[Drezak/N'lin]

"Tut tut!  This slut interrupted your pursuit of pleasure Drezak!"
Pheran sauntered over to the still-struggling Raine and ripped the
tattered night-dress off of her.  "By all means, she should provide
you with the services that you were denied.  Shouldn't you, slut?"

"NO--"

Pheran's hand cracked against her cheek.  "Just for that,
dragon-whore, I think we need to play a little game... don't you
agree, Drezak?"

N'lin, now Drezak, had watched the little drama with calculated
indifference.  He knew exacty what he had to do and he had a feeling that
Raine was going to hate his guts when by the time they finished this.
Hells, he was probably going to hate his own guts by the time it was done.
But necessity's a powerful persuader and he was as ready as he'd ever be.
It was time to show these brainless thugs what abuse was really about.

"Like what?" he challenged.

"Like... what would a little slut learn from the master of a
whorehouse?  I think she should give us all a little demonstration.
Don't you?"  He smiled at the new man even as Keltian buried his fist
in Raine's hair, pulling her head back at an awkward angle to receive
a brutal kiss.  "Dragonriders and whoremasters -- you should be quite
well trained by now, *sister.*"

Drezak stood and circled her, examining her up and down like she was some
sort of beast while the others watched him.  "I'm rather disappointed in
Telven," he concluded, still examining her.  "If he calls this spit-fire
witch trained, than I'd rather not meet anyone he considers wild."

He turned towards Pheran.  "Will you allow me," he smiled maliciously, "the
entertainment of beginning the proper training  of the," he waved his hand
in Raine's direction, "thing?  As is, it's barely adequate.  It doesn't
yearn to please or properly fear the consequences of a bad performance."

"Be our guest, Drezak," Pheran conceded high handedly.  "You brought her in
after all."

Drezak could see their interest, and knew it was pride holding them back.
But then, pride could be work around.  He deftly shoved a footstool aside
and sat down.  "Bring it here, if you please Keltian."

Keltian roughly shoved Raine forward, rightly interpreting Drezak's
pronouns, until she was nearly on his lap.

"Release it, my dear boy.  I want to see what it can do."

Keltian did what he was told and stepped back, curiousity and eagerness
written all over his face.  Pheran stepped forward for a better view.

"Kneel," he ordered.  She glared and didn't move.  He shrugged, then, like
lightening, leaned forward and grabbed her waist, preventing escape.  He
brought his face near her and, with gentle lips, kissed her firm stomache,
his hands gliding lightly up and down her sides, one reaching up to cusp her
breast.  He felt her stiffen in shock, and when she tried to step back, he
took advantage of the opening.

Raine outright gasped as his fingers hit home.  He played her for all that
she was worth, bringing her almost to her peak before he withdrew, wiping
his fingers on her belly.

"Kneel first," he demanded coldly, undoing his pants.
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NPRG: Tag Barb and Jill.  Sorry its so short... but I think you get the
general idea.  I'll be gone from tomorrow to Monday everyone.  Have a good
weekend!

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
N'lin/Drezak and Trefoil