The following story is based on Forgotten Realms by Wizards of the Coast, Inc, information of which should be easy to find if you're unfamiliar with it. Feedback would be very much appreciated, but I'd prefer if pointing out mistakes in "the facts" would be left to a minimum. This is fantasy, after all. :)
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Rogar was a great warrior who had built a palace on the slopes of the Spine of the World with great expense. The surrounding lands, his little empire as he liked to call it, was mostly frozen tundra, a terrain very typical to Icewind Dale, bordered by sheer cliffsides.
Rogar ruled over numerous barbarian and orc tribes who made their home on his lands. Most of them made their living by robbing nearby trade routes, and in exhange for a part of the loot, Rogar left them alone. The tribes knew of his reputation, and they decided to be on friendly terms with him simply because they didn't want to be his enemies. Rogar could also always count on his nomadic subjects to defend his empire whenever need be, because they knew very well that he could and would pay handsomely for their services. This way Rogar even had his own personal army. The palace itself was defended by a small group of mercenaries.
There came a time when Rogar went into war with a single drow house. This was unusual, for usually the drow, or the dark elves, cease their internal quarrels when an outside danger threatens. Apparently the house Rak'dun had started the war, going against the will of the other houses and the goddess Lloth, which in turn had turned their backs on Rak'dun.
The war was a relatively unimpressive squabble, which mainly took place in caverns near Rogar's palace. The caverns led down to the Underdark, making them a considerable threat to Rogar, whose large wealth was highly coveted by many of the creatures inhabiting the dark tunnels.
In one of the deciding battles Rogar himself led an assault against a drow war party. This one was special, however, as it was led by the house's matron mother's youngest daughter, princess Nytharra Rak'dun.
The drow lost the battle, but Nytharra herself was not killed. When Rogar broke through her ranks and her spells axe at hand, he found himself staring into the priestess' eyes and seeing, not hatred he had expected, but fear.
He had no love for the drow, but a small flicker of compassion made him turn the direction of his strike, hitting the woman with the side of his weapon instead of the edge, knocking her unconscious, not killing her.
When Rogar realized who he had captured, he quickly sent a message to the drow, suggesting a truce in exhange for the princess. The matron mother, who had come to understand that the war might very well mean the of her house saw this as way to end the conflict without losing too much face, and accepted.
When Rogar told Nytharra of the turn of events, his captive, to his surprise, pleaded that he wouldn't return her to her family. She knew her mother would consider her either weak or a traitor, and punishment for either of these crimes would be to be sacrificed to Lloth.
When Rogar and Nytharra's oldest sister met on a neutral ground, Rogar told her that unfortunately Nytharra had been killed in an attempt to escape captivity. The drow did not shed tears for her death, instead accepting the truce accompanied by a small gift to compensate the princess's death.
But Nyssara was not dead. Quite the contrary, in fact, as she had started a new life in Rogar's palace.
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Nyssara stood in the doorway of her new home. The concubines' quarters were beautiful, every attempt made to express their builder's wealth. Gold and silver filigree shined on every wall and pillar, and exquisite carpets covered every inch of the floor. Three massive divans could barely be seen under mountains of cushions, and a fountain bubbled into a small pool which had been dug into the center of the room.
Even though lights had been dimmed to accomodate the new inhabitant, Nyssara's eyes hurt. She had just taken off her blindfold, which she had worn most of the way. She had had to wear it due to her sensitive eyes, which were used to dark caverns of Underdark.
Nyssara's features were elvish, with almond shaped gray eyes, slim build and long, pointy ears. Her skin was jet black, and her shoulder length hair was as white as snow. She was over a ninety years old, though for an elf that meant young adult, barely mature.
Nyssara hated the blindfold. Like all drow, she harboured a deep contempt for lesser races, and therefore hated everything that made her look weak in the eyes of the surfacers, who naturally were inferior to her in every respect.
Three young women were eyeing her nervously. They were clothed in the kind of thin silk that makes a man wonder if it's really transparent, or if he's just imagining. Nytharra had to admit that each of the women had some amount of beauty about them, even the two that were very clearly human. The elf could even be called beautiful by drow standards, which were quite high.
"I think introductions are in order." Said Rogar beside her. "This is princess Nytharra Rak'dun, who will be staying with us at least for some time. Yes, she is a dark elf, but don't hold it against her. She has promised to be on her best behaviour, and knows the punishment for hurting anyone in this room."
He turned to Nytharra. "These are my wives, or concubines, whichever you prefer. I want to make it perfectly clear, that they are not my slaves. They are all here voluntarily, just like you are."
"Why are they here, then?" Asked Nytharra.
"Because I'm a very charming man." Said Rogar with a smile. "And also because I provide safety, comfort and luxury to the limits of my wealth. And those limits are rather loose."
Nytharra nodded. The palace did not rival the great houses of the drow, but it was no hovel either. The safety seemed rather attractive too, for there was not too much of that in the Underdark. If the monsters in the tunnels didn't get you, another dark elf almost definitely would. She had barely begun to understand the human culture, but it was dawning to her that another concubine was not likely to stab her in the back to be Rogar's favorite.
Not that there was anything wrong with Rogar. There was crudeness in him, making him quite different from the elven men. He was sturdy, tall, and more muscular than any elf could ever even hope to be. He had brown hair that reached his shoulders, and piercing blue eyes.
But above bove all Rogar was strong, both in body and mind. It radiated off of him, it was part of his very character. The drow had some human slaves serving them, and Nytharra had learned to think of them as fearful, docile and broken creatures. She suddenly realized that if Rogar ever was enslaved like them, he would never be like that. No power in the world could ever do that to him. He would die long before he would break.
The first girl was called Leine. She was a native of the Icewind Dale, a tall, fair-haired tribeswoman. Her eyes were green, and her figure had curves in all the right places. Her lips were full and her breasts large. She might have been a bit simple, but she was always happy and laughed alot. Her devotion to Rogar and the other girls was unquestionable.
Second one was Mitsue. She was also human, though her features somewhat resembled those of the elves. She hailed from Kara-tur, eastern Faerūn. The dark-haired girl was a bit shorter than Leine, but taller than any of the elves. The most striking part of her were her eyes, which were a very vivid shade of brown.
Rogar didn't tell Nytharra how Mitsue had ended up in his harem, and she would later learn that no-one else knew it either. The girls did suspect, however, that Rogar and Mitsue had met during his adventurous youth. The quiet girl was a mystery through and through.
Last one was an elf, Jenia. She was a petite, dark-haired girl, who seemed genuinely frightened of Nytharra. Nytharra, on the other hand, felt mostly angry. The mutual hostility between the drow and the surface elves went back a long time.
She had to admit though, that the girl was stunningly beatiful. Her big, scared eyes and small size made the thought of hurting her feel like kicking a puppy. Not that the dark elves had anything against kicking puppies in general, and had they met under different circumstances, the elf would have been dead already.
"We'll have to talk later." Rogar said to Nytharra after introducing the girls. "You can eat first. Afterwards ask one of the girls to show you the way. I'll be at the spring." And with that he left.
The table had already been set. The food was simple but good. Nytharra hadn't eaten very much during her captivity due to the fear of being poisoned. She had to admit that if Rogar had wanted her dead, he would probably have used less subtle means to accomplish this. Paranoia, however, was a survival trait in the Underdark.
After the meal, during which absolutely no words had been exhanged, Mitsue showed the bedroom. A massive bed was in the middle of it, and Nytharra assumed it was mainly meant for Rogar's visits to his wives. Smaller beds were in alcoves on side of the room. Each of the alcoves also had a curtain for privacy and a small locker for personal items.
Nytharra opened her closet, and to her surprise most of the items that had been taken away from her during her capture were in it. Her hard but light and flexible chain mail, her cloak, assorted jewelry and other personal items. Not her weapons or spell components, though, nor the sacrificial dagger she used when performing rituals for Lloth.
Nytharra felt most comfortable with Mitsue, who didn't seem to care about the colour of her skin. She asked her to take her to the spring Rogar had mentioned. Gently the quiet woman put the blindfold back on, because the lights had only been dimmed in this particular area of the palace, and together they left the concubines' quarters.
The trip wasn't very long. Nytharra soon learned to trust Mitsue's guidance, when she gently directed her through the hallways. They went down two staircases, and suddenly the floor turned from smooth tiles to a rough stone floor. The blindfold was removed, and she realized she was in a long, dark cavern.
"It's too dark for me." Said Mitsue quietly. "The spring is at the end of the cavern. Rogar is waiting for you there." With that, the she turned and went back upstairs.
The air in the cavern was damp and warm, and it got even damper and warmer when she made her way deeper. She started to understand what the spring was; A geothermal hot springs were not completely uncommon in the underground cave systems.
The final passage was so narrow Nytharra had to crouch through it. On the other side was a large cave with a pool of clear water. The hot, damp air made her clothes cling to her body. A few lanterns gave light cave, thick, painted glass boxes had been placed around them to dim them. The resulting light was soft; irritating but not painful.
"This is what made the palace possible." Said Rogar, who was sitting naked on one side of the pool, the water reaching to his chest. "The spring gives heat to the entire palace. It's not poisonous, but I wouldn't drink it in large quantities. We use it to melt the ice from the outside. That way we have constant supply of clean drinking water."
"What was it you wanted from me?" Said Nytharra.
"I wanted to make sure you understand, that you are not a slave." Said Rogar. "You can leave whenever you want, and I will give you some gold and the necessary supplies to survive out on the tundra. I would, however, hope that you would stay here, at least for awhile."
"Why?" Asked Nytharra.
"You might like it." Said Rogar. Then he smiled, before adding: "And we might like you."
"And if I left, where could I possibly go?" Asked Nytharra. Her damp clothes were starting to bother her. She had to keep pulling them off of her skin.
"That you would have to answer yourself." Said Rogar. "I'm giving you one option, but I'm sure there are others. If you're uncomfortable, just take them off."
"Take what off?" Asked Nytharra, a split second before she realized it herself.
"Your clothes of course." Said Rogar. "It's warm in here, you won't need them."
Nytharra hesitated for a moment, but then thought that if it was going to come to it sooner or later, why not sooner? She pulled her shirt off, revealing a set of breasts that made even Rogar, a very experienced womanizer gasp in astonishment. They were absolutely beautiful, not massive, but definitely large and firm. The large nipples were even darker than rest of her skin, making it look almost gray in comparison.
When Nytharra took off her boots and trousers, Rogar felt himself starting to harden. The long legs, firm thighs and round hips were better than he ever could have imagined. She didn't have huge muscles for a warrior, but she was obviosly in good shape. Rogar could barely contain his excitment when she started to peel down her underpants.
Smiling mischievosly, Nytharra turned away from him before taking the last item of her clothing off. Rogar looked at her well shaped butt when she bent down. Finally she turned towards him, arms at sides, without even a slightest trace of shame about her naked flesh. Rogar thought her body was like perfection itself. A small sliver of pubic hair was as white as the hair on her head.
"Why don't you come here next to me?" Asked Rogar. "The water is warm."
Nytharra smiled and stepped into the pool. The water was hot, but not scalding, and there was a slight sulphuric smell to it. She noticed that the pool's bottom and sides had been carved smooth, providing excellent footing, and a solid stone step ran along the side of it, on which Rogar was sitting on.
She sat next to Rogar, who put his arm around her and pulled her against him. She felt his skin touching hers. It felt good. The warm water nearly reached her neck now. She slowly ran her hand over his chest, abs, finally reaching the base of his penis.
The huge member was standing rigid. Nytharra smiled and circled her hand around it, caressing his testicles. Rogar leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then on the cheek, on the neck, before finallying pressing his lips against hers. Their tongues touched. Nytharra pressed her body completely against his side.
Nytharra's hand on Rogar's penis started to move upwards, making it twitch. Rogar placed his hand on to her breast, massaging it gently. Their lips were still locked together, their tongues probing into eachother's territories, their salivas mixing. Finally Nytharra's hand closed around Rogar's tip, and a sudden rub made Rogar jump and exhale rabidly.
Rogar pressed his thumb against Nytharra's nipple, causing a small yelp of pleasure. He started to rub her nipple, while Nytharra was slowly moving her hand up and down on his member. They had both completely given in to their passion, grinding their bodies against eachother.
Suddenly Rogar stood up and lifted Nytharra on to his arms, out of the water. He sat her down on the edge of the pool and spread her legs. His hand pressed against her chest, pushing her down, on to her back. She didn't know what he was about to do, but she was sure she'd like it.
Rogar placed his finger on the small white bush between her legs. Gently he caressed her swollen lips and tickled the sensitive bud. Nytharra quivered, her breathing becoming heavier. The dark elf wanted nothing more than to have this arrogant human inside her, to be completely his.
Nytharra felt Rogar lift her legs up and place her thighs on his shoulders. The man brought his face close to her pussy, and the woman could feel his hot breath on her crotch. She lifted head up and looked directly at Rogar, who smiled at her. She bit her lip in anticipation when Rogar slowly moved towards her pussy.
Rogar pushed his tongue deep into Nytharra's cunt, tasting her sweet juices. Nytharra began to moan as Rogar licked her lips, her clit, stuck his tongue deep into her and pulled it back out again. When Rogar pushed his index finger into her, her moans turned into screams. She crossed her legs behind the man's back, pulling him into herself.
After a few minutes of this, Nytharra let out a groan of absolute pleasure as she felt a how wave run through her entire body. Her back arched from the floor and her thighs tightened around Rogar's head. She pushed her hand into Rogar's hair while rubbing her nipple with the other. Rogar didn't ease up during her orgasm, if anything he only munched her with increased vigor, making her spasm and moan even harder.
Finally Nytharra relaxed with a deep sigh of delight. She was still gently caressing her nipple, her legs hanging limp on Rogar's shoulder. Rogar was massaging and kissing her thighs and lower abs. Nytharra enjoyed the caresses in a state of post-orgasmic relaxation.
Rogar stood up, spreading Nytharra's legs enough for his pelvis to be on level with hers. Nytharra saw that his cock was even bigger than before, the purple head swollen to enormous size. Her limpness was fading away, making room for even greater arousal than before. She couldn't wait to have that massive organ fill her cunt completely, to feel it penetrate deep into her.
Rogar pushed the tip of the member into her, feeling the woman becoming tense. The feeling of the head entering the dark elf made Rogar gasp. He held it there for a while, slowly gyrating his hips, causing shivers to run through both of their bodies.
After a while, which seemed like an eternity to Nytharra, Rogar took a firm hold of her hips and pulled her into the pool. In one fluid motion Nytharra slid through the surface of the water into Rogar's awaiting lap, just like his massive rod slid deep into her.
Rogar was now sitting on the stone step again, and Nytharra was straddling him. Their tongues became entangled as yet another passionate kiss was exhanged, and Nytharra could taste a faint hint of her own juices in Rogar's saliva. The shaft embedded in her slit was hard and smooth, and it was exactly where she wanted it to be.
Looking directly into Rogar's eyes, Nyssara started to move up and down on his rigid member. Slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. She had never had anything that big inside her, and it felt better than she could have ever imagined.
As she became more and more excited, the speed of her motions increased rabidly. Water splashed around her as she bounced on his cock in total ecstasy. Her breathing turned into a quiet whimpering, then into progressively louder moaning, until finally she was screaming loudly with each thrust. A few times during Nytharra frenzied lovemaking Rogar grabbed her rear with both hands, lifted her nearly off his pole, then slammed her back down.
When Nytharra came again, she pushed her face against Rogar's shoulder and neck. Rogar nibbled the lobe of her pointy ear, at the same time stroking the hot skin of her back and buttocks. He slowly moved his cock inside Nytharra's cunt, getting quiet moans in response.
Rogar decided it was time for his own climax. He was surprised he had lasted this long with the beautiful elf's silken slit squeezing his manhood. Gently he lifted the girl off him despite her weak protests as he slid out of her. He stood on the bottom of the pool, placing Nytharra on her knees on the step, facing the wall.
He reached down to her crotch from the front with his hand, guiding the hard cock into her pussy from behind. Nytharra had her cheek against the wall. She was exhausted; her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Before she had time to catch her breath, Rogar was once again inside her cunt.
Rogar did long, deep strokes. He reached around the body of the tired girl, grabbing her breast with his other hand. The other one slid down her abs to her cunt, where it started to tickle her little clit. The dark elf started to moan again.
After a few minutes Rogar started to increase the pace of his thrusts. Nytharra's moans increased in intensity as the human was slamming her with all of his strength. She leaned against his chest, making his thrusts almost completely vertical. He kissed her neck, rubbed her breast with his other hand, her clit with the other, and each thrust he made lifted her knees of the stone surface.
Finally Rogar felt his climax coming. He bent the elf down, pushing her cheek back against the stone wall to get more strength to his last few thrusts. With both of hands pressed tightly against her butt, he pushed deep into her, letting out an ecstatic groan.
Rogar's thick creamy semen blasting into Nytharra sensitive cunt was what set her off for one last time. They came together, the pleasure of both increasing each other's own. Nytharra's toes curled and hands bunched into fists as the third and most powerful orgasm ravaged her slender body.
Rogar held still for a moment, before pulling his already softening penis out. He turned Nytharra around and gave her a soft kiss that lasted for a long time. He sat her down on the step and then sat next to her.
Nytharra snuggled under Rogar's arm, noticing that she had forgotten about every emotion she had had before. She was no longer scared, angry or paranoid, just very, very pleased. There was no place she would have rather been in, than cuddled against Rogar's chest.
Finally the exhaustion and the warmth surrounding her won over, and she fell into a deep sleep. Rogar got dressed, wrapped the elf in a soft towel, and carried her back to the concubines' quarters. There he gently laid her down on her bed and pulled the covers over her. He watched the sleeping elf for some time, feeling deep affection for her.
Finally he kissed Nytharra on the forehead, closed the curtain in front of her bed, and left. On the way out he met the other girls.
"Is she going to stay?" Asked Leine. Rogar realized that the answer they were hoping for would be 'no'. Leine was obviosly nervous, Jenia even scared. Even Mitsue, who usually paid little notice to people around her was looking at him, awaiting his reply.
"She didn't give a definite answer." He said. Then he continued, smiling. "But if I had to guess, I'd say yes."
There was a silence that lasted long after Rogar had left. Finally it was broken by Leine.
"Oh, bloody hell." She said.
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