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Old 02-24-2018, 07:36 PM
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Default Night Off Part 3

Here's part 3, and we're back to ENF!

Veda had been having a fantastic day. She had returned home from her revenge upon the half-elf Syllus a few hours before sunrise, and had let herself sleep till noon. Then, the Drow had spent the rest of the sunlit hours relaxing, eating, and had pleasuring herself. Now, dressed in a long cloak, with the sun setting slowly, she made her way back to the bardic half-elve’s home.
Stripping him bare and leaving him on the balcony was one thing, but if by chance he died there… Well, Veda told herself it would sully her reputation with the rest of the criminal circles she ran in, but she mostly knew that in reality it would weigh on her conscience. Normally she would be stranger to murder, she’d killed for money a few times before settling into thievery. But in this case, the idea of letting him die left a bad taste in her mouth.
Besides, she thought, smiling inwardly, better that he live a life where he won’t live this down.
Veda rarely went out during the day. Her work was nocturnal, so naturally so was she, but that wasn’t it. As a Drow, her pitch black skin, pure white hair, striking purple eyes and fangs caused most to overreact. She understood it, they were the simple city folk who rarely saw enough of the world to witness the more common races, let alone a former citizen of the deep underground, such as herself. Still, the fear in most people’s eyes and the way they walked a little faster got old quickly for her. Hence why she stayed in most days, and hence the full cloak and hood.
She reached Syllus’ house, for the first time seeing it during the day. It wasn’t all that big, and wasn’t all that impressive either. It was two stories of modest living, but at least the roof was shingled, opposed to the thatching on the buildings next to it. Veda immediately noticed a problem.
Last night, it had been simple to slip in unseen to his backyard. Now though, not only was the sun still barely up, but she could see his neighbors working gardens in their backyards, or sitting out and enjoying the sunset. At first, she had the thought that if the neighbors were out, and not currently panicking, then of course that must mean Syllus was no longer chained naked on the second floor balcony. She took a few steps away but slowed and stopped.
The more Veda considered, the more it was possible that Syllus just couldn’t be seen by the neighbors. Afterall the balcony had solid, opaque walls instead of a fence railing on it. Then she considered how it was also possible someone had taken advantage of him, and kidnapped him. With a groan, she heel turned and went back to the house.
Veda waited until the street was fairly empty, and quickly approached the door. She sized up the front door lock as she walked towards it. This had to be precise, she would need to fiddle with it only as long as it might look, from a distance, to be her messing with a key. On top of that, she had to hope no one knew Syllus well enough saw her and knew she didn’t live here.
Fortunately it went off without a hitch. She picked the door, was inside, and closed it behind her all in a few seconds. She looked around.
The entryway was narrow, with a wall of hooks for coats and some various shoes underneath. She continued inside, and the first floor had a kitchen area to her right, a storage room to her left, and in front of her where the stairs. It was a very slow climb, as she tested every step extensively for creaks or groans before putting any weight on it.
Eventually, she silently entered the same sitting area as before. She noticed all the oil lamps were completely empty, and she felt a pang of guilt for costing him so much. It quickly faded when she remembered who she was feeling guilty about.
She cracked open the balcony door and peaked out. Nothing, no sign of Syllus at all. No ropes or anything else either. Slightly concerned she took a step back and considered. She turned around to search the house, confirm if he was freed or not.
The stairs were gone. Just flat floor where they were. Veda blinked, shook her head, but they were still gone. Feeling slightly dizzy, she turned around, and the balcony door was gone too. She hissed and pulled back her hood, blinking over and over.
“This is a charm.” she heard a voice, a very smug one, say.
Veda turned, but it was groggy. She saw in an armchair something that wasn’t there before. It was Syllus Nonacnon, the half-elf, and he was holding a lyre. He was casually strumming a dischordant, mildly upsetting melody, and his voice when he spoke dripped with magic. Around her, the oil lamps sprung to life, despite their depleted state. The flames were purples and pinks and vibrant reds, unnatural, magical colors.
“Took me all day to prepare, so many layers of magic. Didn’t help I had to do it on so little sleep, either.” Syllus said. He was now dressed in his normal attire: straight leg pants, a loose sleeved cotton shirt, leather vest, and pointed boots. The half-elf continued.
“Night Elves, like all fae, resist charms naturally, so this needed much preparation. It’s not like I could just walk into a public place and throw a command or suggestion on the fly onto you. Your blood would resist it.”
His words struck Veda, despite her rage a pang of guilt hit her. She had accused him of charming her that night weeks ago into agreeing with the bet. Now though, that seemed much less likely.
Veda found herself able to move her head and neck, but her legs stayed standing right where they were. She glared daggers at Syllus.
“Fine, I apologize for accusing you, half-elf.”
“Hmm,” his voice echoed heavily, “and for tying me up? You feel guilty about it?”
“Yes.”
Veda felt a magical force in her head, it felt like a hammer driving a spike. Syllus tilted his head at her, he looked worried.
“... no.” she admitted with a growl. The pain subsided.
“Better, no lying now.” Syllus said. He was happy the spell worked, and it was obvious he wasn’t sure it would. “This is gonna be amazing, just watch.” He was excited, giddy even. He switched songs, one more upbeat but still unsettling. The magic in the room stayed thick.
Veda was experiencing a torrent of emotions. Mostly anger, knowing full well if she could she’d spring on him in rage. She also felt, undeniably, a tin ge of fear, at how helpless she was. Underneath everything though, hiding behind every other feeling, was a tiny spark of admiration. She had no idea Syllus had this kind of skill, it was impressive in a way. It didn’t help that it was being used upon her though.
“Now, a little, as you put it, payback, yes?” Syllus hummed to the song for a moment. “Don’t worry, I’m less rough than you. Nothing worse than what you did to me.”
Veda heard voices whisper in her ears, speaking a language that sounded like nothing she’d heard. She noticed Syllus muttering rhythmically in the same tongue. After a few moments, she didn’t feel any different.
“I guess your magic isn’t as well made as you thought.” she sneered at him.
Syllus just raised in eyebrow in response. Veda looked down, saw her hands moving without her input.
“What?!” she said. She could feel them moving, but no matter what she did she couldn’t really stop them. Her hands reached up and untied the catch of her cloak, and it fell to the ground. Underneath, Veda wore her leather pants and cotton shirt, both black. Most of her owned clothes were black. She had boots and a wide belt on as well.
“Miss Veda, Miss Erebus, why don’t you get more comfortable? Your clothes look so tight, so restrictive.” Syllus said giggling. Veda heard him inside her mind.
Looking on horrified, her body bent down and untied her boots. She straightened and kicked them off. She realized her movements were in time to the music. Underneath the boots her feet were bare and now snuggled into the carpet.
“You have cute feet.” Syllus commented. Veda grimaced.
Her hands ran up her body as she gyrated to the beat of the song. In her head she could hear drums backing up the lyre. Her hands ran down her sides, caressed her dancing hips, and then up her stomach, washing over her breasts. She was blushing purple now, her jaw trembling slightly.
“I… you… cut it out.” she stuttered. Anger had left her voice, and what replaced it was embarrassment. She hated Syllus but the one thing anyone in the criminal underground knew, it was that he was maybe the only pacifist that ever walked into the Drunken Rat. He wouldn’t hurt her, Veda was worried about other things.
Syllus just shook his head.
Veda’s hands settled on her belt. They ran the length of it, pulling it an inch away from her body, and then let it snap back into place. She barely had time to quietly gasp before she found her belt unbuckled and on the ground. Her pants sagged slightly and her shirt tumbled freely.
She danced in a circle, could feel Syllus’ lingering gaze on her ass. Facing him again, she felt her hands fumbled with her waistband. They toyed with her pants, showing more and more skin, until slowly lowering them to the ground. Her long toned legs were revealed, dark as midnight, along with a black pair of boyshort panties tight against her thighs.
Syllus whistled and then returned to his chanting. Veda’s blush deepened, her breathing was careful.
Her hands played with the hem of her shirt, teasing hints of her abs and navel. In a somewhat violent motion, she literally tore the shirt in half suddenly, and threw it away. Veda gasped loudly as it happened, eyes staring wide.
The night elf was now down to matching black underwear, boyshorts and a lace bra.
“Little bit fancier than I expected.” Syllus commented.
“Shut up! I was having a ‘me’ day.” Veda groaned.
She continued to dance, showing off all angles of her body as she dipped and turned and sasheyed. Her head was swimming, from more than just magic. Embarrassment, anger, and that nagging sense of arousal that had been tailing Veda. She turned to face Syllus.
One bra strap slipped off her shoulder, than the other. Her fingers toyed with them. Veda was screaming inside, outside baring her fangs. She could feel her obsidian nipples rock hard under her bra. She turned around, and undid the clasp in the backstrap. The garment fell to the floor.
Veda’s breasts dropped free, her nipples pointed dead ahead. She swallowed hard, feeling the air on them, feeling them move so much with every tremble, feeling how hard the nubs were, it infuriated and distracted her. She still fought that arousal as much as she could.
Then she turned around to Syllus, so fast her breasts quivered. Veda yapped, a sound she didn’t remember ever before making. He marvelled her chest, but just barely. His gaze was more amused than lecherous, though Veda was sure she saw a bulge forming in his trousers.
Her hands went behind her head and thrust her chest out, making her breasts bounce more and causing her to yap again. She realized her breathing was growing… erratic.
Syllus noticed. “Are you… enjoying this?” he said, mimicking her tone and words from the night before.
Veda’s mouth dropped open in shock. Was she?
“N-n… no.”
“Nuh uh uh, no lying.” Syllus chided.
Her fingers went into the waistband of her panties. They toyed them up and down, showing the barest hints of her platinum bush.
“Hey… h-hey…” try as she might, something keeps Veda from telling him to stop. Or cursing at him, or simply just yell as loud as she can to maybe disrupt the magic. It isn’t Syllus that keeps her from it, either. It’s Veda.
Painfully gradually, her fingers slowly roll the boyshorts down. Her lower abs get revealed, the swell of her hips, the beginning of the crack of her ass.
Syllus takes in the sight, Veda’s breasts framed her straight arms, every muscle in her body toned and taut, her ragged breathing drawing her chest and shoulders up and down. Then there was the signs of her arousal, her breathing, the purple blush that had grown to her chest, her hard and pointed nipples, the way she was sweating slightly and swaying against the beat of the song.
She exhaled shakily as her fingers continued. Tufts of silver white hair peeked out now, her groomed bush slowly being revealed. In the back, she felt the underwear suddenly whip under the curve of her ass, the two cheeks shaking then entirely exposed. Veda whimpered, lip quivering. The situation was so arousing, and so mortifying. The anticipation was terrifying, terrific.
The panties left her hips, beginning down her thighs. Her lips peeked out from her trimmed bush, as she was so slowly now completely exposed. There was a tell tale glistening.
“You’re wet?!” Syllus shouted in mock disbelief, the same way Veda had yelled “you’re hard?!” the night before.
Veda swallowed, accepting the shame of mockery. Her panties made their way down her legs and pooled in a crumpled heap at her feet. She stepped out of them, and to her horror, the dancing continued. She swayed, her breasts swayed as well. She sashayed, her ass jiggling pleasingly. Every movement reminded her of her nakedness, and bothered her more.
Finally, she stopped, and stood rock still in front of Syllus. The glistening was now half way down her thigh. She looked drunk, the endorphins and arousal clouding her.
“There,” Syllus said, sounding justified, “I’ll leave us on equal terms.” Syllus muttered. Veda surely saw he was completely erect under his trousers.
At this point she was practically panting.
“It’s dark out by now, you should have no problem making it home.” Syllus grinned playfully. Again, he didn’t look aggressive, more like amused. If he wasn’t playing the instrument, Veda was sure he’d be clapping like a child. “Bye bye!” he waved.
Veda blinked, now in a back alley. She was still completely naked, once again naked in the city. It was dark out, she was still wet. Her arms wrapped around her, hugged her chest and cupped her crotch.
“Gods fucking fuck!” she whispered to herself. She wasn’t sure who exactly she was cursing out, her or Syllus.
It would be a long night for her. Luckily, she had it off.
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