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Mahtab should have known better than to think she wouldn’t be followed.
The gith possessed a relentless vigor that would not allow her prey to flee, no matter her swiftness. Mahtab's speed was impressive even prior to her undead transformation, but now she was another kind of beast. One she hoped would at least make a pretty trophy in her execution.
In the chase, her feet took their path to the open plot that previously held the carnival without a second thought. When she finally halted, she stood before a shoddy structure dubbed “Mystra’s Mirror Maze” by its colorfully gauche signage. What made it magical, she couldn’t say. Nor did she bloody care, as long as the mirrors remained.
The doorway was graced by a velvet curtain, so at least her entrance had been quiet enough. Had she been spotted, though, it hardly mattered her volume.
Though her dark vision elevated the enclosure from pitch black to a comfortable dimness, she still managed to knock herself into several panels of mirrors as she moved deeper into the makeshift buildings with haste. Upon hearing a slash of metal through fabric echo through the elusive glass corridors, Mahtab dashed hard enough into one of the wider sections to cause a substantial break. She wanted to curse herself, but the deafening crack already had.
“I hear you, leech.” The gith called, words bouncing through each hall until before they found Mahtab’s pointed ears from several directions. Her armor clanged with each step she so carefully made. “You only delay my victory with your cowering. You are trapped, and your only escape will be death.”
Mahtab’s had to laugh as she delved further in. “I’m quaking in my boots, just follow the sound of chattering fangs.”
“Mock, but wit will not save you.” A smash followed her words. An attempt at a full shatter but only resulting in a few pieces falling to the floor. “Nor will that gear. Tell me, is a leather bodice the only protection you can manage?”
The hair stood up on Mahtab’s neck. Her eyes darted from mirror to mirror in the dark. The near glowing yellow eyes of the gith met hers at the exact moment the crossbow fired in her speckled hands.
Mahtab leapt into a useless dodge before bolt struck glass, the reverberation emitting from nowhere near her body. Curiosity very well could have been the source of detriment, she knew, but she needed to check. She crept back to the spot she previously stood to see her pursuer had already vanished.
Then she heard it. The metallic clanks of each step taken in pursuit. The heavy armor she wore had significant gaps, likely to keep from hindering precious agility, but it still stunted her ability to sneak. Stomp after stomp carried to Mahtab's sensitive ears, telling her just how swiftly the gith was closing in.
Of course her clothes could be seen in the mirror, how could she be so dense?
The steps clanked closer while she quietly undid her top, throwing it aside then rushing from her pursuer's sounds. Convinced she had given herself enough space, Mahtab undid her shoes next and slipped off her leather pants. It would give her the smallest bit of safety, an amount that would have to do for now.
"No need for even the flimsiest coverings, spawn?" The pursuer sneered from just a bit farther than Mahtab assumed her to be. "Do not think this diversion will save you."
Mahtab laughed to herself as she left her remaining garments behind, stepping over the glass that covered the floor. Her steps had never been the lightest, thus her feet met the ground with a slap that seemingly rang between the walls. One unneeded breath escaped her lungs before the unsecured wall beside her took a pound, another, then a third.
The mirrors fell towards Mahtab so slowly she felt mocked by gravity. Attached panels, however shoddily they were constructed, pulled the entire column down. Trapped in the long walkway, she could only turn back the way she came and sprint. The balls of her feet came in contact with the crystalline specks she previously avoided but she did not stop until she hit the wooden wall with her shoulder, causing a pained creak in the structure.
Thundering against the splintering floor, the trap fell. Cracks and shatters came with every individual panel's contact, but Mahtab could not watch. She slammed her body harder against the slats in hopes of bursting through. Feet growing wetter with red, the barbarian slipped in an attempt at a running start. Her knee hit the ground and took a larger shard into her lichen skin.
The gith watched her pathetic attempts at escape from where she pushed the wall. The only thing that separated them was the long line of glass, now reflecting the ceiling.
Lifting her great sword parallel with her body, the gith shook the soft brown hair from her face. She wanted a clear view of Mahtab when she made her declaration. "There is no escape. Have dignity in knowing your defeat is at the hands of a warrior."
The real honor, at least to Mahtab, was the beauty before her. Gorgeous yellowed skin speckled with black spots and blacker warpaint still. Long legs and slender arms that should not feasibly hold such a heavy weapon. Shining silver armor that left much of her body still exposed.
Mahtab heaved, shoulders rising higher and falling deeper with each breath. Quirking her lips into a taunting smile, the drow goaded her. "Then come get me, Spot."
The gith furrowed her brows for just a moment, then quickly recovered to prepare her sweeping strike. It was long enough for Mahtab to build her rage.
A bellowing holler of an elk tore through the devastated shack followed by the stampede. Her feet slammed the floor with the intensity of hooves, speed unmatched by any opponent she had ever faced, and she rushed the gith.
The pursuit had been impressive, but few could remain on their feet when faced with Mahtab's fury. Hitting her back hard against the ground, the gith released the sword from her grip. Her armor rang at the impact left her half-stunned just long enough for the drow to take the abandoned handle.
Bare and bleeding feet straddled either side of Lae'zel's hips while the barbarian wound up her strike above her head. Her body stripped and eyes blazing red, Mahtab's hunger rang from her every pore. Lae'zel could feel it, almost taste it.
Before Mahtab's arms could bring down the great sword, Lae'zel raised her own foot behind her knee and shoved. The drow lost balance and fell harder with only blood slick soles to hold her up. She hit her side on the mirror beside Lae'zel, letting out the cry of a wounded animal.
"Pathetic." Lae'zel remarked. She rose to her knee and stretched her hand to grab the escaped hilt, the hand holding her position just before Mahtab's face.
The spawn lunged at Lae'zel's forearm, digging in her fangs for the briefest, most beautiful moment before the appendage was yanked back. Her blood was rich, almost like a burning oak, just one taste was addicting enough to make Mahtab fight for more.
In pulling back her arm with such haste Lae'zel tore the skin in Mahtab's clutches, leaving a gnash of gore on herself and chunks of flesh between her opponent's teeth.
The blood stained the drow's lips perfectly.
Capable enough without the weapon, Lae'zel rose to kick Mahtab's stomach until she rolled in agony. Now exposed on her front, Lae'zel straddled her hips with the whole of her weight and looked the spawn in the face, nearly spitting as she spoke. "An apt last meal for a leech."
Mahtab laughed, the red still covering her front teeth as she showed her glee. This lunacy mocked Lae'zel's victory so. Even more so when she bit her lip at the gith's wind up to punch her face. Once, twice. Winding up for a third time, Mahtab shot her body up and caught Lae'zels lips in her own.
Shocked, Lae'zel scorned herself for meeting the rhythm of the kiss. Her own blood mixed with the spit, disgusting as it mixed both women's fluids. She swallowed it down anyway, then resumed her strike.
Mahtab groaned at the contact of knuckles against her cheek then pulled Lae'zel's hips down to grind on hers. Between their bodies, Mahtab slipped one hand through the fringes hanging over the gith's underwear. "I know you have a better feast for me."
The sensation was confounding. Cold, strong hands toyed with Lae'zel under her protection. The drow's second bloody hand easily finding the curve of her ass, her red eyes burning with desire even below her hanging lids.
In spite of herself, Lae'zel ground her hips on the only weapon available to the spawn below: her body. The warrior racked her mind for why this was happening to her. She was disciplined enough, far beyond what she would need to resist even the most tempting of creatures.
Hot blood pooled in her palm as it ran from her forearm, prompting her to think of the fresh bite. Lae'zel grabbed Mahtab's elbows, locking her arms to her sides, then asked with concentrated rage, "What have you done?"
Writhing to press her bare thighs together, Mahtab did not drop her smile for a moment. How could she? A woman of worthwhile strength held her down and her sweet scent swarmed the otherwise stale air. Any vampire with taste would be elated as well.
The grip Lae'zel took on her arm was slippery. It would be so easy to overpower her now she should have wondered if it was a rouse. But when her arm jerked loose and crossed to the opposite shoulder, she tore one leather strap holding the armor and toppled the tired gith against the glass with a sharp crack.
Lae'zel grappled against her, pulling her body so close that an exposed thigh slipped to her naked wet cunt. With a moan, Mahtab slammed her forehead against Lae'zel's short nose. The taste of impact rang behind the gith's throat but did not stop her as much as the contact her head made with the mirror behind.
In one final effort to take control, Lae'zel wrapped her dry hand around Mahtab's throat while tangling her red-stained fingers into the drow's red hair. Mahtab returned in kind, clutching the gorgeous, slender neck below with both of her own. Eyes blown wide and her cunt pulsing against the gith's leg, with a fangs-bearing snarl on her plump lips.
It was then Lae'zel realized. No charm was needed, no poison or spell overtook her senses. Maybe it was demented, but she wanted this. A rival of equal fury, perhaps one of even greater strength.
"Tsk'va." Lae'zel cursed her will, her body, and the spawn in one breath, jerking the woman down to her by the jaw.
To Lae'zel's surprised, Mahtab led the kiss with her tongue rather than teeth. Neither dared to move their grips from the threatening placement. They held one another that way as spit, sweat, and blood passed between their tongues.
Mahtab took it upon herself to relent first, removing both hands to remove what was left of Lae'zel's armor. The gith followed, allowed her body to be pushed, jerked, and pulled until even her leather undergarments were thrown across the structure. Once stripped to Mahtab's desire, she hooked her leg over the drow's hip and knocked her to the side.
Judging by her laughter, Mahtab was as thrilled by the roughness, the competition. Lae'zel could oblige to her tastes, so long as she got her own. The drow was flipped onto her stomach, Lae'zel once again cruelly grabbed a tangle of hair to shove her face against the glass.
Though there was no reflection of Mahtab herself, her panting hot breath fogged up the mirror. Giggling on, the pinned woman began, "Eager thing-"
"No." Lae'zel pushed her face harder into the surface, then pulled her hips to get her on her knees. "You had your meal, now for mine."
Mahtab's arms reached to the edges of the panel below, holding for dear unlife as the gith bit her plump ass with razor-sharp teeth. Seemingly sorry for such harsh treatment, she licked the fresh wound before it even began to drip.
Spreading the spawn's elevated cheeks, Lae'zel put her lips to the shining source of shocking heat contrasting Mahtab's cold flesh. She tasted earthy, almost like dirt that refreshed and sated. Lae'zel flattened her tongue and lapped up the abundant fluid, pausing only to leave short, harsh bites into the drow's ample folds.
Growing in appetite, Lae'zel dug her face so far into Mahtab's insatiable cunt that the only air she managed to breath was blessed with her scent. The pinned woman moaned as if there were any pride to be in this position. Perhaps there was.
Releasing her grip from the panel's edge, Mahtab pressed her forearms to the ground below her neck. With her arms supporting her weight, she then bowed her head between and raised her hips to the ceiling.
Though it took a fight against instincts to let her do so, Lae'zel wanted to see what she might do. The gith's patience was rewarded as one thigh, then the other was put over each shoulder. The angle was perfect to drink Mahtab in, made even more pleasurable by the soft thighs cupping Lae'zel's long, rigid ears.
Lae'zel rose to her knees and held each leg against her slender shoulders as her long torso straightened, contorting Mahtab's short stature into a semi-headstand. From the new angle, the drow indulged her eyes in Lae'zel's bare body. The tear of her forearm no longer glistened, instead drying out into rusty flecks that fell with each movement. The pieces gathered in her lap, interspersing with the light brown pubic hair above her shinning inner thighs.
Finger nails long and her grip stubborn, Lae'zel punctured the skin she held. Not deep enough to further draw blood, to Mahtab's mild disappointment, though with an intensity shared with her ravaging mouth. The drow's clit was held dutifully between Lae'zel's jagged teeth while the flexed tip of her tongue slashed the swollen bud and the arousal pooled on her bottom lip.
Indulgent moans turned to urgent whines, then to panting shouts. Mahtab's stomach tightened with such an intensity that her abdominal muscles drove against her skin. Even with Lae'zel's propping up her body, the quaking orgasm dropped Mahtab - ragged and heaving - to her back with a slap.
Wasting no time, Mahtab shot her hands above her head and behind Lae'zel's thighs. The gith was pivoted in one harsh motion to straddle her face, her ass resting against the tattoos that graces the drow's chin. Mahtab's hair was so thoroughly coated in blood that it now appeared one color under Lae'zel's balled fist.
The drow was only allowed a handful of fierce laps before her head was knocked back, forcing her gaze to Lae'zel's fiery stare. "You will keep your fangs to yourself."
In jest, Mahtab used those very fangs to prick her own bottom lip. Lae'zel sneered, then returned her cunt to its rightful place upon the spawn's lips.
Afraid she would miss even a moment of Lae'zel's wet, hot pleasure, Mahtab dared not to close her eyes again no matter the extent of her savoring. The gith's sturdy shoulders dropped in pleasure, her pouty lips parted with what moans she so graciously let Mahtab hear.
The drow expected the gith to be more alien in nature. Aside from yellow coloring and robustly fermented flavor, she could hardly find a difference between Lae'zel's anatomy and her own. In any case, her blood and cunt, Lae'zel was giving Mahtab quite a fascinating appetite for her fluids.
Behind her own head, Mahtab knocked the glass with her knuckles. Lae'zel followed the sound and realized what she was indicating - "watch."
Lae'zel saw exactly what Mahtab meant: hair stuck to her skin with sweat, blood drying down her arm and across her stomach, and no sign of the drow. Leaning forward, the gith scanned the image to detect just how much she could see of herself past Mahtab's eager body below her.
As soon as Lae'zel's slender stomach shadowed Mahtab's eyes, the drow yanked her arm forward and off balance. Lae'zel landed on her forearms ready to snap at the woman below her before she considered the angle. On her knees and elbows the gith could see her own cunt grow wet with spit and blood not her own, as well as every push and pull the unseen tongue took against her folds.
She was beautiful.
Lae'zel had never seen herself like this, and knew she never could again. Her eyes did not leave the glass even as Mahtab pushed her towards the edge of her pleasure. Her body jerked against Mahtab's lavishing tongue and soft lips, even her fleshy nose inched Lae'zel closer.
Now was Lae'zel's turn to put her cheek to the mirror, fogging the glass while her thighs trembled and her eyes slammed shut. Mahtab's rasping voice, spent from her excessive volume, egged her on through each wave. Whispers and praises, actual respect and thorough delight.
The impact spent Lae'zel's energy, at least for the moment. She held her position over Mahtab's face while trying to catch her breath, her skin burning hot. Every beat of her heart rattled the spawn's sensitive ears. The whole of her body called to Mahtab's insatiable cravings, even now.
So she sunk her teeth into her thigh.
So prominent were the gith's muscles, the fangs pierced into them immediately. Lae'zel's cry was immense as her body surged forward.
"You bastard!" She shouted, stumbling to her feet in pursuit of her long-discarded weapon.
Recharged and refreshed, Mahtab was quicker to knock her back down and stronger to keep her there with little effort.
"Rotten animal, you could not have bested me without deception." Lae'zel sneered, her teeth bared and her breath heavy.
Mahtab cursed herself for her lack of control, for her betrayal. But more than that, she cursed Lae'zel for thinking she needed to resort to such tactics.
She stood over the gith, her eyes narrowed. "Animal?"
Scared but not cowardly, Lae'zel bit back with a jerk of her shoulders. "Beast!"
Having no time to feel conflicted, Mahtab chose to smile. "You want your precious qu'lith? Have it."
She knelt over Lae'zel's stomach, and released her bladder on the speckled skin below. Warm and disgusting, humiliating to boot. The stream was short but quite enough to cover Lae'zel's torso. Every tremble and every breath caused the quick cooling liquid to spill to her sides.
All that was left was to take the gith's jaw in her furious grip, pull her revolted face close, and spoke clearly despite her gritted teeth. "That, in the language of beasts, means I own you."
Lae'zel tried to retch her neck back, but she had lost. Lost blood, dignity, and least of all this battle.
Mahtab smirked and softened her tone, "Pray I don't speak that tongue, Spot."
The spawn stood, confident Lae'zel could not follow in such a state. Nonetheless she rushed to the exit, noticing the retreating darkness before she reached the doorway. The sky was a beautiful purple that filled her with dread. Less than an hour until sunrise.
Good thing she was quick.