Baldur's Gate: The Candlekeep Inn

Chapter 1

The early afternoon sunshine hung in shimmering sheets above the bed, a welcome change from the cold fall weather, as Imoen tiredly stripped back the covers. She huffed and ran a delicate hand through her red hair as she arched her back and groaned as she felt the tight muscles in her shoulders ache.

"How many of these sheets do I have to change?" she complained to the empty bedroom.

She fetched a fresh set of sheets from her cart, unaware of the figure creeping in through the open door and closing it behind them. Imoen leaned over the bed, her bottom pressing against the fabric of her breeches. She had just begun to tuck in the new set of sheets when she was pushed onto the bed and felt someone straddling her back.

"What the-?" she blurted out as someone pushed her face into the mattress and began to squeeze her ass with one hand.

Imoen rolled over and pulled her assailant down onto the bed beside her, ready to call for help if it turned out some drunken noble though he could have his way with her. Her cry stilled in her throat when she saw the laughing face of one of her closest friends.

"Your reflexes are as good as ever," Amalia giggled as Imoen slapped playfully at her shoulder. The young elf stretched out on the feather mattress and sighed. "Why don't I get to sleep on something like this?"

"Because you're not a paying customer," Imoen said as she rolled over to lay beside the elf. "So why are you here?" Imoen brushed a long strand of reddish-gold hair from Amalia's face and ran the tip of her finger across the elf's pointed right ear.

Amalia shuddered in pleasure as Imoen continued to stroke her ear. The human's finger slid down the curve of Amalia's jaw to trace over her lips. Amalia smiled impishly and lightly licked Imoen's finger before sucking it into her mouth.

"Mmmm, but what if old Puffguts catches us?" Imoen whispered as she slid her finger out of Amalia's mouth and kissed the elf.

"He's asleep right now," Amalia whispered back as she stood up from the bed and walked to the door. She peeked outside for a moment and then shut it and locked it behind her. "He'll be out for the afternoon," she said as she leaned against the door. Her right hand slowly went to the laces of the long blue peasant dress she wore, and began to toy with them as Imoen slowly walked towards her.

"Are we going to need all afternoon?" Imoen whispered in a husky voice as she leaned against Amalia and ran her hands up the elf's legs.

Their breasts pressed together as Imoen leaned forward and kissed Amalia deeply, sucking on the elf's lower lip slowly before slowly pulling up the skirt of Amalia's dress.

"That depends...ahhhh...on what you have in mind," Amalia moaned as Imoen slid a hand up her dress and began to lightly run her fingers over the elf's quim through the fabric of her underwear. She moaned louder as Imoen tugged on her underwear, sending the lacy bit of fabric to puddle around her ankles.

Imoen kissed Amalia again and then dropped slowly to her knees. She looked up at the elf with mischievous eyes before ducking under Amaia's skirt and kissed her thighs. Imoen slowly ran her tongue up the inside of Amalia's thigh, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. The elf gasped in pleasure.

Imoen popped her head out from under the elf's skirt and stood. "On the bed," Imoen ordered as she tugged on Amalia's shoulders.

The elf smiled back and slinked over to the bed, her hips swinging sensuously from side to side as she glanced over her shoulder at Imoen.

Imoen grinned and tapped her finger against her chin. "Now... What should I do with this naughty elf who interrupted my chores?"

"Whatever you want?" Amalia said in an ingenuous voice. She laughed in delight as Imoen pushed her over until she was bent over the bed, her elbows resting on the sheets and her bottom in the air.

Amalia tossed her head, her hair flashing in the sun, and looked over her shoulder as Imoen hovered above her.

Imoen flipped the elf's skirt over her waist, exposing her bare ass. The elf shuddered in pleasure as the human pushed two fingers deep into her quim. The elf high-pitched gasps filled the room as Imoen leaned over next to her, one hand reaching under to caress Amalia's breasts, the other busily pumping in and out of the elf's quim.

"Ooo, oh, Sune," Amalia gasped as she fell forward to her elbows on the bed, leaving only her ass in the air.

Her gasps were cut off suddenly as Imoen pulled her fingers out of Amalia's quim. Imoen knelt and kissed the bare skin of Amalia's bottom, nipping the skin with her teeth. Then she buried her face in the elf's quim. Imoen grasped Amalia's ass cheeks with both hands, kneading and caressing her flesh as she slid her tongue deeper into the elf. Amalia's hips rolled in time with Imoen's licks, the elf's muffled cries filling the room. Her feet spread further, opening her legs as she pushed herself back onto Imoen's mouth. The elf thrust her pussy back against the human's lips and tongue.

"Yes! Oh, gods, gods, gods!" Amalia's sweet voice cried out frantically as she furiously pushed her hips back against Imoen's mouth. She bit the sheets between her teeth as she felt Imoen's dexterous fingers dancing across her clit before firmly stroking it. "Imoen!" Amalia yelled into the bed as she felt herself climax.

Imoen felt the elf's knees shake and her fingers tightened on Amalia's ass, leaving red marks as she laved her tongue in Amalia's quim. She felt the elf tightening around her tongue as she thrust it deep inside and then tasted the flood of sweet honey as Amalia squirted. Imoen hummed in pleasure as she lapped the nectar from Amalia's seeping slit, swallowing it down greedily as the elf trembled and whimpered in pleasure.

After a moment,  Imoen collapsed on the bed next to the elf. The human's face was shiny with Amalia's honey.

"You're a mess," Amalia smiled.

"Then help me clean up," Imoen said, licking her lips.

The elf grinned and leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lap her own honey from Imoen's face.

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Chapter 2

Imoen sat bolt upright at the sound of heavy steps coming down the hallway towards the room. She glanced to towards the window and gasped at the sight of dim red sunlight shining through the panes.

"Amalia! Get up! We fell asleep!" she said in an urgent voice as she shook the elf's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Amalia said groggily as she rolled over and rested her head in Imoen's lap.

"Oh no, we're going to be in so much trouble if Puffguts catches us again," Imoen said as she began to look frantically for her clothes.

"-my best room," a deep voice from just outside the door said. "I hope you enjoy-" Winthrop the innkeeper froze as he opened the door and saw Imoen and Amalia naked in the bed. "What are you two brats doing here?" he roared as he stomped into the room, his considerable bulk shaking the floorboards.

"Winthrop!" Amalia gasped as her eyes snapped open. She looked past him towards a noble man and woman standing in the doorway and blushed as she ducked underneath the sheets. "We're not dressed!" she cried out as Winthrop stomped over to the bed.

"This is what I pay you for, Imoen?" Winthrop yelled as Imoen shrank back against the headboard with the sheets pulled over her breasts.

"I'm really sorry," Imoen said. "I was just taking a break."

"A break?!" Winthrop shouted. He growled and threw his hands up in the air. "Bah, get your clothes back on and finish your chores. I'm sorry about this, my lord. I'll make sure that you get the best room in the inn," he said as he turned back towards the nobles.

"I say, do they come with the room? Because I'm quite willing to accommodate them if they wish to stay the night-" the nobleman began. His words cut off sharply as his wife rammed her elbow into his stomach. "Yes, yes," the noble wheezed. "Show us to our room then."

"I'm going to be in so much trouble," Amalia whimpered as she peeked out from under the sheets. "Gorion is going to kill me."

"Oh, no he won't," Imoen said as she slid out of the bed and stretched languorously, her naked skin glowing in the light of the setting sun. "Just be glad that he never found out about those Sunites."

Amalia blushed as she tried to snag her dress from the floor without exposing herself. She still couldn't believe that she had agreed to spend the night with Imoen and those priests. What they had done for most of the night certainly didn't seem priestly.

"Oh, stop," Imoen said as she picked up the dress and handed it to Amalia. "Why are you so bashful around me? It's not like this is the first time we've done this."

"I'm sorry," Amalia said as she ducked back under the sheets to pull on her dress. "I-I don't know why I came here. I was just passing by when I got the urge to see you." Imoen heard the elf sigh. "I'm acting like a whore."

"What?" Imoen said in dismay as she sat down next to Amalia and kissed the elf on the cheek. "No, you're not."

"But I do things like this and-"

"You only do something like this once a month at most," Imoen said as she brushed a stray lock of Amalia's reddish-gold hair from her forehead. "Maybe not even that much. In any case, I don't think just having sex makes you like a whore."

"But that time with the Sunites-"

"One time! And they do that sort of stuff all the time. Holy rites or something. You're probably an honorary priestess now."

"I-I guess," Amalia said hesitantly. She gave Imoen a small smile and pecked the human on the lips before hopping out of the bed. "Now can you help me find my spectacles? I thought I had them in my pocket."

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Amalia bolted upright, her face shining with sweat in the moonlight. She looked around her small room and ran a trembling hand through her reddish-gold hair.

"Oh, what, what's happening?" she whispered to herself as she looked down at the sweat soaked nightgown that clung to her body. "Why-?" She moaned to herself as she ran a hand down her chest and under the covers.

Amalia gasped as her fingers danced across her clit. The elf shook her head as she fell backwards onto the bed, her hair fanning out across her pillow. She began to slowly pull up the hem of her nightgown. "Stop," she whispered in a faint voice as she felt her fingers slowly slide into her quim. "Ahhh, gods," she moaned as her legs spread further and she bucked her hips upward.

Her free hand moved to the bodice of her nightgown and pulled sharply, pulling the neckline of the diaphanous cloth down and exposing the elf's breasts to the cool night air. Amalia thrashed, her legs tangling in the sheets as she ferociously clutched and squeezed at her breasts. Her sweat damp skin shone in the moonlight as she jerked her legs apart and moved her hand down in one sudden rush.

Her eyes widened as she felt her fingers slide into her quim, and began to lift her hips upward. Her fingers began to pump furiously as her other hand slid over her body, roughly squeezing and pinching at her breasts and nipples before sliding down to rub at her clit. Amalia whimpered and turned her head to bury her face in her pillow as she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips from the bed in a series of rapid upward thrusts. The muscles in her slender calves and belly tensed as she shrieked out her climax into the pillow before collapsing back to the bed. Sweat shown on her flushed skin.

Amalia stood on shaky legs and stumbled to the door, barely managing to close it as she walked into the hallway beyond.

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Imoen giggled and kissed Terus deeply, their tongues lightly dancing as they lay side by side on Imoen's bed. Terus slid his hand further up Imoen's shirt and cupped her breast, his thumb lightly stroked her nipple as he used his other hand to push her shirt up. Imoen raised her hands above her head as the guard pulled her shirt off and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing.

"I love you, Imoen," Terus mumbled as he took Imoen's breast into his mouth. His tongue slid around her already stiff nipple as he sucked on her soft flesh. His hands were busy clutching and kneading her other breast as Imoen ran her fingers through his hair, and moaned in pleasure.

"Shut up," Imoen giggled as his teeth grazed over her nipple. "I don't care about love. Just fuck me now."

Terus grinned as he slid up her naked body to kiss her again as she spread her thighs apart for him. He lifted himself above Imoen before pressing his manhood against her quim. Imoen moaned in approval as she hooked her deet around his thighs. She reached down between them to guide him into her. They both groaned as his hot spear slowly sank into her hot passage.

Imoen's hands reached up to grab Terus's shoulders as he slowly pushed deeper into her. With one more push, she felt his crotch against her clit and knew he was all the way inside her. He paused above her for a moment, smiling down, and then began to pull out slowly. Imoen panted and kissed him again as he began a slow, steady motion of his cock in and out of her quim. She felt herself nearly there when he reared back and began to grunt with each increasingly hard thrust.

Imoen arched her back and wrapped her legs tighter around him as he furiously thrust into her. With one final thrust, his hips stilled and he groaned. Imoen felt his shaft twitch and hot seed filling her. He continued to thrust again as best he could, trying to bring her to climax before his cock became soft. Imoen gasped with each motion as heat filled her body, and she shuddered with a delicious climax.

"Mmm, that was great," Imoen said as she kissed Terus.

He was about to say something when they both heard the door to Imoen's small room open. Terus looked up in shock and pulled out of Imoen as her feet fell to the bed and she tried to pull the sheets up over their sweating bodies.

"Amalia!" Imoen yelled as the elf walked to the bed. "What are you doing?"

They both stared at the elven woman a moment, before she let her sweat-soaked nightgown drop to the floor. Imoen noticed how stiff Amalia's nipples were and how flushed her skin was as the elf climbed onto the bed between them. Both were frozen with shock and concern as Amalia pulled aside the sheets and stared at Terus's cock, still shining with Imoen's juices and his own seed.

"Amalia, you aren't going to tell anyone-" he started to say before groaning in pleasure as Amalia leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Imoen asked as she watched Amalia slowly take Terus's entire thick length into her mouth and throat.

The elf seemed to have no trouble taking the human's cock into her throat, something Imoen had never been able to do. Imoen watched in amazement as Amalia pulled back and let Terus's cock fall from her lips before licking it one last time to catch the last trace of his seed. The elf smiled faintly and licked her lips before she turned and stared at Imoen's pussy, glistening with her juices and Terus's cum visible between her open labia.

"Amalia, jeez, why are you here?" Imoen said as Terus fell back onto the bed.

Amalia looked up at Imoen with hooded eyes. Was it her imagination, or did Amalia's blue eyes seem more purple? The elf said nothing as she pushed Imoen's thighs apart and bent down between them. Imoen bit her lip in anticipation as Amalia stuck out her tongue and lapped at the seed dribbling from Imoen's slit. Amalia's head bobbed slightly as she licked the outside of Imoen's pussy clean and then pushed her tongue deeper inside.

Imoen fell back against the headboard and closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of the beautiful elf pleasuring her. When she opened her eyes she saw Terus kneeling behind Amalia, his cock hard once again. The man grabbed the elf's ass roughly with one hand, spurred on by nearly uncontrollable lust. He used his other hand to position himself against the elf's quim and pushed in to the hilt. Imoen felt Amalia grunt and felt her fingers tightening on Imoen's thighs. The human looked down and saw Amalia's head moving faster as she continued to lick Imoen's quim. Imoen reached down and buried her hands in Amalia's mane of golden-red hair, urging the elf on as she began to moan with each motion of Amalia's tongue.

Terus looked up to meet Imoen's eyes and they could both see the disbelief at the situation. He looked down at the smooth curve of Amalia's back and ran his hands over her lower back and then underneath to cup her small breasts. He squeezed them roughly as he leaned over Amalia's back and continued to pump his cock into her.

Imoen began to cry out as she felt herself rising to another climax. Her hands tugged at Amalia's hair and she thrust her pussy against the elf's mouth. Behind Amalia she could see Terus hunched over the elf, his hips moving rapidly as he fucked the elf. He reared back and grabbed her hips with both hands as he slapped his crotch against her ass. He gasped and poured his hot seed into her the elf. Imoen felt Amalia scream as she climaxed. The situation was so erotic and unexpected, Imoen's orgasm exploded. She collapsed back against the headboard with Amalia still between her thighs.

Imoen watched in a daze as Amalia crawled up her body and kissed her. She tasted the mingled seed of Terus and her own juices on Amalia's lips and tongue. Imoen reached behind Amalia and wrapped her arms around the elf as Terus moved up to lie beside them. His hands stroked Amalia and Imoen's sweaty skin. Imoen noticed that Amalia had already fallen asleep on her, and grinned at Terus.

"Do you think we can do this every time?" he said with a wide smile.

The End

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