Descent Into Darkness - Drow Love: A Gift

Drow Love

He felt electrified, overwhelmed even, by the woman beneath him. The rhythm of their bodies matched his heartbeat, hard and fast. As they continued to grind mercilessly away, Vesz'aun began to blissfully reflect upon the fact that he loved such pleasure in all its many forms. There was something so gratifying in hearing a woman moan and beg for more; to him, sex was his art and a bed was his throne. He had all the power during intercourse and many women sought him out to feel such satisfaction. It was the fiercely independent women that were the greatest conquests, however, as it was all about breaking them through their needs and desires.

Considering how many women there had been in his life Vesz'aun never grew attached to any of them. Even with the Curse on him he would always end things the same way: by severing the source of the emotion, ending her life. Sometimes he wondered how many--if any--had cared about him. Were they the one's who had the most shock on their faces as he sliced their throats or plunged several inches of steel into their chests?

Still lost in his thoughts, Vesz'aun failed to stop himself from being rolled onto his back. His focus returned swiftly enough as the lure of a soft dusky voice drew his attention and a gentle weight pressed against him; naked flesh touching naked flesh. "I cannot believe I have deflated my partner so soon. Perhaps the stomach position is better... should I get my strap-on?"

Vesz'aun grinned as he grabbed the female's dainty wrists and attempted to yank her down for a kiss, but all he got was a mouthful of red hair. He could feel the muscles in her arms tense as she fought to break his hold. Vesz'aun chuckled as he sat up, brushing red and white strands from his field of view, only to see a pair of amber eyes glaring at him in challenge. He did appreciate such a challenge and Xull'rae was the toughest one yet.

She was funny, smart, and wise; strong and beautiful and fiercely independent, yet amazing with her social skills when necessary. Vesz'aun struggled to find the words for what he was feeling, but a simple touch of Xull'rae's fingers on his lips silenced the attempt. That touch calmed him, soothed his savage beast, in great contrast to the heated passion it had elicited some time earlier. Her smile pleased him, a smile that was for him alone; one that wrapped her lips in softness and made her face glow.

Xull'rae moved slightly, but Vesz'aun was ensnared by her eyes, causing him to be wary. Those eyes, like glittering gems, saw his soul and unveiled every secret he held. Her lips parted sensually and he leaned in to kiss them when a sudden pressure, a good pressure, connected to his manhood. Vesz'aun stiffened a little as Xull'rae's hand was assisting it as she squatted on top of him. A nice fit was made as he slid right into her moist folds.

Vesz'aun laid back and gently took a hold of her hips. Xull'rae began with a slow roll after feeling his guiding touch. Crimson eyes watched her every move, admiring all of her. Xull'rae's dark skin glistened with sweat; the droplets dripped off her erect nipples each time those proud breasts bounced. When she arched her back, he could see all the subtle curves of her stomach and hips. Fascination struck him as her thighs rippled when they lifted and brought her back down. He met her movements perfectly, rewarding her shapely legs for their hard work by raising his hips to meet her downward thrust, adding depth to her shallow technique.

Xull'rae gave a quiet moan with each buck of his hips. Vesz'aun felt a thrilling sensation rush down to his groin as Xull'rae threw back her head. Thick coppery hair flew everywhere, tickling his legs, and surrounded them in a small blanket of red. Such an exquisite body she had. The soft flesh of her neck enticed him, his eyes drawn there by the single streak of white which stood out in that mane of fiery tresses. Without disrupting her, waiting until her strong legs brought her back down from the lifted position, he gently sat up to nuzzle and suckle her neck. Xull'rae giggled quietly and embraced him. Her delicate fingers grazed up and down his muscled back as he cupped her firm, round butt and gave a hard squeeze. Xull'rae's giggle turned into sweet delighted laughter as she pulled back slightly and took a forward plunge. Vesz'aun breathed in deep; she smelled so good, like sweet candy and melons but she tasted like salt and sex. His bombarded senses made him swell in deeper desire for her. The sound of her happiness aroused him more than the act of the sex itself. Her womanhood was soaked and the tension in her body rose. She quivered and her breathing came in soft yet quick raspy gasps. Xull'rae was ready to release.

Vesz'aun knew he should have savored this moment, but then he realized it wasn't a conquest. This was a mutual feeling between them and it left him on fire, yearning for more. It wasn't sex anymore; he could calculate sex. Was this what non-drow called love making? This certainly was intense and profound; it felt more than good, it felt right.

Vesz'aun tenderly held Xull'rae as he ravished her neck and breasts with a newly found hunger when an amazing sensation enveloped him and left no part of him untouched. It was indescribable as if it were more a mental than a physical contact. Their souls collided and he could feel Xull'rae. He experienced her passion, ecstasy, and the peace that seemed to be at the center of these burning emotions. There wasn't a need and not a want, the feeling was just honest and loving and his spirit sang back the same chorus.

He never felt so alive or so self aware, not only of himself but of Xull'rae's thoughts and feelings as well. It was euphoric... and dangerous.

Before he could stop that thought, the walls came up. Don't get attached. Kill her! Now!

Vesz'aun felt his hands go for Xull'rae's swan neck and clamp down. Xull'rae never noticed and if she did, she did not care as she never broke their body slapping. Vesz'aun dared to look at her and found her smiling at him, that beautiful mysterious smile he adored.

He tightened his grip.

Xull'rae cupped his face and drew him in.

Vesz'aun paused, stunned by the understanding in her gaze. Then they closed and he could feel her warm choking breaths on his face. He loosened his grip and fiercely kissed her lips. Their tongues battled and when his invade her throat, warmth leaked over his groin in a quick spurt. Xull'rae had climaxed while they kissed. The ache he held was let go and he too finished, but it wasn't over. Why did she have to return it? He didn't want this!

Vesz'aun lunged at her but she never defended herself as she fell backward with him on top, big hands wrapped around her tiny throat. He pressed down on her hard and all she did was stare at him with those shining eyes, so calm, and accepting as her purplish skin turned darker. Her red hair splayed out like a fan, the shade that caused his attraction, yet all he could feel was anger. Vesz'aun's gut felt ice cold and his heart hammered painfully in his chest.

The smile on her lovely features turned ghostly and tears leaked from the sides of her eyes as life ebbed away from her. She felt so warm and inviting still. He screamed in torment as her eyes haunted him....

Vesz'aun was still screaming as he bolted upright. He stopped and looked around. It had all been a dream. Xull'rae was not here, but it had been real, a memory. Except the last part, that was what he should have done. Instead he had let her go into reverie. When he awoke her from a bad memory she gave him head in thanks then fell asleep on his chest, but not before whispering "I love you" to him.

Why had he pretended to sleep? He had the Curse then, but whatever passed between them was real too. It felt like magic but they had said nothing nor moved their hands in any way except to caress as they kissed. She would have called it a spiritual connection but he was not a believer in such things. Whatever it was, it haunted his rest every night.

He was now free of his curse, but apparently not of Xull'rae. She plagued him like an infectious disease. Drawing in a shaky breath he wiped the sweat from his face and nearly wept from the anguish that had settled inside of him ever since he left Sshamath, left her... with that bald-ass bastard.

Fresh anger caused Vesz'aun to shove the whore beside him off the bed. The body hit the floor with a thud and did not move. Blood spatter had stained the walls and sheets; he took no notice as he slowly got dressed and left money on the bedside table, stepping on the dyed red hair of the corpse.

He would stop running and face his fears. He would return to Sshamath and finish what he started and fight for what was his, cutting down all those in his way or he would die gloriously in the attempt with his dignity and the knowledge that he was free.

The End