Chapter 7: Semsì

"The era of the Elves began when the Queen of the Elves, a woman whose name is remembered and memorialized in the island of Alina, brought together the island under a single banner. Queen Alin'at'acto was the first to consolidate power over the fledgeling tribes of Elves that called the island home and after her expansion into the First Empire of Alina, her empire that controlled the entire Kearap Ocean and a large portion of The Hook." -Excerpt of Kieva's Mythological History

The sun had yet to set when we got to The Tower. The city, while smaller than Rency, was still a major player of trade along the Siregal River. During the times before the Republic, the city was known to hold the bridge hostage to trade they found 'unbecoming' to either side of the river. In the center of the city, overlooking the bridge and the western wall, was the massive tower that it got its namesake from. The Tower was older than me and maybe even my father, though the republic is only four hundred thirty eight or so now, give or take whenever you count the actual signing of the Liguites Naturates. 

By the time the sun set, I had retreated into a room, which I had purchased for myself, though upon arrival it seemed that the innkeeper lied about the size of the bed. I should have known better for the price. 

As if on cue, my arm began to burn and the elven script and intricate designs lit up a bright purple. The slight pain was worth a night with her. The ritual was a blood ritual, after all.

"This is nice of you." Her voice seemed rather amused as I turned to see her sitting on the bed that was one size too small.

"The innkeeper told me that the bed was bigger than this, I promise." I protested, though to be honest I didn't really mind. It meant we could be all the closer.

"You do not have to worry about that," she grinned and shot me a look that conveyed the same thing I already felt. "I must wonder, have you gotten clean and gone to eat yet?" she shot me another look, this one more devious.

"I was waiting for you, actually," I leaned down to her, placing my two fingers on her forehead for a moment before removing them and placing my lips onto hers. The skin was tender and soft, yet she kissed me back firmly.

A hand shot up and grasped my face, and then another reached for the belt that normally held my rapier, which lay on the dresser behind me now.

"Good, I was hoping you would wait." She kissed me back again, this time more firmly than before. A wet and warm tongue met my own and I leaned into it. She unclasped my buckle and then fumbled to unbutton the trousers. I leaned in again and bit her lip lightly, and she moaned, lightly. She tried again to unbutton me and this time she unhooked the button and bit my lip in return. 

"Ah," I gasped and reached around to hold her tighter. "Are you ready, dear?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes." She said lightly, her lips quivering slightly. I reached with my right hand and unbuttoned the pants she wore in a single movement. She slipped a tongue in and I moaned, a low growl all things to be considered. My left hand found its way up her shirt and my pointer and middle finger alternated twirling and gingerly pinching her erect nipple. The first time I touched it, she gasped and turned her head. In a moment, I took her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled lightly.

"Fuck, Semsì," She clawed at my back, ripping my tunic over my head in a swift motion and hardly disrupting my own foreplay. 

I had yet to lay her down on the bed and she sat with a single hand behind her, while I crouched in front. In a quick motion I scooped her up, taking her in my left hand and lifting her off the bed. 

She yelped but allowed her to carry her for a moment before kissing me and wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. Each kiss took me closer to her and her to me, while she slowly tried to take my pants off with her feet. 

Finally she freed her hand, grasped the waistband and pulled down, I helped finally, revealing the underpants I had on. In another move, she took those off too, this time using her feet to fling them as far as she could. A hand grasped around my member shortly after, her thumb flirting about the tip and then stroking the entire length.

In a similar move, I fished her bottoms off, though using my feet to toss them was out of the question. That seemed to not matter as soon I felt the warmth of her mound and as I played with her folds and her own erect 'member'. I took two fingers and lightly rubbed in a figure eight motion, slowly at first and she played with my member, which was very close to her mound, the warmth of each radiating to one another. Every once in a while she would run the tip of my member through her wet folds, giving us both shivers. Soon she grew tired of my teasing, and she flipped me onto my back. She stood over me now, as I lay on the bed. She only had a tunic on, which she began to remove as she took a knee on the floor. The next thing I remember was the tunic landing on my face, me scrambling to get it off, and then a warm, wet mouth surrounding my member and causing me to gasp aloud.

"Wa`kaz vo, Woman you are like a breath of fresh air." I whispered, throwing the tunic aside finally. She took my member deep and then sucked to the tip, swirling her tongue across it as she repeated the process.

I moaned as long as she did this, a guttural moan and I'm rather sure she did it longer to hear me moan more. A hand cupped below my member cradling my sensitive bits with a tender touch. After teaching me that she could make me scream her name in every language I knew and some that she knew, she rose to me and gave me another wet kiss on the lips. I took a hand behind her head and my tongue dove into her mouth, she returned and her tongue wrapped into mine. I however, reached down, grabbed her inner thigh and hoisted one leg up and maneuvered my way underneath her so that it seemed or rather she was, sitting on my face.

"Oh," she blushed, taking a hovering seat, causing me to reach around her waist and push her down on my face.

My tongue played through her folds, licking lightly and quickly before settling into a rhythm and delving deeper. She moaned and gave in, finally smothering me in the way that I found acceptable. A hand reached back and grasped my member again, stroking it. My hand flirted its way up her torso and I pinched her nipple and played with it back and forth.

"I want you." She said, a hoarse whisper between deep ragged breaths. I did not have to question her. It was time.

She rose off my face, letting me get a full breath for the first time in minutes, though that was by choice. She took my member and guided herself atop of me, and the warm, wet feeling of her folds began to envelop me. She took me slowly at first, taking her time to acclimate to my member. She placed both of her hands on my chest, the runes running up her arms a shadow upon her skin. She rose and fell slowly, taking me slowly and fully before leaning in and placing a kiss upon my lips, a light one that made me chase her for more, and before I knew it, I had sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her legs were still below her and she rose up and down on my member and grinded back and forth, which left her more wobbly than usual.

"By Vati," she moaned and her head fell into neck, to which she took my earlobe in her mouth and suckled and nibbled on it. I thrust and grinded against her now and she threw her head back and groaned, or screamed, maybe. Hopefully no one heard it that would care. She scratched at my back and clawed at my shoulders. I picked her up and spun her around on the bed, placing her on the bottom now, and she laughed before moaning again as I remained inside her.

I began to grind and thrust again and she wrapped her legs around my back. She lifted up, bit my lip, pulled me closer and brought me into another deep kiss. Her tongue was the first to pass, though I was more than happy to return the favor. Each time I thrust, she would thrust back, pushing me even deeper into her. Each time she would grunt, and I would curse. Her hands still gripped into my back and with each thrust atop her she moaned louder and louder. Until we both came to a head, taking off like a star shooting across the sky. I emptied myself into her, and collapsed atop her while still remaining inside. 

Her legs shook and she lightly traced a shape on my back until she gained some senses about her. Eventually I rolled off and she looked over to me, with a happy smile across her face.

"Shall we go get clean?" she grinned and took my hand in swift movement off the bed.

***

The inn was a rather loud and crowded place tonight, a gathering for the full moon of Er's, the larger of the two moons orbiting the planet. My small group of four sat near the bar of the tavern, in a booth of red leather seats atop a wooden bench. The stuffing could be worse for certain but that was hardly the problem at hand.

In front of the four of us, was a selection of ales and beers chosen by the bartender to taste and try. Each glass was rather small, only a few ounces but we had each bought a row of six and now had the opportunity to sample at will. The inn, a place rather well known for the selection of meat and fish on the menu due to their prime location in the Tower, was a place called, Tulani's Fortune. The tavern below the inn, separated from the main building in its own side hall, was spacious and filled with rows of tables and chairs, with various manicured plants and flowers adorning the nooks and crannies, where they could be found. In one corner was a hightop bar with seven or eight tall seats and a full bar of what I could guess to be locals laughing and talking amongst one another. Most of the tables were full with people drinking and eating, either alone or with a group. 

"Which do you like, Jiva?" Mire asked, sipping the amber variety of the ale as the food we ordered began to arrive.

"Oh by far the blonde here," lifting the lightly colored ale in the air, before taking another sip. The server, a human of middle age and of a rather short stature, leaned over with a plate of some steaming hot food, something meant for Miri who sat on the far end and placed down a plate of corn and a steaming hot grouse, a bird found in the hills. With her left hand she placed a plate of seared trout and leek in front of Jiva, all while keeping an eye on her the whole time as she settled it down. 

"What-" An elbow hit my rib and I shot a look over to Jiva who eyed me with a calm look. What was the whole look about? I thought and looked back as another person, this time a dragonborn man with a palm the size of a mallet, placed my plate down.

"Your seven tailed steak," He growled, then placed the other plate in front of Kurdu, "and your Traitors Ham, Kurdu."

"Oh shit," I mumbled, taking a glance at all of my companions, out of which only Jiva seemed truly ready for a confrontation. Fitting for the one who will disappear come sun up, I chuckled to myself. Kurdu specifically took the longest to look up, his face a mix of confusion and anger. His short beard was not nearly enough to brunt the look. He had ordered a steak, something that was advertised similar to mine, though his was to be served sliced on a sandwich. The thing that was on his plate was a head of a bovine creature, something that we called a budita, in the common language they called it a Kifer Dwarf Pig, something only found on the small island in the central Garu'ud sea.

"Is that the choice you wanted to make, friend?" I said, raising a hand in the air and eyeing the large scaled man who smiled down with a maw of sharp teeth. Kurdu still had yet to look away from the plate in front of him, now a haze about him.

"Did you think that that was funny, Ossunnam?" He said, and though it was phrased as a question, he did not seem to ask it.

"Yes, and I thought you would fight me outright actually," Ossunnam grinned, "when I reminded you that you are a coward and can never-" 

Kurdu rose faster than I expected and drove a fist into the dragonborns nose, Jiva jumped onto the back of the seat behind her with a wild smile across her face.

"Oh no." I mumbled, as the rest of the room fell to disrepair and the dragonborn stumbled back with both hands covering his nose. He fell back into the table behind him, a rather mean looking trio of people who slammed face first into their own table as the dragonborn landed on them from the force of the dwarfs punch.

Jiva leapt across the table as nimble as a cat as I slid out towards the aisle and we both stood in similar locations. The dragonborn rocked back towards us, thrown by the group on the table, either mad at us or Ossunnam for the intrusion.

"Oh no," I said as the heavy dragon born careened into me and I fell back into the seat. Ossunnam growled and raised his hands above his head and brought them down at me, aiming for my chest. I rolled off the seat, onto the floor where my only company was old food.

"Fuck.." I gasped as a hand grasped around my ankle and pulled me out from under the table. I flew a few feet and came skidding to a stop at the feet of an angry looking half-orc, this one obviously the product of an orc and an elf due to his pointy ears. A large foot rose above my head and I brought up a hand of sparks to distract him as I rolled away. 

"You little gnat," he cried as he clawed at his face and I stood to face him. As I raised my fists to defend myself, I felt large scaly hands wrap around my shoulders. 

"Dammit," I cursed, struggling to break free. Just before the apex of raising me, a crash faltered his movement and I dropped to the ground suddenly. Kurdu had grabbed the pig's head and smashed it against the dragonborns head, and the dragonborn man clutched at his head as I moved to face the half-orc.

It was just in time as I barely jumped out of the way as his fist flew by my face. I brought my left hand to my waist and retreated while throwing another blast of sparks at him with a flourish. They sprinkled across him and he looked at me with a look of confusion. His head tilted as he looked and his eyes blinked and struggled to stay open. He let out a groan as he fell over, asleep, the groan turning into snores. His friends, a human and a tabaxi rushed to his side, the tabaxi shaking the man to consciousness.

As he woke, the half-orc eyed me with a sense of nightmarish fear, though I might have been seeing things myself as the light began to dim momentarily. Whatever magic I had used just then was new and not something that was cheap on energy intake. I blinked a few times and after a few moments, things returned to normal though Jiva looked at me with a concerned look on her face.

Va'tu also looked at me, though his face was more of one of wonder. His smile nearly crossed from ear to ear and he began to laugh before getting out of his seat.

"I think now is our time to at least return to our rooms, everyone I will see you in the morn." He chuckled, not commenting on the event and following after a rather hurt Ossunnam and then turning up the stairs.

"I think that we should at least stay in one room." Miri said as she stood from the booth taking the food with her as well. "And do not worry, I will get yours," she said as she fumbled and followed Va'tu.

"I agree with Miri on staying. Ossunnam will not wait for his revenge longer this time. Thank you for helping." Va'tu said as he returned to the room as well, rather quickly and quietly in the confusion..

"Oh okay. I'll pay for the food, I guess." I called after them, rather dejected.