, staring up all the while. Those eyes. Minthara could lose herself in them, pumping her hips ever so slightly to fuck Lae'zel's obedient mouth. Then she halted and watched as Lae'zel chased the sensation of fullness without breaking their gaze.
"A moment." Minthara waited. The sound of resistance and a sharp choke erupted from deep in Lae'zel's chest. "One more moment. Hold. Now, ease yourself off it. Good. Good plaything."
Furling a grip in her hair, Minthara dragged her mouth from the tip of the toy and wrenched her head back. With her neck tilted, Lae'zel's mouth naturally hung open. Some of her own spit drooled at the corner of her mouth, strung to the strap by a nearly invisible thread, while her eyes darkened in obvious desire. She didn't resist, instead balancing herself on her knees with two hands as Minthara gathered the saliva in her mouth and spit. It landed on Lae'zel's lips, and she licked it with a swipe of her tongue.
Again she spat and then shoved Lae'zel onto the toy for a few moments. She repeated it twice more, switching faster each time until Lae'zel wasn't sure why she would need to keep her mouth open.
"You perform well. For that, you will present yourself for me. Turn and show me what I've done to you."
"Yes, ilharess." Lae'zel's defiance disappeared from her words.
She shifted around in front of Minthara and brought her face low with her hands on the ground, ass up and cunt visibly dripping.
Even her clit bulged. She pushed her face into the ground as if she thought it would make her even more tempting. Saliva welled in Minthara's mouth and she knelt before the delicious sight before her, tongue skittering across her bottom lip. She drifted low but a moment to taste. Only a moment.
That moment lasted long enough for Lae'zel to whine. To mutter, "Your tongue, ilharess. My goddess."
When Minthara at last withdrew, sated by the taste, she brought the still wet glass to the soaked lips of her plaything's eager slit. Played back and forth. Brushing her lightly until she was trying to buck herself onto the toy.
"Not like that. Nau. Not this time, plaything," Minthara leaned down, letting the glass length sink into Lae'zel as she flattened her breasts against Lae'zel's back. "You will not take it for yourself. I will guide you there."
"Show me the path, ilharess," Lae'zel growled.
"Do you feel yourself spread for me? Your legs shift, whether you feel it or not. You wish for more." Minthara pulled back and without warning she hammered into Lae'zel, guiding the cock deep as she caressed the expanse of sweaty lower back before her. "You will take more, won't you?"
"Yes."
"So very well behaved now," Minthara said. "Perhaps you won't even need a collar?"
Lae'zel pushed back, bucking herself onto the length. She was answered by a hand in her hair, tugging and then shoving down so that her face bit into the dirt once more. If that was what she wished, that was what Minthara would give her and gladly. But the murmurs of pain rose in volume, and she clawed at the ground again.
There, then, was her boundary. Minthara toyed with the edge of pain where Lae'zel moaned around the thrusts given to her, bending and arching her back, and when she yelped in discomfort too far. Penitence came from Minthara's hand in stroking Lae'zel's clit alongside the harsher snaps of her hips. Wide enough to take the whole toy, wet enough to beg for each inch wordlessly as obscene noises slapped lurid refrains in the air. Desperate for the finger circling her core and splitting her. Slit yearning for Minthara's hips in a rolling rhythm that worked up to a steady rhythm. Hard rhythm.
Violent, almost. Enough for Lae'zel to pant, breathing hard enough to match the pulses inside of her. There would be no end until Minthara wanted it or until she collapsed from exhaustion. No number of deep strokes, inches of glass, would be enough for a long time. No amount of pushing her face into the ground, listening for fangs gnashing and fingers digging into the bedroll before them.
It was a delightful violence for Minthara. Power coursed in her blood with the tang of submission dripping in the air fresh as the slick that pooled around the toy. Slick thighs, wet with need, pushed themselves ever farther apart to make more room for Minthara. To take more without a word.
She was so, so obvious.
That was part of the joy Minthara drew from her body, from the way she bent her head low and took Minthara without much more than grunts of pleasure. Simmering, sharp and guttural sounds that knifed their way from her chest. She tried to reach back to grab at Minthara's hand fisted in her hair, but Minthara batted them away. She relented and breathed low.
The next thrust drew a quiet moan from her. One laced with more need than a combative spirit. Broken without even a hint of verbal denigration, nothing more than physical overpowering was necessary. Minthara briefly dreamt of a world where she could do the same to Lae'zel without even the physical aspect.
What if merely a look could do this? The wishful thought scattered her mind, slowed her fucking. Lae'zel growled for it.
"You think to stop?" Minthara slowed, awaiting Lae'zel's reaction. If she tried to push her off, Minthara would acquiesce. "Or does your needy cunt desire more? Speak into the dirt, and I will understand."
A muffled voice said something underneath her. Lae'zel's hips answered as well, shoving her body back to clench around the glass toy in a blatant collapse of reason.
"Hands down. Keep them to yourself." Minthara dug into her scalp with one hand, the other biting into her ass with nails. "This is the pleasant grip. If you wish to learn the painful one, act out again."
In answer, Lae'zel arched her back up to present her ass to Minthara for touching and the taking. A salacious fantasy washed over her, the thought of taking Lae'zel's hole as she did her cunt, and Minthara let out a long breath. With an athletic stretch of her body, Lae'zel slid her chest forward and pushed her arms in front of her face still pressed into the earth. Her muscled arms reached out in front of her, elbows locked in place, and both hands dug into the other with fingertips on palms.
Her entire body splayed out before Minthara like this pooled all that flame in her gut until it roused her entire body into equal need. The need to claw into the back of Lae'zel's head, dig into the meat of the muscles curving her ass up, and redouble her efforts.
Hips rolled, snapped, sought to quake Lae'zel's body from calves to thighs and up along her back. She shook and thrust forward with each pulse of the toy, each unrelenting inch until Minthara bottomed out with each motion. Green githyanki skin called out to Minthara's tongue, but she mastered herself from tasting the glistening expanse of sweat gleaming in the tent.
"You are radiant when you submit yourself to me," Minthara said absentmindedly. She buried the cock deep enough that Lae'zel's shoulder blades shot up with a flex of her back. "To see you understand your place beneath me... it is special. You are unlike any others, plaything. Perhaps I have no need for others."
"Are there others?" Lae'zel managed to gasp.
"There are not." Minthara stroked comforting circles in the dip of Lae'zel's spine. Her lower back coated in hot sweat scorched Minthara's fingertips to the touch. "I will not need another when there is you. My plaything who pleads for more without words. My feeble warrior who will have whatever she pleads for."
"More," Lae'zel begged.
"Louder, my plaything." When Lae'zel didn't answer immediately, Minthara retreated from rubbing her back. She thrust and raked her nails from Lae'zel's back to her ass where she grabbed and cut past skin until wetness welled around her fingertips. "Do not make me repeat myself. Louder. Tell me what you need from your ilharess."
Lae'zel gasped for air, panting. She started to speak and then dropped her face to the ground. Through the muffle of dirt she said, "More. Please."
"And so polite as well. Better."
But Minthara didn't release her grip on hair or flesh. She worked herself to a rhythm that began to steal every other breath, sweat pooling on her breasts. At last, she found the apex that she could manage and took Lae'zel there with staggered, aggressive strokes. Each inch given to Lae'zel drew out louder, needier sounds before the volume dropped out altogether. Lae'zel remained motionless, palms flat on the ground and eyes closed. Her body shifted forward with each thrust and brief mewls escaped her lips.
"There it is. Let go," Minthara said, petting the back of her head. She drew both of her hands to Lae'zel's shoulders and pushed down just enough to exert a little weight across her body. "Let yourself go into the realm of nothingness. Wherever you are, I am with you. Feeding your body its needs. Teaching you how to serve me."
"Yes, ilharess." Lae'zel's voice held no fury or hesitation. "Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir accepts her place at your knees."
"As she should." Another thrust that shook Lae'zel's body. "As you should, my sweet one."
At that softer name, words that escaped Minthara's lips without permission, Lae'zel shook all over. Her thighs flexed muscle until the articulation of each part of her body was plainly visible against her skin, all of that well-earned musculature sharply on display. She called out a name and Minthara dipped low and forward, pulling back on her braids to catch her mouth.
The kiss was not fierce. It included no teeth as she slowed her strokes. Minthara lowered her hand underneath the toy, thumb gracing Lae'zel's clit with faint touches. Featherlight motions. Enough to make Lae'zel moan into her mouth while Minthara took her to the brink with finger and cock. Only a dozen thrusts, if that, remained until Lae'zel's body softened and her panting turned to needy gasps for air.
Minthara stood on shaky legs, her release drawn from her without her notice. Her knees nearly buckled under the weight of an orgasm that had blinded her into fucking Lae'zel mindlessly, turning the both of them into pathetic shells. For that, Minthara grinned to herself. Grinned as Lae'zel remained where she belonged, ass hanging in the air and cunt drooling slick down the backs of her overworked thighs.
Ready for Minthara to return.
How long would it be before she realized Minthara wouldn't come back? A few minutes? Ten? Minthara's mouth watered at the thought of Lae'zel on display like that for an hour as she waited pointlessly for her mistress to return.