Seeding Midnight, Epilogue

Blingdenstone. The first place that Relan and his companions- his lovers, he supposed- could feel truly safe. So close to leaving the Underdark. He still felt a little injured from the great struggle at Xorlarrin Manor all those weeks ago. Had it really been only a month? Surviving in the Underdark in the exhausted, beat up condition they had been in had been difficult indeed, but Thrali's practicality and Izzara's Drow senses and lore had been vital in keeping him alive.

It seemed...poetic, perhaps, that after all he had done to try and save them, it was they who ended up saving him, and guiding him here.

A City full of svirfneblin, or Deep Gnomes, Blingdenstone was the closest thing to a refuge and a safe haven for escaped slaves and non-Drow in this part of the Underdark. The leader of the Deep Gnomes here, the Honoured Burrow Warden, had reluctantly taken them in, despite the trouble it might bring with the Drow. Apparently this was not the first time they had given shelter to someone fleeing the insidious Drow's captivity.

Still, as he gazed out over the Mushroom Farms, he was struck by the odd synthesis of two ways of living. Whilst still part of this dark and forbidding underworld, the Gnomes managed to live in a peace and order that was painfully reminisicent of his home above. They kept no slaves, they used no dark magics, and they did not practice a life of decadent and sadism. Indeed, he grinned wryly, he rather suspected that they frowned on a man like him being with two women, especially two women of different races. Though perhaps that was simply jealousy.

But he could not think too ill of the Gnomes. They were good people, and they had agreed to lead them to the surface in a few days time. He only wished he could repay these kind folk in some way, but beyond the Bulette giant lizards they had ridden to get here, they had no coinage or materials of value.

"Relan? come to bed dear, its the middle of the night." A soft voice called.
He chuckled. "How can you tell, Izzara? And it doesnt seem to deter the Gnomes from continuing their labours."
"They work in shifts, silly. And if you don't get rest you'll be of no use to anyone."
He turned, seeing the grey outline in the doorway of the hovel that they had been graciously loaned. It was small, but cosy. He once again marvelled at the drow maiden's lithe figure, hidden only by a bedsheet clutched tightly around her supple frame.

"If you insist. It is getting a bit chilly out here. Perhaps you two could warm me up?"
Izzara sighed with playful exasperation. "I would have thought all those weeks being exhausted by travel and hard...labour with my mother would leave you without appetite for such things."
"No, it only enflamed them more. What I did then I did without choice. This....this we do because we are free."
"That and you are an irrepessably horny man." She batted him playfully.

Striding back into the hovel, he noted that the last embers in the fireplace were glowing dully. It would indeed be a cold night...if not for the two women sharing his bed-roll on the floor.
Thrali looked up sleepily. "Sleepless again, Relan?" She muttered grumpily.
"Just restless, I guess. Eager to be free. To sample the tastes of sunlight, surface and..." He smiled.
She looked at him. "Again?" She pushed herself up on one elbow, revealing her muscled half-orcish frame and ripe cleavage.

He slid in beside his two lovers, companions he had rescued in dire circumstances. At first he hadn’t been sure if his feelings for them were love, infatuation, or simply the desperate need of a man adrift in a strange place, eager for companionship wherever it could be found.

However, his experiences with Thrali had convinced him that he loved her. True, few on the surface would ever consider a half-orc someone theyd fall in love with, imagining them all to be ugly brutes and matrons. Yet for all her strength, she was a surprisingly soft and delicate woman, with a hidden well of compassion and understanding. She was no bruiser, he knew, but someone who had endured a lifetime of sexual slavery whilst maintaining a hidden, inner self full of passion.

He wrapped one arm around her broad shoulders, feeling her nuzzle up against him, her hot breath on his cool skin. He brushed his fingers idly through her thick, matted brown hair, which had grown long and unkempt during their sojourn in the Underdark’s wilderness.

“We ought to give you a proper pampering, Thrali dear. Izzara can borrow a brush from the Gnome’s wives.” He teased.
“You try and next time you ask me to service you it won’t just be my tongue wrapped around your cock, but my fangs.” She grinned, revealing her sharp pointed teeth.

“I think the wild look suits her.” Izzara joined in.  Initially she had been awkward, burdened by the shock and grief of the circumstances that had led to their escape. But she had adjusted remarkably quickly to their circumstances, and revealed that despite her doubts and lack of confidence, she was a born survivor, and could adjust to this new life, both rougher and freer than the gilded cage of being a Matron’s daughter.
The drow slipped in next to Relan, her thin, sleek body pressing against his, her nipples brushing against his back, her lips gently kissing his neck as her own arms wrapped around his broad neck.

“Now this is more like it...” He couldn’t keep from grinning. Despite all that happened, to be sandwiched between two beautiful women who loved him, who had shared sorrow and strife with him...he sighed. Would he have done things differently, if he had known all those months ago, that seeking that damned treasure in the Undermountain would lead him here?

As he felt Izzara’s petite buds rub up and down against his back, and Thrali’s rough but gentle hands sliding down his chest and curling around his cock, he didn’t think so. Yes, he’d lost friends, but they had died doing something they had chosen to do. He had chosen, as a free man, to fall into the Underdark, thinking he would die.
And if he had learnt anything from his time with the Matron, it was how good it was to be free. Well, that, and some neat little tricks he could employ with his two companions.

Slowly he reached out his hand, sliding into the space between Izzara’s thighs, stroking her clit, feeling her shiver and emit a catlike mew as he continued to rub her sex, the tips of his fingers brushing against her folds.  As he did this, Thrali lowered herself beneath the covers, her mouth breezing across the tip of his shaft, her tongue teasing the air like a snakes, lapping at his cock before writhing it along the head and length.

He gasped in delight as he felt the shock of it, tingles running through his own body as she began to practice that art she had spent a lifetime mastering. She had always been foremost an oral slave, but now she put those skills to use on someone she cared about, and despite herself she found it quite enjoyable.

Thrali continued, taking his normal-sized manhood inside her mouth, carefully adjusting herself so that her fangs did not jab or rub too much against him, but rather added to the stimulation. She coiled her tongue as she suckled him, sliding back and forth along his length, slithering and slurping him with obvious relish.

Relan bucked against the bed as Thrali worked her magic down below, and he focused instead on pleasuring Izzara, his free hand cupping a delicious small breast as the other fingered her more vigorously,  pushing past her folds and sliding deep into her honeypot.
The drow continued to mew and moan, shivering under his touch, and she wrapped herself tighter, kissing him passionately along the neck before locking her luscious lips with his. He felt her tongue writhe against his, and he looked up into her screwed up eyes. Where had she learned to kiss with such passion? He grinned when he considered the answer. Thrali had taught her.

Breaking the passionate kiss, leaving them both breathless, he moved carefully- not wanting to jam his manhood too far down Thrali’s throat, turning on his side. He rolled his tongue over the drow’s hardening nipples,  nipping and sucking at them playfully as he massaged her breasts with one hand and jilled her with the other. Her hips  jerk as the sensations continue to wash through her,  and he began to fill suction pulling at his fingers as he upped the tempo of his drilling, sliding in and out of her wet pussy with increasing urgency.

Thrali opened herself further, taking him fully within her, sliding all the way down his lengthy manhood. He felt like he was going to explode, his erection straining to empty itself inside of her throat.

Thin trickles of cum began to run past Relan’s fingers, as Izzara began to convulse beneath his touch, her muscles clenching and unclenching tightly as she writhed in orgasm, letting loose a cute yelp of pleasure, before she sunk back against the pillows, shuddering all over, a dreamy smile on her flushed face.
Relan felt his own climax rising, but with masterful timing Thrali slid away, a thin sliver of saliva stretching and breaking from her mouth to his well-lubricated cock. “Aaah...I was so close.” He felt himself throbbing, the pressure intense.
She smiled at him as she wiped some precum from her lips. “I know. But I want something more from you than your seed in my throat.” She  reared up, throwing the covers back, revealing her full, glistening green body, taut muscles and plump breasts jutting proudly.
Izzara rolled over too. “I want some more too.” She grinned, her limber frame belying the energy within, as she greedily kissed him again.

Distracted, he didn’t see but felt as Thrali slid herself down his cock yet again, but with a different, tighter set of lips. She shuddered and moaned throatily as she wrapped herself firmly around his blade, sheathing him within her slippery folds. She rode him with a frenzy, as Izzara caressed his hairy chest, running her delicate hands over his body, kissing him all over, before straddling his face. “Hey! You’re blocking my view of Thrali.” He teased, as he looked up at Izzara’s wet shiny vagina, her juices still oozing, and her body shiny with sweat. She looked down at him, her legs spread across his shoulders and pinning his arms.

“I want you to lick all that juice out that you made me spill.” She giggled, as she slid herself over his mouth, and he felt her raw scent fill his nose. It was not a choking pungence, however, and he did not feel like he was in danger of drowning. This was not like when he had wrestled with the “Crotch Destroyer” in Menzoberranzan for the amusement of sadistic Drow.

He remembered it was Izzara he was eating out, and it gave him comfort. Sometimes he wondered how Thrali was able to take him inside her mouth, when she had been commanded to perform such services so many times in her life, without choice. But choice...choice empowered them. Sex could still be pleasurable when done between people you knew you could trust, knew had suffered as you had, and understood on an intimate level the difference between this love-making and the compelled acts preformed with or for masters.

He felt her budding clit within his mouth, his tongue writhing over, uncaring for the slight fuzz she had grown in their weeks of travel. A man who baulked at a little hair in his honey wouldn’t get much pleasure in the wilds of faerun.  Thick trickles of her juice slide down his throat warmly, feeling and tasting like strong musky nectar, as he lapped greedily.

Thrali continued to ride him, her tight snatch convulsing around his painfully erect shaft. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Izzara, her thick hands easily cupping the drow’s apple-sized breasts, playfully squeezing them.

“Ah! You too?” She mewed, and Relan almost lost himself there, as the two women writhed on top of him, Thrali’s hands kneading and rubbing Izzara’s petite breasts, without breaking stride as she continued to rhythmically pump up and down on his rod.

Finally, he could restrain it no more. He erupted, his seed pumping forth like liquid jets, spraying inside Thrali with powerful force. The jet-spray of cum triggered her own climax, and she let out a roar of pleasure, her breasts  rubbing against Izzara as she shuddered with pleasure, her human lover’s semen swirling within her.
Izzara’s own rush of fluids shuddered again into his mouth not long after, and she fell sideways onto the bed, exhausted from a second jarring climax. Relan gasped for breath, the explosive force of his ejaculation emptying him and leaving him tingling for a moment.

Thrali slowly disentangled herself from him, his cum and her own oozing from within her as she did so, staining the bedsheets and sliding down his leg. He looked up at her with fondness. “You think the seed will take?”
She snorted wearily. “I have some herbs, from the Gnomes. It seems they anticipated my need for them.” She slid into bed next to him. “Still feeling restless?” Her warm, heaving chest pressed against him, and he looked into her deep, amber eyes, radiating with love.

“I think I’m spent for the night...”He turned to see Izzara, sprawled naked over the bed, her lithe ebony curves rising and falling gently.
He reached out an arm, pulling her over, and was surprised to see she had fallen into a light sleep already, her face plastered with a dreamiy expression. He held her close, brushing his fingers gently through her white hair.
“No goodnight kiss?” Thrali pouted, and he chuckled quietly, not wishing to awaken Izzara. He leaned over, his mouth still sticky from Izzara’s juices, and gave his half-orc lover a long sensuous kiss. She seemed to enjoy sharing these things...with him, and with her former mistress’s daughter. He got the feeling that Thrali and Izzara were sometimes much more direct in sharing affections when he was preoccupied or absent.

Stroking Izzara’s tousled hair gently as he snuggled close to Thrali, he looked up into the darkness of the hovel. He had gotten so used to darkness, a permanent sense of night, rarely broken by the glow of ceiling crystals or luminescent fungi. Yet every time he was with them he could forget entirely this depressing, gloomy place and its dangers. When joined with his two companions, they were all one, in love and in lust, and unafraid.
Whatever the surface brought, he thought, it could not separate the bonds they had forged. Whether he ever adventured again or not, he would never give up hope again, or abandon these two companions- no, soul mates- he had made.
He closed his eyes, and tried to let sleep take him. He faded into sleep, the stillness of the air broken only by the sound of his two partner’s gentle breathing, and the rhythm of their hearts felt through their flesh pressed against him.

He dreamed, of long fields beneath a bright sun in the height of spring. Ahead was a long road. To his side, in lock-step, were the two women he had brought with him, out of darkness.
They strode into the sunlight.

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