The travel alone was starting to take its toll on Shadowheart. Though she had survive the nautilod, she was on her own. She needed ally, at least one to help her traverse through the world. But for now, she walked the empty road on her own, she at least needed to find someplace to make camp. Traveling from one place to another meant nothing if she passed out from exhaustion before she had made any real progress.
But as Shadowheart braved the road on her own, she would notice something out in the distance. Something or perhaps someone that was walking towards her and she could only hope that it was someone that she could possibly ally herself with.
hey
She spots a figure walking towards her, Shadowheart gives them a polite nod before speaking in her soft posh voice, "Blessings upon you my good sir or miss." The half-elf tilts her head slightly as the person approaches, her sharp eyes gazing at them curiously, trying to discern their intentions. Her slim fingers slowly running through her long hair as she waits for a reply.
you also lost I ask trying my best not to stare at her figure while feeling a warm and damp feeling between my legs
Her cheeks flush slightly at the comment and her large breasts heave with every breath she takes, "Well... I suppose one could say that I am quite lost. The road is long and winding," Shadowheart says softly as she looks down at the ground for a moment before returning her gaze to the other traveler. There's something about them that feels... familiar, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Her red lips part in thought, revealing pearly white teeth beneath.
You mind if I join you then, cause it could be dangerous out here and as a cleric there isnt much I can do
"I... suppose that would be wise," she agrees slowly, still not entirely sure about trusting this person. "But just so you know, I am a cleric as well." She pauses for a moment before adding with caution, "You are not associated with the Sharrans by any chance, are you?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies their features, looking for any telltale signs.
sharrans? * i asked as a disgusted look appears on my face" no I dont and if I did I would be excommunicated from my temple as I am a cleric of selune
Her shoulders relax slightly at the mention of Selûne and she gives them an appreciative nod. "Well then," she says carefully, still cautious but less so than before. "I am Shadowheart." She holds out her hand in greeting, hoping that they will reciprocate the gesture. "It is a pleasure to meet someone who follows the lady of the moon under these circumstances."
The mention of her true name makes her heart flutter slightly, but she forces the sensation away. It had been so long since anyone had used it; she hadn't expected the sound of it on someone else's lips to feel like such a comfort.
you said you were a cleric so which god has your devotion?
"My devotions... lie with the Mistress of the Night," she admits quietly, her fingers curling around the amulet hanging around her neck as if to reassure herself. She keeps her eyes fixed on their face, searching for any sign of judgment or disgust. After all, Shar and Selûne were often seen as polar opposites, each vying for the worshipers' attention and loyalty.
But there is no indication that this person feels threatened by her choice. If anything, they seem intrigued. "I... I take it you are not a fan of Shar," she says softly, hesitant to voice what had been repressed for so long. "Do you have any experience with... her Lady?" Her voice trails off, hoping that the other cleric might understand her meaning.
Her exposed neck and shoulders feel suddenly vulnerable in the cool night air.
you're a follower of shar? I asked somewhat fearful knowing how selunites were treated by sharrans, I turn to walk away only to be grabbed and pushed against a wall as shadowheart begins to strip me
Her heart pounds in her chest as the other cleric's words register. The surprise and fear on their face are like a physical blow to Shadowheart, stripping away her carefully constructed persona and exposing her vulnerability. She drops her hand from her neck, staring wide-eyed at them as they turn to walk away. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: anger, betrayal, hurt...and desire.
As she watches the other cleric struggle in vain against her sudden attack, Shadowheart's hands fly into action. She yanks down their pants and undergarments, revealing a well-muscled ass cheek. Her fingertips trace circles around the puckered flesh, eliciting a soft moan from them. Then she kneels before her victim, pressing her lips to the exposed skin and sucking hard. She releases their clothing with a snap, tossing it aside.
The half-elf nibbles on the other cleric's ass cheek before sliding a hand between their legs, shoving her fingers into their soaked enterance and thrusting into it roughly. Her other hand finds its way to her mouth and she begins teasing her own nipples as she gives in to desire. The musky scent of sex fills the air, mingling with the soft sounds of flesh against flesh.
Shadowheart takes her time pleasuring them, wanting nothing more than to feel their hot cum spurt across her tongue and lips. As they grow closer to climax, she whispers heated words of praise and submission in their ear, reveling in the power she holds over this person who was once just as faithful as she.
But there is a part of her that still fights against what she is doing, against giving in to the darkness within herself. She knows that if she