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Her Bittersweet Farewell

How nice it had been to hear that sultry, velvety voice inside his head. It caressed his brain in much the same manner that her nimble fingers enjoyed caressing the rest of him. Pharaun cast his illusion, and then his invisibility, and slipped silently up the tunnel, past the draegloth.

Aliisza.

It was rather pleasant to see her slender and alluring form once again. Her tight leather breeches outlined the smooth curves of her hips and thighs, and the matching leather corset pushed her small breasts to prominence. Her ivory skin, exotic to the drow wizard, fairly glowed in Pharaun's darkvision, and her green eyes showed with a familiar mischievous sparkle.

The half-succubus parted her lips in a gorgeous, fanged grin, and wrapped her leathery wings around the slight drow. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her waist, looking longingly into her eyes. Quietly, she told him she had come to say goodbye. She was certain he wouldn't survive. Though he knew that assumption to be quite sound, he chose not to think about it.

Aliisza wanted something to remember him by; a token, a piece of him. He disliked the finality of such a gesture, as well as being wary against giving a half-demon a physical part of him. There was hurt in her eyes, but nevertheless she smiled her enticing, dangerous smile, and offered a different suggestion.

Perhaps another way to remember you then, dearest?

The sticky sweetness dripping from even her mental words caused Pharaun to grin knowingly. However, he looked over his shoulder at the shadow of the draegloth, projected onto an opposite wall at the mouth of the tunnel. Surely, if they were to do anything so close to his position, Jeggred would hear their rustlings and breathing.

Let us put more distance between ourselves and the stinking beast. There's no sense getting him excited as well.

The wizard's light footsteps carried him up the tunnel and around one of the gentle curves in its design, where he could no longer see Jeggred's shadow, or hear his incessant mouth-breathing. Aliisza followed.

Much better, don't you th--

He was cut off as Aliisza placed a slender finger to his ebony lips, even though they were speaking telepathically in the first place.

Shush, my darling wizard, and let me give you something to warm your spirits in the hours to come.

As she spoke, her green gaze shifted between Pharaun's face and her other favorite part of him, and Aliisza offered him another devious smile as she bent fluidly at the knees. Pharaun raised a perfect white eyebrow, and leaned his back against the rough stone wall of the tunnel. Her hands worked through the folds of his piwafwi, searching for the front of his breeches. She found the smooth leather, and ran the tips of her fingers teasingly over the hardness that was beginning to grow beneath the fabric. This elicited no noise from the wizard - even a gasp would have been unwise - but she fancied she could feel the shiver that might have accompanied such a noise.

Aliisza looked up toward Pharaun's face for a moment, and was pleased to see that his eyes were closed. Feeling her eyes on him, he opened them and stared at her expectantly. Another devious grin, and slowly, deliberately so, she began to untie the rothe-hide laces at the front of his pants. He kept his crimson gaze fixed on her while she went about it, and could have groaned at her hungry expression, had he been at liberty to let any sounds escape.

He shivered as the laces were loosened, and his heated skin was bared to the chill air of the tunnel. Very soon, Aliisza's sweet breath was ghosting over his skin, and his freed cock jumped in anticipation. He gritted his teeth as she wrapped her slim fingers around the base and squeezed experimentally. She heard him exhale quietly, and his breath shook.

Pharaun enjoyed her teasing, as Aliisza had found during their meeting in Ched Nasad. She was glad that had not been the last time they would enjoy each other's company. Her smooth hand stroked along his length, and deftly pushed back the foreskin that covered its glistening tip. This time, she did feel his shiver, and licked her full lips to express her lust.

She inhaled his scent, augmented by the ridiculous amount of time since he had last bathed. Heat flared in her face, spread through her torso, and pooled in her abdomen; a reaction to the strong, alluring scent. Resisting the urge to voice her feelings, she instead committed her skilled tongue to tasting every contour of the hot and heavy organ she still held.

Aliisza's tongue was probably one of the only ways the dark elf would see heaven, though there were other parts of her that brought him awfully close as well. He longed to make some sort of sound, and cursed the draegloth mentally. Aliisza's mental laugh sounded inside his head, seductive and teasing even then. Pharaun had to bite his tongue to keep from calling out as her hot mouth closed over nearly half of his cock all at once. She was gloriously adept at masking her vicious fangs with her soft lips.

Lolth's eighth leg, you're wonderful, he commented telepathically. Though she was unable to smile at the compliment, he was sure she would have. Her laughter rang in his head once more, and she continued her skillful onslaught on his sanity. Gently, his fingers found her dark brown hair, and he urged her silently to continue.

When she stopped unexpectedly, he removed his fingers from her hair, and gave her a perplexed look. She smiled up at him, and rose from the rough floor of the tunnel.

I thought maybe you'd like to do something else, dearest, she purred inside his head. She ran her hands tantalizingly over her leather-sheathed body, caressing herself and making the most arousing faces Pharaun had ever seen. Her hands paused near her breasts, and began unfastening the clasps of her corset. She let it fall to the floor of the tunnel, ran her hands over her bare breasts and stomach, and unlaced the front of her breeches.

Wouldn't you like to feel more than just my mouth around you?

Aliisza pressed her naked torso against him, and took one of his hands in hers. The tips of his fingers met her lips first, then her tongue. A delicious shiver passed through him as she sucked on one of his fingers, then two. He watched in rapt fascination as she guided his hand from her mouth to the front of her breeches. Easily, his fingers found her hot, slick folds, touching and teasing, but not entering.

Her telepathic voice purred inside his brain again, expressing her pleasure and anticipation with a breathy moan. Pharaun was not the only one that enjoyed teasing, and Aliisza was not the only mischievous creature who derived pleasure from tormenting others.

Aliisza, you deliciously evil creature. You let me tease you, but still it's mostly you teasing me. I don't mean to rush things, but would you mind if I...?

He saw her smile in the darkness of the tunnel, and felt her small shiver as he extracted his fingers from her breeches. Doing this in the dark tunnel of a spider's lair in the Demonweb Pits was not the romantic final farewell he had momentarily envisioned, but Pharaun supposed there was no other way it could have turned out. His gorgeous lover was waiting for him to collect his thoughts - she could read them, after all - patiently, her breeches a new addition to the pile of her clothes around her feet. Her white skin showed even brighter than before in the dark, and Pharaun was glad for their magical invisibility.

Don't make me wait too long, wizard. I get bored easily.

Pharaun smirked in response, grabbing the alu fiend's upper arm to reverse their positions. Smartly, Aliisza had altered her appearance and stowed her leathery wings, only moments before her back met the uncomfortably rough tunnel wall. For however much she disliked Lolthite society, the half-succubus delighted in how aggressive it made the males when they had women in positions of vulnerability. With surprising ease, Pharaun lifted one of her legs, then the other, nearly crushing her against the wall to keep her up, and then plunged into her unceremoniously.

For a moment, Aliisza saw stars, and she wasn't sure if she'd actually called out, but one of Pharaun's hands was over her mouth, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.

I'm starting to think you really want Jeggred to join this little party, my dear.

There was a note of strain in Pharaun's telepathic voice, which pleased the alu. In the next second, he had begun his rhythmic thrusting, and Aliisza focused her efforts into keeping her voice telepathic. It was such a shame she couldn't be more vocal, but the draegloth would kill them both without much thought.

Pharaun, Pharaun...so talented...

A generous compliment, coming from you...

It was harder to hear over all of their telepathic noise, but there were small scuffling noises coming from Jeggred's end of the tunnel, and his low, frustrated growling could just be made out as it echoed up toward the couple.

The Goddess damn him, Pharaun swore, his thrusting becoming more insistent. He was determined to finish before the disgusting beast discovered them. Aliisza crushed their lips together in an enthusiastic kiss, her deft tongue battling his for dominance. She was aware of the draegloth and their imminent discovery as well. Neither were afraid, perhaps foolishly, but excited, which seemed to add to their pleasure. They abandoned all witty mental banter, and instead expressed their mounting pleasure in unintelligible sounds and syllables, punctuated by the occasional, "Yes," or a name. Inside, Aliisza was squeezing and twitching, and it was serving very well to drive Pharaun crazy. So very close, and then-

Ah, Goddess, yes...Aliisza..!

She gasped aloud, it seemed in response and simultaneous climax, but her green eyes were wide and staring over his shoulder. He felt hot, putrid breath ruffle his hair, could hear the ragged, animal sound of it, and cursed aloud. In an instant, one of Jeggred's larger hands had closed around Pharaun's neck and lifted him bodily away from Aliisza. Her legs unwrapped and she fell to the tunnel floor, scrambling to grab up her clothes. The draegloth paid her no mind, taking too much pleasure in slowly suffocating the small wizard, who struggled to maintain his dignity as he choked.

He thought Aliisza would have disappeared, but she didn't right away. Instead, she glared at Jeggred for a few seconds before the tunnel erupted in blinding light. She had set the draegloth's fur on fire. It wouldn't hurt him since he was a demonic creature, but the light blinded him sufficiently, and he dropped Pharaun.

Unfortunately, the light blinded Pharaun for a bit as well, and he landed gracelessly on his hands and knees. As the spots in his vision began to fade, Aliisza's soft, sweet breath tickled his ear.

"I'm sorry. Farewell, Pharaun Mizzrym."

When he could see again, she had already gone, and he punched the dirty floor of the tunnel in frustration. It was odd, the keen sense of emptiness in his heart, as foreign to him as the concepts of compassion or guilt. Aliisza. What had she done to him? He gathered himself and stalked past the still-blinded, whimpering beast, giving into the urge to kick him hard in the ribs as he passed. He wasn't ready to face the questions of the Priestesses at the end of the tunnel, or the nagging dread that he might not come back from this place at all.

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^{A NOTE: This story was written after a certain chapter in the last book of The War of the Spider Queen, during which Aliisza does meet Pharaun in the tunnel where he and the rest of his party have taken refuge from the spiders. The chapter never went this far. They were interrupted by Jeggred much earlier, and Aliisza was gone before she was ever seen by the draegloth, and she didn't help Pharaun escape. He did it himself. But I wished they could have been with each other one more time, so I wanted to write this. It is intended to fit in with the rest of the story, thus explanations of events and characters are omitted.}