Back story for Shadout and Rhafallia part 2

 

The Back Story for Shadout and Rhafallia is a work of erotica and will be tagged as such.  If you are offended by such works do not read any of the Back Story for Shadout and Rhafallia posts and READ NO FARTHER.  If you do like erotica, enjoy and please comment.

 

 

Rhafallia felt a hand at her face then the back of her head and the blind fold was lifted away she blinked in the bright lantern lights that were aimed at the stage. She saw the crowd for the first time tonight. A lot of familiar faces smiled up to her. She knew most of them from other Dungeon events and had played with a few of the Masters. She saw Lord Arcon, snoring lightly, passed out in the corner and she giggled softly to herself.

“Eyes Front!” The dusky voice ordered.

“Yes, Master!” She turned her head to lock eyes with the tall black and white Prydian that had issued the order. She had never seen him at any other Dungeon events. His steel grey eyes locked to hers. She studied his feline face and found it handsome and stern.

“You will call me ‘Sir.’ I have not collared you so you have not earned the right to call me ‘Master.’ Now I tire of all this bidding. I feel that it is time for a song for a break, You are a bardess, sing for us. Some thing bawdy.”

“Yes, Sir,” She paused to think of a song for she had not prepared to preform tonight, at least not in this way. “I know just the right song Sir. It is entitled ‘Fine Wine.’” A murmur rolled through the room, apparently some in the room knew the song. Rhafallia waited for quiet her eyes never leaving Lord Shadout’s. Rhafallia’s began to sing in a soft alto voice.

 

“If you were a bottle of wine

And I could fill my cup

I would savor your flavor

Then slowly

Very slowly

Drink you up.”

She smiled sweetly twitching her long whiskers. Then her song continued.

 

“I would let you linger upon my tongue

Delight my mouth in every way

Let my lips bathe in your moistness

Sipping very slowly on you all day.”

She licked her whiskers suggestively then continued to sing.

 

“If you were a bottle of wine

Mellow and aged from wood

I would swirl you around in my mouth

Then slowly

Very slowly.”

As she sang this verse she let her body begin to ungulate, dipping and raising her shoulders in a sensual motion making her small breasts shake and quiver. Her arms would have been serpentining with the dance had they not been tied at the wrists. Her eyes never left Lord Shadout’s eyes as her body rose and dipped. His eyes never left hers.

 

“Feel your juices trickle as long as I could

I would drink from you slowly

So slowly and deeply

Making your sweet flavor last

And I wouldn’t stop until the last drop

And then slowly”

Her dance continued along with her song her eyes never leaving those hypnotic eyes.

 

“Very slowly.”

She paused momentarily and bowed her head breaking the eye contact before she sang

“Lick the glass.”

Popping her head back up to meet Lord Shadout’s steely greys and licking her lips suggestively. She then purred loudly as the audience erupted in cheers, applause and whistles.

Lord Shadout smiled slightly. Rhafallia took a moment to look him over. He was a handsome white Prydian with black marking to making him look as if he were wearing a vest over a white shirt. His face was white with black tips to his ears. Lord Shadout’s lower regions were covered with a heavy leather kilt. His shoulders while strong were not the shoulders of a warrior. He wore no holy symbol or instrument to mark him as a cleric or bard. Though he could have left them home for the party. The shoulder satchel that sat near where he stood also gave no clue as to Lord Shadout’s profession

“Thank you. Come down here and kneel beside me, Rhafallia.” He said, “Rhafallia?” He said again breaking her internal questioning. “I said come here and kneel. That means now, I’m sure that these fine folks would like to get on with their auction.”

“Yes Mast… er Sir, right away.” Rhafallia made her way to the side of the small stage by the steps and was helped down them by a stagehand who then untied her wrists tossing the rope backstage. Then the same stagehand helped her to the floor from the main stage. She scampered across the taproom to next to Lord Shadout where she bowed. Then bending at the hips and knees she lowered herself til her knees dropped to the floor with a bump and her furry ass meet her heels hard. She kept her back strait during the kneeling she then laid her tail straight behind her. Placing her wrists on her thighs with her palms up. She completed the posture by laying her ears back and relaxing her face.

Shadout sat on the bench next to Rhafallia. He draped his tail over her shoulders and caressed her cheek with the tip causing her whiskers to twitch.

The auction went on but Rhafallia didn’t follow the action as she was focused on Lord Shadout and the caresses of his tail as he watched the auction. At one point she found a mug edge pressed to her lips encouraging her to drink. The liquid was warm, sweet and tangy, a spiced mulled wine. She drank deeply, encouraged by Lord Shadout’s tilt of the mug to her.

“Have you eaten recently?” Shadout asked

Rhafallia nodded her head and replied “Yes, Sir, just before the auction all the auctionees had a dinner together.”

“Good. Go and get your things we shall retire from here and go to a friends home for the rest of the evening. I tire of the noise.” Lord Shadout said.

Rhafallia stood and bowed to Lord Shadout and scampered backstage through the curtains. Once back stage she located her backpack and cloak, she opened her pack and pulled out her heavy powder blue legging and a darker blue knit sweater setting the sweater aside she slid her lithe legs in to the leggings and then pulled the loin cloth out of the belt that held it in place and tucked the cloth in to her back pack. Pulling the sweater over her head the rough wool scratched at her nipples making them stand out again. Rhafallia reached up and fluffed her hair out of the collar of the tight necked sweater. She closed her back pack and pulled it on before stepping in to her short leather boots that were under the pack. She then pulled her cloak from the peg that it hung from and draped it over her shoulders and clasped the frog at her throat. She left the back stage area out in to the taproom and found Lord Shadout now wearing a heavy cloth cloak and his shoulder satchel. He was standing at the bar counting out some coins in to tall stacks, there were four of them and he was working on a fifth as she approached.

“There is for the auction,” he then laid three more coins on the bar, “and that should cover my tab.”

“Most generously M’ Lord, thank you.” the barman said.

Lord Shadout look Rhafallia up and down then clasped the lower frogs on her cloak and turn her hood up tucking her ears in to it. “There you go. The weather is bad out there and I would not want my nights purchase to catch a chill.” He then did up his own cloak and hood and lead Rhafallia to the door. Turning to the room he called out “It was a pleasure to meet most of you!” He cast a sideways glare to the snoring Lord Arcon. “I hope to see you all again real soon and I will return the lovely Lady Rhafallia on the marrow thats providing we do not get snowed in!”

“To more snow!” was toasted in the room to great laughter.

Lord Shadout opened the door, the wind nearly pulling it from his grasp, he held it and motioned Rhafallia out in to the gray night. Following her and closing the door behind him. “Give me your hand!” He shouted to be heard above the gale. “In this blizzard I could easily lose you! My friends place is not far from here but in this we could easily get lost!”

Rhafallia reached out and felt a firm grip grasp her hand, it felt reassuring as she could just make out the dark silhouette leading her in to the stinging snow storm. She looked up for the familiar lighted globes that lit the streets and found only a faint halo of light as they neared one the next one only a hundred feet or so away was not to be seen in the blinding snow. Trudging their way through a snow drift Rhafallia wished she had taller boots on as a icy pool of water filled her left boot. “Sir? Is it much farther? I just got a boot full of water and I’ll need to dry it out before my foot freezes and we have to get me to the empaths guild for frost bite!”

“It is just around that next corner if that is Travelers Way her place is about mid block so about a quarter mile! We will warm your feet when we get there!” Lord Shadout shouted back

They pressed on against the snow one hand holding each other and the other keeping their hoods on their heads. The road ahead did turn out to be the promised Travelers Way. They crossed to the far side use the buildings there as a wind break and the drifts were shallower there. Rhafallia cursed under her breath each time her left foot squished in the soaked boot and she noticed her toes were going numb.

“There is her place across the street!” Shadout shouted and pointed causing his hood to fly back he left it down and quickened their pace across the street and up to a porch. He fished in to his pockets and came out with a key, working the lock he opened the door. “Quickly inside!” Rhafallia did as ordered. Shadout followed shaking the wet snow from his mane. “Get those wet boots off I will get the stove stoked up.” Rhafallia tossed her hood back and then undid the frogs on her cloak and shrugged it over her back pack. Looking around she found the shadow of a peg in the wall cast by the light of the wood stove Lord Shadout was blowing in to with a small bellows. Hanging her cloak on the peg she then found a low stool to sit on to get her boots off. Once she’d done that she picked up her boots and walked over to Lord Shadout setting her boots by the stove she hoped that they would be dry by morning. The fresh logs in the stove took light with help of the bellows. Rhafallia reached from behind Lord Shadout and started to undue his cloak. “Let me get that for you Sir.” When she had finished unfastening all the frogs he shrugged the heavy cloak in to her hands. She started to walk it over to the pegs when she realized her cold foot was now getting warm in that painful pins and needles kind of way.

 

Authors note: I dont know what is going on with the font and size.  I cut and paste this from a document I wrote last year and the font and size is the same on that document.  WordPress does not seem to have a way built in to correct this so please bear with this.  Thank you Croaker.