Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 02: Sorceress

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Here we introduce the elven sorceress. . . Poor thing.
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Part 2 of the 14 part series

Updated 03/18/2014
Created 12/04/2013
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II

The Sorceress

* * * *

My dearest Tessarie,

I know times are trying right now, but please know that I did my best to ensure you wound up somewhere safe. Human lands are welcoming to our kind and while they are not to be trusted, I have no doubt you will be treated well and welcomed with open arms. From what we know of them, they shun magic, so please be careful if you choose to exercise your powers. . .

The accident could have been forgiven if it was not so wide spread, but in talking to the elders, there is hope. I know you suffer from the same thing they did, but the decision has been handed down. You may be allowed to return when have learned to master your skills, but for now the only advice I can offer is to keep your wits about you and your chin up. You are destined for greatness. Do not give up.

You are forever in my heart.

Your brother,

Estereyn

* * * *

A beautiful melancholy hymn clung to the air like the sickly-sweet flavor of fermenting peppermint. The human singing in front of the band tugged at her collar subconsciously as she went through the movements of her dance by rote; devoid of the passion and spirit that she could have inspired in anyone with her powerful, sultry body.

Tessarie could see the hopelessness in her eyes as the greasy dregs of society threw coppers on to the catwalk around the dancer. Her heart ached for the woman and she tugged at her own collar, knowing full well the futility of the act. Makrin would keep the coppers, of course. He'd apply a portion of it to the human's debt with him, but never enough to get ahead.

This was how things went at the Crimson Devotion. Day in and day out, the women danced amidst the stinging haze of tobacco smoke and cheap alcohol while patrons came and went at all hours. Some women had it better than others, some could dance or sing keep guests entertained in other ways. Those who couldn't wound up in the back rooms. Tessarie shuddered.

She had gotten good at ignoring the looks and the rough nature of humans-- especially the men-- but she'd never truly understood the exact reason behind their primitive ways. She had some insights from the cheap pulp novels she'd managed to sneak away with. Usually left by patrons too drunk to remember their names. Her mother had tried to explain them to her when she was younger, but she didn't pay attention when she should have-- life had been more interesting then. Vibrant. . . alive with possibility.

"Oi, knife ears! Need a drink here!"

But that was then. This was now.

Tessarie scooped up one of the ales lined up on the bar and placed it on her serving tray before she bounded away with a flourish, neatly pirouetting between isles of drunken men laughing and talking amongst them selves. She felt herself slide away into the corners of her mind as she moved, to that place of real freedom that no one could touch. Her long blonde hair swirled around her body with pent up magic looking for a place to release.

She danced through the isles towards the man with the tray held high, ale sloshing against the rim of the glass. Tessarie didn't flinch when someone slapped her tight butt and instead tossed the platter up, spun in place, feeling the power build in her body with every movement. When she caught the tray she directed her built up energies into it-- the amber liquid flickered pink and went back to its natural shade. She couldn't let herself smile as she raised the tray and bowed low, presenting his drink as though it were a sacred artifact. This garnered more than a few looks from some of the patrons who eyed her olive skin covetously.

The man grabbed the handle and took a slug as he watched the dancer on stage. In a second he realized something was wrong but didn't seem to understand what. He slumped back in his chair looking exhausted all of a second. His eyes closed and he started snoring loudly. Tessarie straightened up with a faint smile. Humans minds were always so susceptible to her magic.

"Oi, Tess!" Makrin said from across the room, motioning her over.

He'd seen her, he had to have. Somehow he knew what she'd done and now he was going to punish her. Dammit, why was she so easily provoked? She swallowed and scuttled over with the tray held over her bare midriff protectively, her head lowered in supplication. "Y- Yes?" She barely squeaked out.

"You got a customer. Booth four."

Tessarie dared a look up at the human through her dark brown bangs. "B- I thought--"

"She's paying. More you make, the quicker you get out of here, yeah? Now get your scrawny little ass over there and take care 'f my customers."

There was a second, just one, where she thought about opening her mouth. About reminding him that her debt wasn't that bad. It'd been two nights at an inn, for Mesyolin's sake! She wasn't supposed to be taken into private, much less into the booths. But then the second passed and her shoulder's slumped in resignation. She knew what would happen if she resisted. Constricting collars were good teachers. She ventured tentatively for her voice. "W- Why me specifically?"

Makrin got that look in his beady eyes that told her she was treading dangerous ground. "She asked for you."

"By name?"

"Of course not! Now, please, yer royal fucking elfiness, would you get a move on?" At those words the collar tightened around her throat to emphasize his demand.

"Going, going--" Tessarie scampered through the main lobby, dumped her tray on the bar as she passed and didn't slow down until she was through the curtain to the hall of private booths. The green linen outfit she wore trailed behind her like a peacock's tail, though it barely covered any of her chest. It covered up other things, though. The bands of linen hung from her hips in layers over her pelvis, almost no one could see the unmistakable outline of what the accident had done to her. Unless she was aroused, of course. Then there would be no hiding it.

A woman was a rare client, but it wasn't completely unheard of in this city. It seemed that more and more humans were expressing their deeper desires just as her people had learned to over centuries. In some way, that comforted her. Sure, Tessarie had heard things from some of the other girls in the back room about how rough orcan bloods were-- men and women alike-- but the booths were meant for no-touch dancing.

Tessarie swallowed. At least she hoped so. Who knew what this woman had been promised to get her to part with her coin.

She stopped outside the door. The frosted windows offered no insights to her client and with the lights set low, she couldn't make anything out of the shadows despite her keen vision. She could do this. Nothing bad would happen, it was just a dance. Nothing more. She took a deep breath.

Her skin prickled despite the warm air and as she grabbed the door knob her hand slipped from sweat. Would she want to do things with Tessarie? Was she looking for a cheap thrill? Humans were so unpredictable when it came to their desires and she didn't know the first thing about actually satisfying them without resorting to the more carnal forms of satisfaction.

Just go. . . Get this over with and life can go on.

Tessarie hugged her arms under her breasts and rubbed her arms suddenly feeling horribly exposed. She wanted to go home, she wanted to be with her friends again. Not surrounded by these strange and overbearing creatures. She had no money, though! And a magic collar that kept her there. Oh, where had it all gone so wrong. . .

She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She'd do this and be done with it, life would go on and she would be out of here soon. An inn room couldn't have cost that much for two days and people paid good money for these booth visits, right? Yes, of course!

The client had probably just paid more than half of her debt in one swoop, so there was the possibility that a good portion of her debt was already cleared. She could be free. She could be home soon. With that thought her confidence brimmed and the tears that wanted to well up in her died off. This wasn't going to be nearly as bad as she thought it was.

She was lying to herself, of course.

No one ever left the Crimson Desire.

Tessarie clenched her teeth and opened the door, slipping in as quietly as she could, as though by doing so she would be ignored. She ran her tongue over her lips and tried to rally her voice, glancing about the room. It was sizable and deep with a semi-circular couch built into the wall opposite the door, in front of which say a small table with a bottle of wine and an ash tray.

On the couch say a human woman with red hair and glasses. She was curvy by human standards, maybe a little overweight but the cut of her blouse, silk vest and pants-- honest to gods pants, what kind of woman wore pants-- sculpted her curves to make her look alluring. She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to strain against her vest as she took in Tessarie's figure. A warm, reassuring smile parted her lips as she leaned back in the cushions and laid her arms against the back of the couch. "My goodness." her voice was like liquid silk, even to Tessarie's sensitive ears. "I must admit, I didn't expect your beauty to light up the entire room--"

"I--"

"But I'm glad it does." The woman crossed her legs at the knee and bobbed her foot with a thoughtful twinkle lighting her gaze. There was something about the slant of those covetous eyes and the way they were set, just a little too far apart to be entirely human. "Tell me, my good woman. . ." Tessarie's customer dipped into her vest, removing a cigar and a slab of brass. "Would it bother you if I smoked?"

"I--. . ." Tessarie's shoulders slumped a little. "If it pleases you, miss."

"Many things please me, dear. Not the least of which is being able to sit prostrate before such beautiful eyes." She smiled warmly at Tessarie's confused expression. "But I believe respect should be given to those much more wizened than myself, hm? So tell me, dear lady, does smoke bother you?"

Tessarie eyed the curious woman for a moment and nodded slowly. "It does, yes. I am sorry."

"Think nothing of it!" The woman's smile remained firmly in place as she pocketed the items once more and threw her arms back against the couch as though she owned the place.

"I--. . ."

"Hm?"

"Forgive me, I have never performed for someone." She licked her lips. She couldn't do this. "S- Solo, I mean."

"Ah? I love being a woman's first." The red haired woman reached into another pocket and produced a silver slab. Pushing a button on it, a small key popped out and she twisted the key as she stood. "I'll tell you what. . . I've had a long day, so perhaps we will perform for one another, hm?" Another warm smile. "Here, sit down."

"I-- I could not!"

"Posh!" She offered her hand, waiting for Tessarie to take them. When she didn't, the woman looked at her with a patient, almost motherly expression that said she would wait as long as it took to get her way. Definitely an unusual trait for a human. She bit her lip, wondering if she should.

Tessarie reached out slowly and took the hand. Daring to hope.

The woman guided her to the couch, settling her down against the cool fabric with a soft purr of a whisper. "Might I know the name of the woman who I may be worshiping before day break?"

"I-" she blinked as the woman leaned in closer and kissed the tip of her ear. She closed her eyes. This wasn't right. Humans didn't do this kind of thing-- it wasn't natural. "T- t- Tessarie." she breathed.

"The pleasure is all yours, my good woman." The woman slid away, tapped her silver device and set it down. In seconds wit was producing a soft melody with a slightly twangy, metallic sound. The melody carried across through the room like an elven ballad played by someone who'd memorized the notes but not the soul of it.

And yet. . .

The woman in the silk vest rolled her body with feline grace, her curves flowed from left to right as she kept perfect pace with the song being played. At that moment Tessarie noticed that her hips were slightly wider than her chest from behind-- moments before the woman rolled those shapely hips back towards her, teasing. . . Offering. . .

Her coppery locks swept back in an arc as she stood, looking at the elf over her shoulder with her butt cocked out slightly. That's when Tessarie saw the woman's slightly pointed ear. In a moment she was turning her whole body, reaching for the sky as she continued rolling her body like a sidewinder traveling across the sands. With each roll of her hips she inched a little closer, twisting this way and that in a hypnotic motion.

Tessarie lost herself in the woman's movements, feeling the stir of a familiar damp hardness between her legs. The woman glided forward gracefully, taking both her hands up in offering to the gods and then again with the other foot. Closer and closer until she was standing in front of her.

The young elf looked up, trembling. The throbbing ache between her legs threatened to burst free from its linen bonds and part of her wanted it to. The pressure was so great that she had to shift her weight until she was almost tilting. The red haired woman had a catty smile and her hands on her hips as though she knew exactly how much power she now held over Tessarie.

Tessarie exhaled deeply, trying to center herself. She couldn't loose control. Not here. Not like this. But then the woman's finger grazed her cheek and she murmured so softly that the words almost seemed to come from another plane. "You're free to do what you like, my dear."

The woman was looking down at her when the young elf finally got the courage to look up again. Silhouetted by the flickering candles, she could have been an overseer, and yet in her gentle caress, she felt like an angel come to take her away. The woman seemed to understand her doubts and she reached up to run her hand through Tessarie's hair, over the tip of her ear and her shoulder.

As she did so, she slid on to the couch and straddled the elf's lap, pinning her down between her thigh thighs with a kind of pressure that was alien and strangely comforting. "Perhaps you'd like me to do what I want instead?" The insistent woman kissed the words across her ear.

"I- I- I-" Tessarie stammered. "We can't-- I-- I'm not. . ."

The red head pulled back slightly and ground her pelvis into Tessarie's lap. "You're something, dear." She whispered and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, leaning into her all the more. "Either you've hidden a candlestick in those robes or you're not all you seem, hm?"

Tessarie blanched and went cold.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll find I'm very. . . Open to new things." Her lips wrapped around the tip of the elf's ears and the girl instinctively let out a soft moan. "I always get what I want. Do you?"

Tessarie balled her shaking hands into fists. This wasn't right but she couldn't stop the human. She owed this debt and-- No. "Stop." It wasn't worth her dignity.

"Mmm?"

"We can't do this."

The woman pulled back, settling her weight down on the elf's thighs which pushed her fully engorged member into the cushion painfully. It was all she could do not to wince as she looked up at the woman straddling her. Her hands hadn't left Tessarie's shoulders but it wasn't a sign of control so much as reassurance. That made her wonder. Was it so bad? She was offering a warmth that most humans hadn't ever offered her. Unorthodox, yes, but hardly dangerous.

Her customer leaned back slightly as though sensing her discomfort and slowly massaged Tessarie's shoulders, leaning in to touch their foreheads together. When she spoke again, it was in pitch perfect elven. "You looked unhappy, when I first saw you. I only want to bring a smile to lips too beautiful to frown."

Tessarie took a deep breath and carefully placed her hands on the woman's arms. "Your mastery of our tongue is remarkable, miss."


"Sweet dear, my tongue can do many things. . ." She smiled slyly, kissed her nose. "What will it do for you, though?"

"I do not know. . ."

"I have an idea." That same catty smile graced her lips and this time Tessarie found herself smiling too. She just didn't give up, did she? She did say she always got what she wanted.

"What is it you wish, you who always gets what you want?"

A flicker of something, uncertainty or perhaps a deep ache within, lit those bright eyes for just a second before she leaned in and whispered. "I want a friend." With those words she wrapped her arms around Tessarie and held her close.

Tessarie closed her eyes and brought her own arms around the woman. She knew it was what she wanted too but she couldn't articulate it. They remained like that for several minutes before the woman took Tessarie's ear in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. "That-- gah-- that's. . ."

"Mmhm. . ."

"Who are you?"

The redhead kissed the tip of her ear, and again. "My name is Sarah."

"Sarah. . ." Tessarie sighed against the mix-blooded woman's ear. "What are you going to do?"

"Shouldn't that be a surprise?" Sarah's hand slipped from the elf's back and traced a line down her chest. She didn't stop when Tessarie backed up against the cushions, either trying to get away or make access easier, neither one of them was sure any more. "I promise we'll both enjoy it." She kissed her neck. "Don't you deserve to be treated for a change?"

"Gods above." Tessarie whimpered when Sarah's hand wrapped around the base of her member. The unnatural extra throbbed hard at her touch in time with the pounding of the little elf's heart. Unlike her diminutive size would suggest, however, Tessarie's cock was thick. Very thick. The size of a well hung human, she had been told by some of the girls.

Sarah's breath caught and she inhaled. "Oh, my, dear. . ." The woman's murmur turned into a husky purr as she tried to wrap her hand around it, not quite able to touch her thumb and forefinger together around it. "Have I done this to you?" She kissed the elf's neck.

Tessarie swallowed. Her heart slammed against her ribs with each breath she managed to ram into her lungs. "I can't help it--"

"You don't have to. . ." Sarah placed her hand on the elf's chest and pushed her back against the cushions. When Tessarie closed her eyes and looked away in shame, the half-blood chuckled softly. In a moment she was at the smaller woman's throat, kissing and just holding her for a while. "You are positively beautiful, sweetheart. No matter what may come between us, never forget that."

Tessarie opened her eyes and looked at Sarah. There was no trace of cynical humor or anger in those eyes. Just acceptance-- and lust if she was being honest. The diminutive elf straightened up and looked up at the woman, unsure of what to do.

Sarah took the cue, brushing her hair behind her own pointed ears before she kissed Tessarie's throat. Between her breasts. She looked up with a faintly predatory smile and kissed her stomach as she slid down to sit on her knees in front of the elf, blowing her warm breath across Tessarie's thighs which had been dotted with goosebumps.

Lacking testicles really wasn't an issue, for some reason her body always seemed to produce pre-cum with even the slightest amount of provocation. Sarah didn't seem to mind, though, she used the wet spot created by the juice to find the tip of the cock and in seconds she had it free of the linen bindings. Tessarie shuddered as the woman took the tip in her mouth and wrapped her lips around it.

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