Message-ID: <15411eli$9809182232@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Dragonlance: The Orb of Passion (m/f, consent) (4/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998091322422600.SAA12265@ladder01.news.aol.com> Dragonlance: The Orb of Passion by PJ Chapter 4 The two adult red dragons glided smoothly with wings outstretched as they passed over the border of the Desolation. Jenni clung intimately to Joar on one dragon while Ulrym rode behind Azblan. The two dragons dodged looming peaks and dove down into deep gorges, searching for the elusive Lost Tower. The group of evil adventurers searched all day, with no result. The dragons landed at daybreak upon a wide ledge near the mouth of a shallow cave. The dragons quickly returned to the air to hunt while the humans set up their bedrolls and ate a cold dinner of travel rations. Joar took first watch, crouching down near the edge of the ledge as his companions fell swiftly into an exhausted sleep. Ulrym ran endlessly in the dark, pursued by a leering Joar who wielded a gleaming dagger. The thin mage's chest burned with exertion, his heart pumped loudly in his ears as he sprinted onwards into the gaping void. Suddenly, a warm light beckoned Ulrym in the blackness. He ran towards the glow, gasping as new strength fortified his aching limbs. Joar became smaller and smaller behind the wizard, screaming in frustration while his prey escaped. The light filled Ulrym's vision, he blinked his eyes to adjust to the sudden illumination. Ulrym squinted, looking for the source of the light. A perfectly round orb floated a short distance away from Ulrym, it pulsed with a multitude of colored lights. The object radiated heat, it warmed Ulrym's flesh, invigorated his body. *You are close,* whispered the Orb in Ulrym's mind. *So very close. Come to me.* "I will," promised Ulrym, kneeling before the Orb, adoring its radiant glory. The wind gust tore at Linsha's cloak, making it flutter violently. She wrapped the garment tighter around her body, thrusting one foot in front of another along the winding mountain trail. Allustria was behind the knight, followed in turn by Ayarlin and Phaelam. "Pity you couldn't convince your lover to accompany us," remarked Phaelam from the rear. "We could have made better time if we were flying or something." "I care for Dalamar deeply, but do you really want him with us if we find any powerful artifacts of Istar?" retorted Ayarlin. "Ah, point taken," replied Phaelam sagely with a nod. "Shouldn't we be searching along the coast? That's where the other artifacts have washed up," said Allustria over the rushing wind. "The coast has been thoroughly plundered," replied Linsha, keeping her eyes on the trail ahead. "If there are lost artifacts in the Desolation, I believe they'll be further inland." "Our leader imparts her Majere wisdom, you can't argue with someone like that," smirked Phaelam acidly. "Quiet back there, Phae," snapped Linsha irritably. "Let's try to stay focused," advised Ayarlin. "I want to make another few miles before nightfall," said Linsha, adjusting the hood over her head before focusing all her attention on the terrain around her. The companions followed the trail till it ended within a narrow valley between two jagged mountains. The ground was covered in sparse brown grass, with a few clusters of trees at the feet of both peaks. Linsha elected to build camp near a stand of trees at the head of the valley, where a small pond gleamed in the golden light of sunset. Phaelam gathered dead wood for a fire while Allustria refilled the water bottles and Ayarlin began preparations for dinner. Linsha helped Ayarlin for a moment, then went to the pond to wash the dirt and fatigue from her face and neck. When Linsha returned, the campfire was crackling merrily, a fragrant stew was cooking, and her comrades were sitting expectantly around the small blaze. "Have you been able to sense anything, Ayarlin? Any kind of magic in the area?" "Most mages don't possess such sweeping detection skills, Linsha," replied the elf. "I know a spell that can detect magic in a small, immediate area, but nothing that could cover this entire region. There wasn't a lot of lore about this region before the Summer of Chaos, now there's even less known about the area now that the Desolation has claimed it all." "Damn," muttered Linsha, rubbing her chin and staring into the fire. "Maybe we should have consulted with our operatives around Neraka to see if they knew anything about this hunting party of dark knights," said Phaelam. "There wasn't time. We know the dark knights are in the Desolation somewhere even as we speak." "To be blunt, there's an awful lot of territory to cover. Do you seriously think we'll just stumble across these dark knights?" "With the grace of the Goddess, yes," replied Linsha. "Hmmph, for all the good that will do," snorted Phaelam. "Don't you have any faith, Phaelam?" inquired Allustria. "I lost my faith when the gods abandoned us all those years ago," whispered Phaelam, regarding the wriggling flames with distant eyes. "I only believe in myself now." "I'm sorry you feel that way," said Allustria sympathetically. Phaelam grunted, keeping his gaze downcast. "Dinner's ready!" announced Ayarlin, trying to break the dark mood of her comrades. "Let's eat." After supper, the girls went to sleep, leaving Phaelam on guard duty with his brooding thoughts. He walked around the edge of the grove, hand on swordhilt, eyes sweeping everywhere for signs of ambush. He reached the end of the trees and began walking along the side of the pond, listening to the gentle motion of the water. "Am I disturbing you?" asked Allustria, hands behind her back as she walked up to join the knight. "No, but you should be resting, Linsha will have us marching all day tomorrow," replied Phae. "Do you really have no faith in the Goddess, Phae?" "Trying to restore my devotion, priestess?" smirked the knight. "If I can, that's my job, to offer hope." "I'm just trying to live a just and honorable life. I'm a Knight of Solamnia, my honor is my life." "Sometimes honor isn't enough, we need love too." "Love? I gave up hoping for love when Emma died." "During the Summer of Chaos?" "Yes, when the gods condemned us all to hell." "Phae, you can't give up, you have to be strong, for the Knights and for yourself," said Allustria, placing her hand firmly on Phaelam's left arm. "I will," promised Phaelam, turning to look at Allustria, noticing how the bright light of the one moon gleamed in her short auburn tresses. He caressed her left cheek with one gloved hand, staring intently into her wide brown eyes. "Phaelam," whispered Allustria, her lips trembling. "Show me the love of the Goddess, and I will believe," smiled Phaelam, leaning forward to kiss Allustria on the lips. The cleric inhaled sharply, experiencing the feel of a man's lips against hers for the first time. "Phaelam, I can't!" gasped Allustria, backing hastily away from Phae. "You said that we all need love, Allustria. I need love, your love," declared Phaelam, grasping the girl's shoulders again, kissing her passionately on the mouth. Allustria moaned in protest, trapped in the knight's grip. As Phaelam's mouth wrapped over hers, Allustria's struggles weakened, she put her arms around the knight's neck and returned his embrace with equal fervor. Phaelam slid his hands through Allustria's short hair, kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck. "Phaelam!" groaned Allustria, feeling her virginal womanhood growing hot with excitement. The knight broke away from the cleric to snap off his gloves and begin the process of removing his armor. Allustria slid out of her white robes easily, then stood behind Phaelam, caressing his body with her hands, kissing him delicately on the back of the neck as he discarded his attire. When he was completely naked, Phaelam spun around to face Allustria, wrapping his bare arms around her narrow waist tightly. Allustria giggled, crushing Phae's lips with her own. The knight cupped Allustria's bare buttocks, he squeezed them tightly, rubbing his hands across their silky smoothness. Phae sucked on Allustria's lower lip, then ran his tongue down her small chin, across her throat, and down to her small pert breasts. He licked her right nipple, making her squeal with delight. He nibbled on her little bud, running his tongue around the hard knob while Allustria panted in ecstasy. Phaelam switched his attention to Allustria's left nipple while his right hand slid between her ass cheeks to fondle her wet pussy. Allustria grew limp in Phaelam's arms, she licked his wide shoulders as he sucked on her soft tits. Phaelam lowered Allustria gently to the ground, placing her on the grass before he opened her thighs and bent down to lick her glistening cunt. Allustra arched her back as Phae sucked on her small labia petals, his tongue making her pussy burn when it slid over the opening of her vagina. Allustria pinched her quivering nipples, her moans husky with lust as she pressed her legs against the flanks of her lover. Phaelam spread open Allustria's pussy with his fingers, inserting his tongue into her dripping slit. Allustria gasped when Phaelam entered her vagina, her thighs became weak, her pussy spasmed as fresh cum splashed out from her womb. Phaelam drank Allustria's honey, the elixir salty and sweet at the same time. Feeling his own genitalia throbbing with desire, Phae straightened up, placing his trembling cock against Allustria's pussy. "Put it in, Phae," begged Allustria, her forehead beaded with sweat. "Make love to me." Phaelam ran his right hand through Allustria's damp mane, watching as she kissed his palm and sucked on one of his fingers. He placed both hands on the naked girl's hips, slowly pressing his member into Allustria's virginal hole. Allustria shuddered when Phaelam broke her hymen, but the flash of pain became a flood of pleasure when the knight started pumping deep into her belly. Allustria held on tightly to Phaelam's elbows, thrusting her hips towards him, moaning as she felt his shaft sink into her empty womb. The lovers bucked and gasped against each other until they orgasmed together, Phaelam's seed flooding into Allustria's stomach. Phaelam held himself over the panting Allustria with his arms, smiling down at her until something smacked into the back of his head. The knight fell limply over Allustria as she screamed shrilly. A tall hobgoblin rolled the unconscious knight away from a shivering Allustria, his fanged maw opening into an obscene grin. "Hello, pretty thing," chuckled the hobgoblin, leering at the naked girl's sweat-adorned body. ***************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----