Work Text:
Vanquish had heard many a tale about the unforgiving weather of Icewind Dale, but the moment she stepped through the portal and onto the snowy landscape, she decided the stories had not done the brutal reality justice. She pulled her cloak tight, trapping the warmth from the purple thermal cube inside, as Voss stepped through the portal behind her.
“You’re certain this is where you want to spend the next few days? The weather conditions are less than ideal for, well, anything.” The old githyanki’s voice barely cut through the wind that was swirling snow on the ground like mini cyclones.
The purple tiefling nodded. “We haven’t been here before. And besides, that’s what the inn is for. Now, let’s get going. This cube only warms me so much.”
Drawing his hood over his head, Voss nodded back. “As you wish.”
The pair trudged their way through the snow toward the golden glow of the fishing town of Targos. What little sunlight there was when they stepped through the portal had begun to dissipate, making the short trip to the Weeping Widow Inn longer and more treacherous.
“You couldn’t have gotten us closer to the village?” Vanquish grumbled as they reached the town’s main thoroughfare after what felt like eons.
Voss turned and opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it as Vanquish shot him a look as if to say, “I dare you.”
The streets were wide allowing for a respectable amount of privacy among the buildings. Vanquish scanned the empty streets, her nerves buzzing with nervous energy. While she preferred largely to be left alone, it was strange and unnerving to not be met by a local townsperson. “Where do you suppose everyone is?” she wondered aloud as they pushed through a blast of wind.
“Well, did you read about the local customs before making the decision to travel here? Or was this trip another one of your impulsive thoughts getting the better of you?”
“The only things I know are it is a fishing town, the inn I’d like to stay at is allegedly haunted, and that the wild weather is not for the faint of heart.”
Voss’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It seems we are testing that theory firsthand.”
“Oh stop yourself. We’ll be at the inn soon.”
“Not soon enough.”
Vanquish ignored the impatience in Voss’s voice and started to climb a set of stone steps leading to a building set atop the cliff overlooking the docks. The wind had fortunately died down enough that the ascent was fairly quick despite her aching legs. The tiefling and githyanki stopped for a moment to catch their breath before climbing the wooden steps to The Weeping Widow Inn.
The taproom was warm and inviting with several tables scattered throughout for patrons to commiserate with friends over a decent meal. Three couches were situated around a firepit for adventurers to rest their weary bodies. The bar was along the back wall and, on this particular evening, was playing host to a small group of fishermen drowning their sorrows of a poor catch.
Vanquish and Voss stood at the end of the bar and waited for the portly bartender with an impressive handlebar moustache and rosy cheeks to finish pouring a drink for a young woman that was dressed as if she were expecting someone to join her. Vanquish shuddered, a violent chill running down her spine, and pulled her thermal cube as close to her as possible.
“Ahh! Welcome travelers! What can I get ya this fine evening?” The bartender was standing in front of Voss, his booming voice ringing across the room.
Voss removed his hood and glanced sideways at Vanquish. “We require a room for three nights. Would you happen to have any available?”
“As a matter of fact, I do!” the bartender exclaimed as he set to wiping water rings from the bartop. “I have a comfortable room on the second floor with a view of the harbor, if you’re interested.”
“That’ll be fine. In fact, it’s preferred.”
A sly grin spread across the bartender’s face. “Ahhh You’ve come in the hopes of hearing the wails of Veira.”
“I’m sorry. Who?” said Voss, not bothering to hide his indifference.
“The weeping widow,” Vanquish chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“Right you are,” the bartender boomed as he turned to retrieve a room key. He slid it across the bar to Vanquish, who snatched the key from his chubby fingers in excitement and headed toward the stairs. “I wouldn’t get too excited, m’lady! You might not get much sleep,” he called out after them.
We shall see, Vanquish thought as she clambered up the stairs, her hooves leaving wet prints along the way.
Voss followed the tiefling’s swaying tail down the hall and came to a stop at the fourth door on the left. Vanquish slotted the key in the door and pushed it open. Moonlight poured in through the large picture window, illuminating a comfortable room with a large bed, armoire, and two plush armchairs set on either side of a darkened fireplace. The githyanki closed the door behind them as the tiefling set her pack on the floor. Vanquish wandered around the room, her head on a slight tilt as if she were listening for something.
Voss narrowed his eyes. “Van, who is the weeping widow?”
Vanquish turned to face him. “Her name was Veira. She threw herself out the window and onto the rocks below when she learned her partner had died. Rumor is she still haunts that room.”
“Seems a bit extreme.”
“Indeed. I don’t understand why anyone would do such a thing.”
“Apparently it was done in the name of love.”
Vanquish rolled her eyes and groaned. She set her thermal cube on the small table next to the bed and shed her cloak, shivering as she sat down. The cube emitted a soft purple glow, but its warmth didn’t reach her.
Voss closed the curtains and sat down next to her. His calloused hand trailed down her left arm. His eyes roamed her large body, lingering on the pink, blue, and purple voidfire scar that had been carved into her left side. “Your scar reminds me of home. The colors sweep me away to the Astral Plane.”
“You really know how to charm a person,” replied Vanquish as she swung her legs onto the bed.
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” said Vanquish, lowering her voice, “you really know how to charm a person.”
Voss glowered at her. “You dare to talk to me that way?”
Vanquish suppressed a small grin. “What are you going to do? Punish me?”
The old githyanki stood up, his eyes narrowed to the point they were barely visible. He tilted his head as he examined his partner. “On your hands and knees – now,” he growled with authority when Vanquish didn’t move.
Van immediately got to her hands and knees, her tail swishing back and forth briskly across the heavy quilt. She closed her eyes in anticipation as Voss positioned himself behind her and
grabbed her hips. With three hard yanks, her trousers were over her more than ample hips and down at her knees. Her tail swished even faster as Voss’s nails raked their way down her lower back and dug into the flesh around her hips. She bit her lip against the stinging of the nails piercing her skin. After a moment, a sharp pain radiated across her right ass cheek, the strike so hard it rippled across the folds of her legs and belly.
She started to shift her weight, but froze when Voss commanded, “Stop.” A moment later, the sound of boots being removed and clothing hitting the floor reached her ears. She lifted her tail to give her a partner a clear view of her already dripping center.
“Not, yet,” said the old dragon rider. “On your back.”
Van did as she was instructed, scooting back to make sure there was enough room on the bed for her partner. Voss crawled onto the bed and shoved Van’s knees apart before burying his face between her legs, his tongue sliding its way through her thick folds. A groan escaped the tiefling’s lips as the githyanki explored every inch of her plump labia and clit. She wriggled under the scrape of his teeth, but settled when his long, calloused fingers dug into the extra skin around her hips.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried, the pressure of her impending orgasm growing the deeper Voss’s nails sank into her. Just as her climax was about to overtake her, the gith stood up and loomed over her. The end of her tail instinctively coiled around his cock, the tip prodding him open just enough to slip inside.
“Hngh,” Voss grunted as he unwound the tail. He stripped off his shirt, the dark, aged spots on his torso barely visible in the dimly lit room. She barely had any time to admire them before Voss wrenched her legs apart as far as they would go and took her so hard she let out an audible gasp. She slapped her hands on his chest and dragged her claws down his torso leaving tiny crimson rivers behind.
The gith slammed himself into her and moaned as his hips picked up speed. He may not have been as forceful as he would have been if he were younger, but it was enough for the bed to creak under their weight as he rammed himself into Vanquish’s depths.
Nothing but the sounds of primal grunts, heavy breathing, and the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall filled the room. Van’s tail snaked its way around her partner’s hips and whipped his ass leaving a small gash on the right cheek. His fleeting wince was enough for her orgasm to start building again. She whipped him a second time, this time harder and on the left side, a small cry of pain escaping his throat.
She continued to whip him and he fucked her harder, each lash bringing another cry of pain from him and Vanquish closer to climax. Feeling him swell inside her, she knew he was close and she tightened and relaxed around him. He dug his nails into her large, soft belly so deep it was almost as if he was using them as a way to hold on to her as they both came so hard the bed shook to the point of a bed post cracking.
After a few moments, Voss pulled his nails out of his partner’s stomach, the blood pooling in the puncture wounds. Van relished the warm, viscous liquid dripping down her large belly. Despite the vigour of their romp, the room was still chilly. A violent shiver wracked her body as Voss handed her a healing potion before consuming one himself.
Wounds tended to and evidence of their violent encounter cleaned up, the tiefling and githyanki pulled back the quilt and slid underneath facing each other.
“Do you think we’ll hear the wails of the widow?” Vanquish asked as she traced the scars on the old warrior’s face.
“I do not know. Nor do I care. Right now, I’m exhausted and need rest if you intend to explore this frozen wasteland.”
Vanquish nodded as she reached up to touch his battle worn left ear. She shivered again and turned over, Voss pulling her close to him and the quilt up over their shoulders.
Thanks to her cube, her partner’s chest on her back, and the quilt, warmth spread throughout Van’s body. Just as her eyes began to close, the wails of a woman – a widow – floated down the hallway.
Vanquish fell asleep, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.