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In an oasis of calm amidst the turbulent chaos of Baldur's Gate, the courtesan house Sharess' Caress held two drow. And today, it held a third.
Minthara of House Baenre of Menzoberranzan shed her clothes like snakeskin as her lovers for the evening did the same. Two drow twins, a male and a female, not sworn to Lolth but that was hardly required for the night they were about to enjoy.
Nym Orlith was the sister twin, white hair with red highlights and a body slightly lighter than Minthara's own, perhaps the kind of figure she'd have without a life of violence she imagined. And the brother...
Mmmm, Minthara could not wait to remind this impudent wretch just why Drow women ruled over the men. Sorn was his name she reckoned, she hadn't spoken with him directly when hiring the twins for the evening and did not expect him to speak until spoken to. A broad chest kept exposed and well-toned likely through exercise and not actual combat. A pretty little plaything that took the effort to look dazzling without any of the actual hard work.
Soon the three Drow had their underwear off as well as their clothes and they sat on the bed, Sorn between his sister and Minthara as the latter ran her hand along his thigh, taking note of the swelling of his manhood.
"Does he always get this excited this early?" she asked, hand drifting further to wrap her fingers around the man's dark grey shaft. A shiver ran up Sorn's spine and he jolted a bit, likely due to just how hard Minthara was squeezing as she ran her hand up and down his length.
"Not always. Just whenever I'm here~" Nym laughed as she added her hand to Minthara's, getting the paladin to ease her force and Sorn sighed as the tension in his body relaxed. Nym moved her hand further down to begin playing with her twin brother's balls as Minthara jerked him off to full stiffness.
"I must say he is rather impressive. It's always the cowards you never expect to be blessed by fate."
"He is not a coward," Nym replied gently, carressing Sorn's sack and making him groan as a bead of pre-cum formed at his charcoal tip.
"How long as it been since he last felt the guiding lash of a woman's whip across those nuts you're so fond of?" Minthara increased the pace of her handjob and right before Sorn seemed like he was due to bust, Minthara pulled her hand away and watched with smug satisfaction as the man's instrument twitched and pulsed an angry purple at its sudden interruption before calming down. Once she was sure he wouldn't cum, Minthara gave the drow male's balls a firm SMACK with the palm of her hand, taking delight in the pained groan this elicited.
"You will release your foul excitement once I say so, and not a moment before dog. Now, take your disgusting cock into your hand and stroke it yourself. Too fast or too slow and we'll see just how hard I can really smack."
"Just do it Sorn," Nym whispered, slipping her tongue into Sorn's mouth and moaning as his tongue met it, her hands carressing his pecs as he took his dick in hand and began to pleasure himself, groaning and jolting with each corrective slap to his balls as Minthara would occasionally change the speed she wanted him stroking without telling him, and he would writhe in pain as he desperately slowed or accelerated his self-pleasure to whatever pace she wanted.
After a few more minutes of making Sorn squirm and feeling confident she had established her dominance over him for the night, her hand slapped his balls once more, and before he could change pace Sorn's fingers were replaced by Minthara's own, her palm once more rubbing the man's shaft as she furiously jacked him off to a quick, explosive finish, his toes curling and jaw sticking open as sound took a moment to come out, a deep primal groan of satisfaction as cum flew from his abused manhood to stain the floor for a few feet in front of the bed, his crotch sore with pain but soon soothed as his sister's mouth dove down to gently kiss it better, Minthara shoving her tongue down the drow's throat with far less comfort than Nym had as she gripped his chin.
"You're mine~" was all Minthara whispered after she pulled away, determined to spend the rest of the night showing these two disgraceful drow just how they did it in Menzoberranzan.