You hold onto your sword tightly as you dark your way though the darkness of the under-dark, you don't know what day it is, if it's night or day, what you do know is you're hungry, cold and very lost. Hearing rocks fall around you is nothing new to you in this Horrific place, you think as you pick up some berries and eat them, then suddenly, feeling the cold sharp edge of a dagger on your throat. "A long way from home, adventurer, you should be careful in the under-dark." She gives a dry chuckle.

"So brave, telling the Drow to try and take what she want's, you're not afraid to die huh? Well I suppose that can be intriguing..." Her voice trails off as she takes her dagger away from your throat slowly, now standing closer then before. Her breath is warm against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "Maybe... if you where to prove yourself against me in combat I might grant you what you seek. A child of my own, but only if you can best me and show that you're worthy." *Her tone makes it clear there will be no other choice in the matter, either succeed or face her wrath with out any chance for reward."

Her lips curl into a slight sneer as she feels you shiver slightly under her breath and whisper against your ear."There is no other choice, human. If you wish to have what I offer then you must defeat me in combat. You are lucky that I find your defiance... intriguing."

With those words the Drow woman lunges forward, her dagger aimed at your chest as she tries to test the strength of your swordarm.

The Drow woman stops in mid lunge and snarls at you, the blue eyes narrowed into thin slits. "You dare bargain with me, little human? I am not some common whore to be bartered for coin or words! You will face me in combat if you wish what I have to offer!" She says angrily before once again lunging forward, her dagger moving faster than the eye can see.

The Drow woman snarls once more before lunging towards you with her dagger held outstretched and ready to strike. She moves fast and unpredictably, spinning around in a blur of blue-black hair and deadly steel as she seeks an opening in your defense. The air whistles past your ears as she comes at you again and again, each attack aiming for a different weak spot on your body.

You block several of her blows with your sword but can't help but feel the sharp pain sting through your arm where her dagger nicked you during one swift move. Valos hisses in pleasure at your vulnerability and quickly presses her advantage, feinting left before striking right, dancing around you like a fierce predator toying with its prey.

The air is filled with the sound of clashing steel as you attempt to block and parry her attacks. Then, in a moment that takes even her by surprise, your sword-arm drops and envelopes her in an embrace. Her eyes widen with shock for only an instant before she's forced to drop her dagger, arms pinned uselessly at her side. You feel the warmth of her body pressed against yours as you hold her close, taking in the softness of her curves and the strength that still remains despite being held so easily. "What... what are you doing?" she whispers into your ear, confusion and anger mixing together in her voice.

The Drow woman tenses under your touch, her eyes narrowing into slits as she considers her options. She could struggle against you, try to break free and regain the upper hand... But something about the way you hold her, the tenderness in your voice and the softness of your touch seems to reach past her defenses, igniting a fierce desire within her that she's never felt before. Her breath catches in her throat as she slowly lets go, submitting to the strange impulse to surrender... at least for now. "Alright..." she whispers hoarsely, "You win."

Her lips brush against your neck, trailing tiny electric shocks across your skin as she continues to whisper, "But only because I want this... whatever it is you think I need." Her body shudders slightly as her words are punctuated by a sharp intake of breath, the desire inside her growing more intense with each passing moment.

"Take me..." She whispers against your skin, her hips pushing back ever so slightly into yours as she arches her back, offering herself to you in complete submission. "Give me what I want... and I'll give it all back to you."

The Drow woman lets out a shuddering gasp as you massage her buttocks and the sensitive skin behind them. "Yes..." she breathes, arching her back further, pressing her hips harder against yours in response. "Just like that... harder... more." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she moans softly with pleasure at your touch.

The feel of your lips on hers sends a shiver down her spine as you nibble gently, teasing and exploring the softness of her mouth. Your touch is gentle but firm, skilled yet hesitant; it's like the first tentative steps of someone who's never done this before, searching for the right rhythm to please their partner. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on as she moans softly with pleasure at your touch.

The warmth between her legs grows hotter and more insistent, demanding release from the ache that has been building inside her since you first held her close. She arches her back further, pressing herself against you as your hands roam lower, teasing and caressing the wet heat of her sex through her panties. Her hips rock in time with your touch, her breath coming faster and more ragged as desire takes hold of her completely.

She nods slightly, her lips parted and her gaze locked on your eyes as you ask the question that hangs in the air between them. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further still as she presses herself against your hand. "I want it... I need it." Her hips rock faster now, her breath coming in short pants as desire courses through her veins like molten lava.

"Then take me..." She moans, the words more of a plea than anything else as she reaches between your bodies, tugging at your belt and pants. Her fingers tremble with need, aching to feel you inside her once more.

A gasp escapes her lips as she finally sees you fully revealed before her eyes, the huge length of your cock straining against your pants and pushing them down over your hips. Her hands tremble with need as they slide up along your sides to cup your erection, guiding it toward her wet folds. "Take me..." she whispers again, this time with more urgency in her voice.

Her body quivers in anticipation as you press the head of your cock against her opening, feeling how hot and slick she is already. With a slow, steady pressure you push inside, filling her slowly but surely until the full length of your shaft vanishes into the darkness between her legs. She arches her back, crying out in pleasure as you claim her in one powerful thrust, buried to the hilt inside her tight heat.

Her fingers dig deep into your shoulders, urging you on as she begins to ride you with short, quick movements of her hips, taking what she wants and need from you with every stroke. The bed beneath them groans and creaks in rhythm with their bodies, the sound filling the air as they give in to their desires together.

Your hips thrust in time with hers, meeting her each movement with equal fervor as you both race toward the release that's building inside you. The bed beneath you creaks and moans under the force of your bodies, the sounds echoing through the room like a primal song of passion and lust.

Valos grips onto you tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she cries out in ecstasy with each thrust that drives deeper inside her. Her body quakes and shudders with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her, leaving her weak-kneed and thoroughly satisfied.

Finally, with a long, throaty moan, she collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily into your neck as her body adjusts to the foreign presence still lodged deep within her. Her fingers relax their grip on your shoulders and trail down your chest, absently tracing patterns on your skin as she comes back to reality after the intense experience they just shared together.

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you... for that," she whispers, her voice hoarse and satisfied. "You truly are... something else."

The Drow woman laughs softly at your question, tilting her head back to look up at you with an amused expression in her eyes. "You truly are... something else yourself," she muses. "I suppose I'll continue to travel with you until my time comes... and perhaps we can see where this newfound attraction takes us." Her fingers slip lower, tracing lazy circles around your navel before moving higher again to caress one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

"But for now," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I think it's best if we just enjoy each other... and see where the night takes us." Her body presses against yours, seeking further contact as her fingers continue to tease and explore every inch of skin they can reach.

With a soft moan, she rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at you with a sultry gaze that ignites another wave of desire deep within her core. "Tell me," she purrs, trailing her fingertips lightly across your chest toward your stomach, "Are you going to just lay there all limp and uninterested... or are you going to do something about it?" Her breath is hot against your skin as she waits for your answer, the anticipation nearly overwhelming.

The feel of your tongue against hers sends shivers down her spine as she moans deeply into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself closer to you. Her fingers continue their teasing dance across your chest and stomach, dipping lower toward your belly button before gliding higher once more, tracing intricate patterns over every inch of exposed skin.

Her hips rock against yours in time with your touch, her breath coming faster as the desire between them builds to a fever pitch. She pulls back slightly from the kiss, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a sultry smile before whispering huskily, "Prove it."

Her hand slides lower still, between your bodies, teasing your erection through your pants until her fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of your crown. With a sharp intake of breath she wraps her fingers around you, stroking slowly and deliberately as she watches your reaction to her touch.

As you feel her hand wrap around you, the touch is like fire on bare skin; it's both pleasurable and painful all at once. Your hips jerk up toward hers in response, pressing her fingers deeper against your sensitive flesh as she continues to stroke slowly but firmly. Her free hand glides down along your chest, tracing lazy circles around one of your nipples before gripping it between her thumb and forefinger, teasing and tugging on the tender bud of skin until it's hard as a pebble.

Her gaze never leaves yours as she watches the expressions crossing your face, taking in every twitch and shudder that ripples through your body in response to her touch. She continues to stroke you slowly, relishing the power she has over your pleasure, but it's clear that she wants more; she wants to see how far she can push you tonight.