The Price of Freedom

S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

---She-Wolf by Shakira



Ruby red lips turned upwards as the soldiers exited the shining chamber. From beyond the glowing purple force field, undoubtedly sat the Cheshire cat in his glory; your target. His wide brimmed hat with it's outrageous Diyatrama feather filled your thoughts until you feared you might scream. Slowly, carefully, you peaked from behind the damp boulder making certain that no one would catch a glimpse of you when you made your break. In the distance, you saw several of the dark skinned elves standing around and conversing. Each had no house to define them, each fought and lived how they pleased within the stony confines of Menzoberranzan. It was buy sheer luck that you lived along the fierce drow inhabitants, slithering through the inky blackness. In the short time since you came to Menzoberranzan, you had been captured by these renegade drow mercenaries, spared only buy the wishes of their leader. You could not help but stare incredulously at the wide brimmed hat with its fine feather. The drow was indeed handsome, perhaps the most in the Underdark. He had witnessed your prowess amongst his crafty brethren, in your attempt to escape, and was quite taken with your abilities in pyro-kinesis.
"Hmmm, impressive. You have managed to subdue three of my best fighters, dear lady you have courage." You eyed this vibrantly dressed drow as he gave a sweeping bow. His bald ebony head surprised you for most drow males wore their hair cut to their respective houses yet this one did not. Your body tensed, ready to attack, "To fight back when being attacked-an animal has that kind of courage!" you snapped. With a deceptively light laugh the fabulously dressed elf spun around, his colorful cloak like an aurora, and left. From then on you detested the haughty drow male. And you hated yourself for being caught so easily!! On top of which since the leader seemed to have taken in interest in you (your body was beautifully sculpted and toned showing that your years of acrobatic training paid off) the belligerent drow had you alter your uniform. "If you plan of working with Bregan De'aerthe, you need to clean up your image," he said matter-of-factly. Your new uniform consisted of a low necked, black leather halter top which revealed your entire midriff, tied with a scarlet silk sash tight black leather breeches with large oval holes on your outer thighs and thigh-high heeled boots. The mercenary band lewdly stared at your slim figure, eyeing your ample bust and round hips. You made it a personal point to challenge him to duels in exchange for your freedom. Countless times you did battle with the grinning fop and countless times you failed. A sudden twirl here, another dagger there, an alluring wink and you were on the cold hard ground, panting rapidly and staring at the dripping ceiling.
"What a waste. I would much rather see you in that position whilst in my bed, not on this unforgiving floor."
A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me,
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.
Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open
My body is craving, so feed the hungry


Gripping the slippery rock, you easily lifted your weight into your hand and flipped to land before the glowing barrier. Landing on your toes, you hardly made a sound that could jeopardize your mission. You were going to regain your freedom, by whatever means necessary. Your piwafwi danced about your crouched form, catching the lavender light. Slowly standing so as to not attract unwanted attention, you took a breath and stepped through the barrier. It's magic tingled your skin through the light cloak branching off your fingers like static electricity. You booted foot emerged first, then your right arm, until your entirety came through into his quarters. You quickly darted behind one of his many porcelain urns and shook of the piwafwi's hood. As it fell down your back, your (h/c) locks cascaded freely over your shoulders tickling your neck. You cautiously scanned the large room, admiring the many furs and cases of jewels. Rolling your eyes you cast heated glares at the immaculately kept bed dressed in silk linins. The bed was set further back in the anti-chamber but placed just so, so that any soldier could see who their leader was bedding. The mercenary's words ran through your thoughts, "I would much rather see you in that position whilst in my bed." A significant heat traveled up your neck to your cheeks and you fought back the urge to shatter the fine urn in front of you.
Your (e/c) eyes stopped their observations on a rather impressive necklace. Always having a soft spot for precious gems, your mind went blank at the size of the stone. A ruby the size of a chicken's egg lay embraced by it's white gold lover. Pavet diamonds surrounded the stone, glinting enticingly in the farie fire. Licking your lips, you felt a sudden hunger to take the necklace. Discarding the cloak, you guardedly came from your hiding place and stepped closer towards it. Creaking leather and clapping against the stone floor gave away your presence. Breaking your revere, you looked over your shoulder for your target. Finding the coast clear, you continued your hypnotized walk. Your peripheral vision caught images flickering wildly and beautifully on the tapestried walls, the farie flames trying in vain to halt your crave stricken being. You reached the onyx table, his table. The plush chair with its stone frame and velvet cushions mocked you. And you deduced that as soon as you had the necklace you would take pleasure in destroying the pompous drow's ‘throne.'
I've been devoting myself to you
Monday to Monday
And Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
Starting to feel just a little abused
Like a coffee machine in an office (aaa)
So I'm gonna go somewhere closer
To get me a lover and tell you about it

You were in reach of the necklace, your leather halter-like top suddenly growing tight against your breasts. Just as your fingertips touched the glittering red stone the sharp edge of a blade came about your exposed throat. Visibly tensing, you straightened against a firm chest and taught belly. An ebon skinned arm snaked around your slim waist, holding you secure to the figure behind you. Trying to control your ragged breathing, you retracted your hand and looked ahead, cursing your horrid luck and the mercenary leader's magical boots and jewelry which silenced his sneaky approach.
"Looks like the beauty has been captured by the beast," hot breath teased the shell of your ear, causing unwanted shudders to run down your spine, "I just might have to personally punish you for attempting to steal from me."
The drow leader's normally jovial voice went hard and stern. His muscled arm tightened around you, while the other pressed the glinting dagger further to your skin. "Have I not been treating you fairly? I've instructed my men to keep their hands off of you," He slid his hand over your leather clad hips, "such a beauty." You bit your lips as his strong hand grazed your tight stomach, lightly tracing your belly button. You shifted away from the assaulting hand only to press back tighter to his lean body. The stiff leather of his vest rubbed your shoulder blades, your buttocks securely against his hips. From behind, you heard him release a small groan in approval, and you flushed in embarrassment.
"Jarlaxle, I have come here to propose a deal," you shakily said. The drow mercenary hummed while brushing smooth lips over your shoulder, ready to consider your plight. The sensation created from his mouth against your skin left goose-bumps. Jarlaxle smirked and preceded to nuzzle the column of your neck, ghosting his parted lips behind your ear. "By all means, let me hear your demands (y/n)" he purred delectably into your ear. Your heart raced and your mind became frazzled. The dark elf's mouth was driving you crazy with sudden lust and your pride crumbled; Jarlaxle had won without even trying. Closing your eyes in inevitable defeat, you sighed and tentatively ran your hands over his arms to wrap behind your head, arching your back into the powerful drow male. The tips of your fingers brushed his overly sensitive ears, tracing their pointed curves. Jarlaxle's usual composure faltered as he hissed, rolling crimson eyes back into his skull. Rippling muscles quaked against your back, granting you a point for success.
"Pray tell me, what is your suggestion," Jarlaxle breathed heatedly. Encasing his cleanly shaven, and hatless, head in your grasp you tilted your neck back to rest against his collar bone, "I will give myself to you …and you give me my freedom ."
There's a she wolf in the closet,
Open up and set her free (auuuu)
There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe (inhales, exhales)

"Ha! You crafty she wolf!" Jarlaxle flexed his hips into your backside, "You've known that I have wanted you since the first time you rejected my advances." The drow mercenary removed the dagger from your throat only to drag its blade down your barely clad chest. The scraping of the sharpened edge caused your breaths to come in heaving intakes. The icy hot pain and intense pleasure coursed through your veins like a poison. It also gave Jarlaxle a glorious view of your breasts rising out of your leather top. The valley they created enticed him, and he licked his onyx lips in anticipation.
" I have waited patently for this, since I never force myself upon any woman. Such sweet agony you put me through my dear (y/n)," Jarlaxle's free hand traveled up to the underside of your right breast, the confident limb tracing the leather edge of your top. "I am no naïve maiden," you purred seductively taking his strong hand and pressing it to your breast. Jarlaxle's slender drow fingers flexed around the mound of plump flesh, feeling your hardened bud through the black leather, "No-most certainly not a timid maiden. But a woman who knows what she wants," he squeezed the flesh torturously. Gasping hoarsely you arched into his hand, mewling as he circled your nipple. His dagger hand halted at the apex of your shapely hips placing the blade down upon his stone table.
Sitting across the bar, staring right at her pray,
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way.
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent,
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student.

Jarlaxle, now fondling both breasts, ground his hips into your rear rubbing his growing need against you. You moaned when the pronounced hardness ran over your buttocks and upper thighs. The dark elf kissed your neck, lapping hungrily at your skin. Tilting your head to better acquaint yourself with those luscious lips, Jarlaxle took it upon himself to bite down harshly.
"Ahh!" you gaped in mounting pleasure. A light smack to your rump started your senses, "What in the nine hells!?" Suddenly, the drow mercenary released your swollen breasts and clenched the tight leather casing ripping it clean from your chest. Squealing in shock, your hands flew to cover your now bare breasts. The drow's nimble fingers grabbed them swiftly and continued their teasing. Your nipples became dark and hard under his insistent digits; their pulling and rubbing created delightful feelings to stir in your womanhood. Shivering as his hot, moist tongue slid over your shoulders and neck you ran hands over the smooth surface of his scalp. Massaging the silky skin you groaned wantonly as Jarlaxle rocked his pelvis into yours, the gyrating dance clouded your mind with carnal lust. His length pressed sharply into you, and you could tell by the drow's gasps that his need was straining against his breeches.
"Jarlaxle," you panted, eyes half-lidded, "say what you wish to do with me." The drow's slender hands relinquished your reddened and tender breasts, sliding possessively down your sides stopping to undo your leather breeches, "I wish to ride you, to dominate you like a stallion and mare. I want to feel you quake and tremble beneath me and see your breasts heave with bliss. I will conquer you. Mount you into supplication." The drow spun you around and pulled you close to his sculpted onyx chest, ruby eyes dangerous with sexual heat, "I will see to it that your thighs quiver as you find release around me."

To look at the single man I've got on me a special radar,
And the fire department's hotline in case i get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
I'm having a very good time in the heat, very bad in the arms of a boy

Quickly, the mercenary leader engulfed your mouth with his. His hot tongue sliding over your teeth and your lips. Moaning contently you returned his kiss with equal fervor; your mouths worked each other, entwining tongues tugged and caressed the other. You felt rivulets of saliva slide between your lips, wetting your chins. Both grunting and moaning like beasts, the bald drow sucked and kissed down your neck leaving red bruises in his wake. Those lips pulling at your skin, devouring you made you practically rip apart his vest and ravish his perfect chest. Two black nipples stood erect, inviting your mouth to entertain them. Gripping broad shoulders, you wrenched him away from you to place a delicate finger past his lips. He took the digit and sucked hungrily, like a babe as you ducked your head to flick your tongue over a pert bud. Watching it twitch you gently bit down on the hardened nipple. The dark elf inhaled deeply, his erection tenting his breeches. Softly suckling on his chest, your lips teased the alert flesh. Deep inside of you your womanhood flared and ached as juices seeped from your neither-lips. Jarlaxle, with his lush lips surrounding your finger, bucked forward in a feeble attempt to ease the pain in his groin.
Smirking against his chest, you slowly slid your free hand down rippling abs and lightly tickled the slim hip bones. Jarlaxle's eyes snapped shut and groaned in delight-his swelling member throbbing with stinging excitement. Through the silk breeches the distinct outline of the inflamed tip greeted you. Deciding you'd take your time you looked up into Jarlaxle's crimson pools, which were currently transfixed by your agonizing treatments. Retracting your wet digit you traced his thin lips, down his throat and collar bones. Once you reached his chest, your nails dug lightly into the smooth obsidian flesh-leaving pale tracks over chorded muscle.
"Wicked! You are wicked! As ruthless as the priestesses of Lolth," came his breathless accusation. The veins wrapping around his hips pounded with adrenaline at the inexorable promise of hot fellatio. "If I am so wicked, that you would equate me with the likes of Lolth's minions," you paused eyeing the obvious arousal that now stood mere centimeters before your parted lips, "then pray tell, why does your little mercenary betray you?"
The ebon skinned drow furrowed his white brows at your mocking inspection, "Little? My lady, I assure you by no means is my mercenary to be underestimated!" jutting out his hips, Jarlaxle hastily undid the ties to his breeches giving small curses whenever his fingers failed to loosen a lace. Giggling as his fingers fidgeted with his ties you calmly placed your hands over his and whispered, "Then allow me to be the one that frees the brigand from his prison."

There's a she wolf in the closet,
Open up and set her free (auuuuuu..)
There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe (inhales, exhales)

Stifled moans and incoherent words echoed off the rocky walls as you knelt before the drow. Your lips worked the stiff organ with painfully slow sucks. Jarlaxle's bald head lolled back onto his broad shoulders in complete arousal-focusing on the timid almost virginal licks and kisses. He felt himself swell within your hot mouth as you darted your tongue in and out of his slit. Pearly white beads leaked from the black tip and trickled down the length of him. You saw these ivory rivers and lapped them away, sliding from base to tip. The mercenary hunched over you as he drew closer to release. Gripping your (h/c) tresses tightly he began to give slow thrusts into your moist cavern. The swollen member twitched involuntarily as it entered the wondrous heat. Seeing that he wanted more, you increased your sucks around his engorged length; your teeth nibbled on the thick vein protruding through glistening onyx skin, causing a sudden buck from the elf. Reaching up between his muscled thighs, you gently cupped him in your palm. At once Jarlaxle ceased his thrusts and gasped as his heavy sack was squeezed. The soft flesh clenched within your hand as you fondled the two large globes. Now your mouth worked his inflamed tip, drawing his essence out. The slit spewed more clear fluid only to be devoured by quick flicks of your tongue.
"By the blessed spiders of Lolth!" he breathed, his voice laden with lust, "I will be sure to punish you so that you will feel it in days to come!"
Pulling on your hair, you released the twitching head with a resound POP and were spun around to hit the rim of his stone table. You landed on the cold surface harder than you had intended, slightly hurting your wrists. A yelp emerged from your pouty lips as your breeches were unceremoniously shucked from your legs and bottom. Realizing that he truly wanted to ride you, you moaned wantonly rolling your hips back, angling them so the farie light shone off your wetness.
"What a spectacle you are, wagging your hips at me. I fully intend on taming that wild filly inside of you. Tell me that you want me, moving slowly, long and deep. Claiming you as mine," Jarlaxle kissed between your shoulder blades, ghosting his tip around your slick entrance, "you want my hardness inside of you, pounding you into submission."
Without warning, you let out a harsh scream as his erection slammed past your folds, burying himself to the hilt within you. His girth stretched you deliciously as he thrusted with unrestricted fire. The drow gave deep, forceful thrusts into your womanhood. Slick noises filled the chamber as he went in and out, your inner walls constricting around him. Your legs buckled when he found the spot, turning you into this writhing and pleading creature. Bright lights and utter euphoria engulfed your body and mind as his member pounded roughly into your opening.
"Hah!! I feel you trying to milk me as only a siren like you can," he smirked, "the sweetness of your moans is enough to bring me to climax."
Your face flushed as sweet shudders traveled down your thighs, "Nigghhhh, I want you harder! Deeper, treat me as nothing but your plaything tonight!" you spread your legs wider, giving him deeper access.
The dark elf happily obliged and gripped your hips as he moved relentlessly. Sweat drenched his strong back and buttocks. With an animalistic snarl he quickened his pace within your tight heat. And the sounds of slapping skin and slick suction grew louder and more frequent. Growing tired of this position, Jarlaxle let go of your hips to pick your trembling body up to his chest. Holding onto his neck from behind, he pounded up into your core. His standing erection brushed your sweet spot bringing you to release over and over. Jarlaxle hungrily bite into your neck as he felt your juices coat his shaft. Shakily, the dark elf walked with you impaled upon his thickness relishing as you writhed against him. Then much to your surprise, he pulled himself from you and threw you onto his immaculate bed.

S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise, breathes heavily
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

Swiftly twisting around, your neither lips red and tender you panted up at him, and lewdly spread you thighs. Seeing what he had done to you, new waves of desire rushed through him. He saw your wetness, saw your essence drip from the open hole hidden by your folds. The dark elf chucked and quickly re-mounted you-your back arching up on the silk sheets. Jarlaxle took your quivering legs and placed them over his shoulders, effectively fucking you deeper and harder. Your screams rang in his pointed ears urging him to go faster and faster. Your whole body jerked under his pistoning assaults, his hips rolling into yours. Your toes curled under the immense pressure. The elf grunted above you with teeth tightly clenched. Two nimble fingers pinched your overly sensitive nub, eliciting a wall shaking scream from your lips. Deep inside you felt his member twitch and flex, ready to erupt. Grinding his hips into yours, Jarlaxle captured your open lips in a heated kiss. His tongue consuming you as he finally climaxed, shooting hot thick seed deep into your core. At the same time, your walls clenched around him, releasing your own essence onto him. With several slow jerks, Jarlaxle emptied himself before collapsing on-top of your trembling body. With the mercenary still buried inside you shifted and kissed his forehead. The chamber reeked of sex and sweat, the two aromas cloaking the room.
After regaining his breath, Jarlaxle propped himself on his elbows to stare into your tired eyes.
"That was thoroughly enjoyable," he smiled widely, "methinks after I sample some wine, we might continue this game." Coming down from your elated high you snapped your head up, quite angered that he would suggest such a thing!
"We had an agreement!" you snapped, your mind spinning.
The evasive mercenary smiled and kissed you tenderly thrusting his hips into yours, letting you feel the growing erection, "But my dear…I never agreed to anything."
S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe (inhales, exhales)

---She-Wolf by Shakira