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The little half-elf had insisted for weeks that they couldn’t, or rather shouldn’t, do anything beyond the occasional kiss, and Slipknot might still be struggling with recalling anything from before the Nautiloid even after eating that rancid tasting herb in the Underdark, but she knows how to be persuasive. She’s found herself to be very good at it, actually. It’s no surprise that one as talented as herself at killing is skilled in other areas, winnowing down the defenses of even the devout little Sharran, and it’s funny to her, for a reason she still hasn’t rediscovered, the waifish thing’s faith, it makes her laugh whenever she thinks of it, so she lets herself do so now, lips pressed flush to the sopping wet skin of her cunt, teeth pulling at her clit as she uses the fingers of her left hand to hold the hood of it back so that its most sensitive spot can be scrapped raw by her fangs.
Shadowheart, a silly name for a silly thing, lets out the start of a pathetic wail before shoving the side of her hand into her mouth and biting down. Slipknot watches her do this with ease, as she forced the woman onto her back and then hoisted her legs up into the air so that she could place them over her shoulders while kneeling. It’s become a favorite position of hers, to be able to loom over the half-elf while she breaks her down, or maybe it was always a favorite position of hers and she’s just rediscovered it. It means she can bend Shadowheart in half, bringing their faces closer together even as she keeps her tongue flush to the woman’s heat. She does pull away for a moment, blowing cool air across the swollen clit twitching below her lips, and grins savagely at the way Shadowheart whimpers against her hand, but that won’t do because even the silly thing’s hands are hers, they’ve been over this, so she pulls her left hand out of Shadowheart's cunt, scrapping her short nails against the walls as she does and takes her right hand away from her pubic mound, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around the woman’s wrist instead.
“If you need something to choke on, little cleric, you just need to say so. You know I’m happy to provide,” she leers. Shadowheart chokes out another noise, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, and Slipknot coos at her, pulling Shadowheart’s hand away from her mouth, lips bitten red and bruised, and slips three of the fingers of her left hand inside it instead. Just the act of stuffing the woman’s mouth smears her own fluids on her since Slipknot had everything but her thumb buried inside her cunt, though she’d been wondering if she couldn’t manage to get her whole hand in there today, and maybe later she will, but for now she enjoys the shock on Shadowheart’s face that quickly turns to lust and a tinge of shame as she moans around Slipknot’s fingers, tongue working against the digits as she cleans them of her cum, piss, and old menstrual blood. Slipknot had wanted to fuck her during the height of her cycle, when they’d spent a whole day at camp because her bleeding was so heavy, by the half-elf wouldn’t let her until today, when she was all but dry of it. It thrills the thing before her to do something she considers so filthy, she knows, and so she spreads her fingers inside the woman’s mouth as much as she can, letting her lave between the digits, toying with the webbing of skin at the base of them.
“Good girl,” she tells her, biting at the woman’ thigh when her eyes close in pleasure at the praise. Slipknot keeps her eyes on her, always, as she puts her mouth back to work, immediately suckling at her clit, letting her teeth brush against it again and again until she can taste the faintest traces of fresh blood. It brings her a pleasure nearly as ecstatic as killing that Shadowheart will let her cut her, bite her, maybe even use a blade on her in these moments, in the throes of her pleasure, because for some reason she trusts Slipknot not to hurt her. Not really, at least. She brings her right hand back, letting Shadowheart bury her hand in the short cropping of hair on top of her head, pulling at it as best she can, and that’s a pleasure too, the sharp pinpricks going straight to her own clit, making it jump where it rests against the base of the false cock she carved. The wood hums with magic still, warm and faintly vibrating where it rests between her legs and against Shadowheart’s back, and if Slipknot had known when she’d first lain eyes on that stupid idol what she would do with it, she wouldn’t have waited for the drow’s silly hunting party to kill the druids. She can still feel the way it drips down towards her own cunt with Shadowheart’s first and second orgasms, when she’d screamed and cried and pissed herself from the pleasure even though Slipknot watched her relieve herself before they started because she had been embarrassed the last time it happened, as if it wasn’t as much a dark urge of hers to destroy the silly cleric’s pride and inhibitions as much as it was to kill. There’s also, of course, the blood underneath them from the duergar they killed before this, their bodies piled up somewhere behind them in one of the ramshackle huts they’ve found down here. She couldn’t help herself after the fight, had told the gith and spawn to go back to camp even as she’d been working at the buckles of the half-elf’s armor, and the scent of their fresh kills mixed with the scent of sex has her in a near frenzy, which is why she doesn’t even notice until it’s happening that Shadowheart is cumming again until she feels the walls of her cunt pulsing around her fingers, and when she pushed them into Shadowheart to start fucking her again, when she shoved her tongue in alongside them she can’t recall either, but she feels the dryness of her eyes as she watches the woman squirm and writhe and choke on the fingers in her mouth as she squirts into Slipknot’s, feels the pain of her biting down onto her fingers, and feels herself dripping in response, feels the base of the idol that she carved special to sit inside herself move as she clenches down on it.
Part of her wants to praise the thing for being so pleasing to her, for being her own slut, a whore only for her and Shar, but she’s too busy drinking down the woman’s cum to take her mouth away, letting her gaze flick to Shadowheart’s clit for a moment to see the way it pulses in time with her own heart. It’s grown so swollen it looks like it’s trying to become the most ridiculous cock in all the realms, and that makes her laugh too, but she pulls her fingers out of Shadowheart’s cunt, leaving her tongue inside to keep fucking into her, though she’s been aroused for so long that it’s more effort to keep the muscle from slipping out than to keep it in, and curls her fingers towards her palm, pinching the woman’s clit between her knuckles and pulling at it like it is a cock. Shadowheart cries around her fingers, tears running in earnest down her face, and it’s not love that Slipknot feels for her because she knows that she can’t love anything besides herself, but the adoration for the thing breaking beneath her hands must shine through her gaze because Shadowheart wraps her free hand around the wrist of Slipknot’s left hand, pushes her fingers deeper into her mouth, sucking on them the way she’ll suckle on the idol when Slipknot asks her too, and cums again, though Slipknot isn’t sure her last orgasm every fully stopped.
She waits until Shadowheart has stopped shaking to pull away, taking her fingers out of the woman’s mouth despite the protestations, and settling back onto her heels, letting her body relax slightly out of the position, though still with Shadowheart’s legs over her shoulders. “Just think, little one, of how all of this would’ve felt three days ago. I would’ve fucked the blood out of you, I think.”
Shadowheart’s breath is coming too fast for her to speak, so Slipknot waits, looking down at her and feeling smug. “You…you wouldn’t’ve been half this rabid, you madwoman, if we’d done this three days ago…because we didn’t kill anyone three days ago.”
Humming, she presses a kiss to the bruised flesh of the cleric’s thigh, admiring the shape of her teeth left behind from a bite she’d placed nearly an hour ago. “Mayhaps. But I think my work speaks for itself whether I’ve killed recently or not.”
“Your work…is that all I am to you?” Shadowheart’s voice is light, but when Slipknot looks into her eyes she sees that fear the little thing carries with her always.
The words leave her mouth almost without her permission, but they ring true and so she can’t find it within herself to be angry at them being spoken, “My work is murder, silly thing. My pleasure, too. But I’ll give you a hundred thousand little deaths before I’m willing to send you to your goddess.” Shadowheart’s eyes go wide, whether at the promise of a hundred thousand orgasms or at the idea that Slipknot might kill her one day she can’t say, but then she’s gasping as Slipknot pushes her forward just enough that she can fold the woman near in half and slip her cock into her, its magic making it warm and vital between them, like it were actually hers and not a piece of wood. Shadowheart worms around underneath her until she can wrap her legs and arms around Slipknot, nails digging into the muscle of her back, and Slipknot wraps her arms around Shadowheart’s waist and hoists her back up so that gravity pulls her down onto the idol as she thrusts up. It forces a gasp from her that turns into an almost pained moan and she buries her face in Slipknot’s neck, biting into her flesh and crying out as she fucks into her, fast and hard. She adjusts her grip on the half-elf, taking a firm hold of her ass, and laughs into the woman’s ear. “If you’d like, I’ll count you out a hundred thousand orgasms in every way I can. A hundred thousand times that I fuck one out of you like this, desecrating a holy relic with your cum and piss and blood. And then another hundred thousand from your sweet little clit, until you can’t stand for me to touch it because it hurts too much from use. I’ll fuck your ass a hundred thousand times, too, never touching your needy cunt and making it drip for me all the same, and a hundred thousand times that I’ll suck your tits until you cry, until you cum from nothing at all but my tongue and teeth.”
“Ah, you’d…you’d suckle at me like a babe?” Shadowheart manages to choke out around moans, tilting her head up to bite at Slipknot’s jawbone. “I’ve heard healers say that you can bring on milk like that if it’s done often enough? Would you drink mine? Or let it go to waste? And what of your breasts and your cunt, while you wring these hundred thousand orgasms from my tits?” Her right hand leaves Slipknot’s back, wandering around to her front and toying with one of her nipples, digging her thumb nail into it to feel the way it makes Slipknot’s rhythm stutter, and then dips further down, sliding between them, between the heat of their cunts and the idol-cock, fingers pinching at her clit where it rests heavy and thick with blood behind the wood, rolling it between the pads of her fingers before letting go and slipping them around the base inside her cunt instead, stretching her further. “Will you just let your poor cunt weep, unattended, while lavishing me with pleasure to the point of pain?” Shadowheart whispers in her ear, tongue tracing the shell of it as Slipknot’s thrusts come to a stuttering halt as she bears down instead on the slim fingers stroking the walls of her cunt.
Her silly little cleric has clever fingers to go with her clever mind, and they work wonderfully around the bulb of the cock resting inside her, rubbing circles on her sensitive walls until she’s shivering with the pleasure, letting Shadowheart leave bites and bruises along her neck and coax her into reversing their original positions, Slipknot’s back settling in the cooled blood covering the earth beneath them as Shadowheart adjusts her seat on her hips, the idol never once slipping out of either of them, and then she splays her hands, one covered in Slipknot’s own fluids, across her ribs, fingers resting on her tits, and starts riding her. It’s mesmerizing, watching her take her own pleasure from Slipknot, so she lets her, grabbing the woman’s ass to help push her into each thrust, adding momentum to her movements as Shadowheart fucks sounds of pleasure out of herself, moans and throaty gasps forced out of her mouth by her own actions. She watches and waits until her poor cleric’s movements start to falter, when her thrusts turn into deep seated circles around her cock and her eyes have long since closed as she chases her own completion but fails to reach it because she’s too afraid of the other sensation that Slipknot knows she’s feeling because she’s trained the pathetic thing to always need to when she gets fucked now.
So she bucks up, startling a cry out of Shadowheart, and flips them over, their movements fast and harsh enough to splash blood onto both of the from the ground, and Slipknot takes over, fucking into her quick and shallow, dragging the head of her cock against her walls while pressing one hand down on the woman’s bladder and rubbing her clit with the heel of her palm. Crowding her in, using her body weight to keep Shadowheart from being able to squirm or writhe away from her, Slipknot takes her lips with a biting kiss and then pushes her tongue inside the woman’s mouth, fucking her there the way she is below and listening to the mewls and guttural groans and the wet slapping of her cock inside Shadowheart’s stretched out cunt. She barely lets the half-elf breathe as she takes her until the sounds turn frantic and worried, and then she pulls her lips away from Shadowheart’s and whispers in her ear, “Sweet thing, I’ll drink your milk dry each day and night and fuck you till your tits are full again. And it’s good luck my cock has no seed for your body to take in because I’d leave none for our babes. Everything that comes from your body is mine, every drop of blood and sweat and cum, every tear drop from your eye and every bit of drool from your mouth. If my tits made milk I’d feed it to you just to help you make more of your own, just like I’ll feed you every bit of cum from my ‘weeping cunt’. I’ll drown you with it and then lick it all off of you just to tear another orgasm from your body. Just…like…this.” And she puts all her weight into her last thrust, burying her cock as deep inside Shadowheart as she can, circling her hips to torment the woman and dropping her head down to suck at one of her nipples as Shadowheart chokes on a scream and gushes around her, the magic of the idol pulsing with her pleasure fast enough to feed into it, letting Slipknot feel the torrent of cum as if it were truly her cock inside the woman, and she keeps rubbing her clit, keeps circling her hips and suckling at her breast, all while bearing down on the woman’s bladder until she can’t help herself and squirts again, her piss a hot stream against both their bodies and Shadowheart sobs even as her hips thrust up into the sensation.
They stay like that until Shadowheart is empty, her body limp on the ground underneath Slipknot as they lazily kiss, messy and wet like the rest of them, and then Shadowheart is urging Slipknot up, pulling her off of the idol-cock even as she whimpers for it to be left inside her abused cunt, and gets her hands between Slipknot’s legs, shoving her fingers unceremoniously inside of her and rubbing at her clit with her thumb. It’s fast and uncoordinated and perfect, Shadowheart sucking on her tongue and shoving a third and then a fourth finger inside her, nails scratching her walls and her thumb too dry on her clit. Slipknot fucks herself down onto the half-elf’s delicate hand, bracing the woman’s wrist with her own harsh grip so she can fuck herself better, and Shadowheart’s hand digs into her ass and urges her on and on and on until her orgasm takes her, rolling through her body from her cunt, hot and wet and electric, her breath stopping and then coming out in a deep groan, swallowed up by Shadowheart’s mouth before it can be heard by anyone besides them.
When she rolls off of her pretty cleric her heart is still pounding, and she looks back at the woman immediately, like a magnetic pull exists between their gazes, and finds Shadowheart looking at her…disappointed.
Disappointed? “What? Why do you look like I kicked a child?” She’s exhausted from the hours they spent fucking, her arms sore.
Shadowheart purses her lips and looks up towards the far away cavern ceiling above them, cheeks flushing. “I couldn’t make you squirt,” she mutters, embarrassed.
…
The things she’s going to do to this creature.
“Little one,” she coos, turning onto her side and reaching over, pulling Shadowheart through the puddles of cold blood and hot cum and piss that lie beneath them so that they're pressed together, “if you want me to piss on you, you either need to work very hard or ask, like a good girl.” She bites at the tip of the woman’s ear, laughing at the strangled moan her words pull from her wretched lover. “Or maybe…we’ll find a temple or shrine to your dark goddess, and I’ll do it there without you even needing to beg…much.”
“Ugh! You’re awful!” Shadowheart hits her in the arm, but it’s halfhearted at best, Slipknot knows, because she’s seen the half-elf cave a goblin’s head in with a mace. “We need to bathe,” she complains, settling back against Slipknot.
“We can bathe when we get back to camp.”
“We are bathing before we set foot near camp, you beast.” Shadowheart whacks her again, but Slipknot just laughs.