Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Jarikk followed Ryltar to his bed and gave a bit of a wide eyed look as he glanced at the soft yet elongated piece carried by the drow and averted his eyes as he was told what was needed. He didn't register when he started sweating, he just knew that the room seemed a whole lot hotter now. His ears began to twitch every now and then, more to keep up with what the drow said than of any type of arousal. Jarikk had his arousal completely under control, thankfully. This plan sounded completely mad. He felt terrible for even suggesting it to the drow, if it had been just a story anyway. Now he was going to put himself at risk and...well...Jarikk would go along. He had to. The idea of his poor, helpless Ryltar running around up on the surface without anyone looking after him was a bad idea. Yes, he knew several people who either went up to the top a whole lot or just would like to go up. Not any of them were drow, which would make this a whole lot easier than he had figured. He would just need to get in contact with them. Jarikk let out a little sigh and began, Yes sir, I know some people wh- He stopped, not used to that commanding tone for so long. Yet, the very idea of disobeying it was tantamount to blasphemy. His eyes slowly rose to meet Ryltar's, having to slide over that lovely, and much larger drow penis that Ryltar was so offhandedly playing with. Jarikk gulped and counted that it had grown, by an estimate, at least two if not three inches since he last saw it when his master was fourteen. The eyes lingered a second too long but soon found Ryltar's eyes, which were a lot easier to stare at than his crotch. At least Jarikk could hope to be able to catch those eyes every now and then. The sexual urges of his master would never turn to his form, yet he was okay with this. I know some people, Sir Vorn. One of them is a kobold, so you would need to still your appetite for their flesh some. She is a pretty big part of this expedition. There would be no drow in the expeditions forces, of course. I do not wish any reliable source of what we are about to do to get to your siblings, curse their fawning over the sopping breasts of the spider whore. He kept his eyes glued to Ryltar, even as he felt his mind going back to the plump, thick piece that he knew the other was still stimulating. Jarikk did not get erect himself, but felt his ears twitch as they tried to direct cooler air to his body. They can be ready by late tomorrow, my lord. I will go see to it that they get word of this. I will make sure every precaution is taken and that all of them are prepared. I take my leave now, Sir Vorn. He backed out and went to make sure that everything was taken care of. Yet, he soon heard a soft sound. He had thought his master had been toying with himself to toy with him, yet it seemed that the drow was going to continue the sexual pleasuring. Jarikk snuck back and watched with practiced stealth that he usually used on Ryltar's siblings. It had been too much, this day. He slid his own pants down and grasped the erection he finally allowed himself to get. His penis, unlike his beautiful and dusky master, was uncircumcised. Jarikk had always hated this, wanting one like his sweet, seductive drow master had. He knew it wouldn't matter ever though, who would he show off to? He began to tug at his penis, watching Ryltar while sucking on a good foot of his ponytail to make no noise. He got off about when Ryltar did just because of the sounds the drow made. He noticed which hand had touched the penis when the semen had erupted and made sure to hold it just a bit too close when he dusted off the nails the next time. Jarikk wiped himself off and pulled his pants up, heading out quickly after removing the goblin seed off the ground. Later Jarikk would introduce the scouting party that he had gotten for Ryltar. There was a female dragonwrought Kobold riding a dire weasel. She was covered in studded leather and had several crossbows and enough bolts to kill a small city. She was a ranger by trade and had learned how to use crossbows like no one else. There was a big, hulking mountain orc with a sickle and rather tame looking Umber Hulk leaning on him. He was an odd druid that had tamed the beast near him, but was trustworthy. There was a wild looking gnome, her hair on edge like she had been shocked and forgotten to brush it down. Her left eye was a demonic looking orange while her right was a gemstone pale pink. Her skin was blotched from numerous burns and she had a broken longsword that she used as a shortsword for one of her race. She had a habit of looking around and then laugh every now and then as if she saw something amusing. The final member of this party was a half-deep dragon ogre. He was smarter than the others in his tribe and, oddly enough, was the product of an ogre raping a dragon. His mother had respected that might and kept him until he was old enough to fend for himself. He was wrapped in spider silk and scales, his armor made from his own mother when he had returned and killed her for being such a shitty parent. His weapons of choice were a spear, an insanely big glot that bounced around in the caves, and daggers for close combat. Jarikk bowed to the people and introduced them, Sir Vorn, this is Jik'ik'raa the Mastershot, he said, pointing to the kobold, She is the daughter of Gra-lin, daughter of Vaers-hraev 'lujikit the Cruel. You will know her as the blue dragon that hunted down and ate all female drow in three houses because they insulted her. He knew the drow had idolized that dragon somewhat due to that story and found her granddaughter to be perfect for this. This is Ur, he is a Monster Tamer druid. He, as you can see, trains monsters for a living. He also hunts them down and beats them into submission. The orc made no real notice and just spat at the ground. The gnome moved closer and looked at Ryltar and began to giggle uncontrollably. She is...what do you call yourself? The gnome laughed and smacked Jarikk on the back before speaking to him in goblin. She says she is Miranda Byzantine. Last I knew she was Jonie. From what I can tell she has demon in her blood. A whole lot since her mother and father were also brother and sister. She is a mad genius, and can disable traps while she is asleep. She has done so in the past when I needed something. The half-dragon ogre grumbled and looked at the drow, Look, we need to get going. You have our gold, darkie, or have we done a favor for Jarikk for nothin', eh? he spoke well for one of his kind and seemed to be tired of this.