Drunken sexy time.

You are led across what would normally be a bustling town square, that is now lying eerily silent in the aftermath of the drow raid. The breathless guard leads you to the small town hall and down into the basement, where one of the people responsible is held. "This drow bastard may hold the key to bringing our people back, you must find out where they're hiding them!" He explains while opening the door to a damp cell. You step in, the fate of the captured villagers weighing on your shoulders.

The chained and bloodied prisoner does not deign to look up as you step in.

"Did you come to kill me, or will I be tortured first?" he asks in an almost bored tone.

Caldor snorts, a wry smile playing across his lips. "Surprised indeed. But I suppose that's the way fate works sometimes."

He shifts his position slightly, testing the chains that bind him. "So, what now? Will you take me to your home and keep me as your pet?"

His tone is mocking, but there's an edge to it that suggests he's not entirely joking.

Caldor narrows his eyes ever so slightly at your challenge. "I think I'll pass on that," he says evenly, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. It's clear from his tone that he's not intimidated by your threat.

Caldor quirks an eyebrow at your suggestion. "Dinner?" he repeats, clearly not sure what to make of it.

As you lead him towards the tavern, he seems to grow increasingly defensive and wary. He keeps his distance, eyeing the other patrons warily and maintaining a stiff posture. It's clear that he doesn't feel comfortable in this environment.

Eventually, you manage to find an empty table and order some food. As you wait for your meal to arrive, Caldor finally speaks up.

"I don't understand why you're doing this," he says, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Why bother with me? You must know I'm not to be trusted."

Caldor takes the glass of wine and sips at it cautiously, watching you all the while. "I see," he replies slowly, still not sure what to make of your kindness. "I suppose you do have a point there."

He falls silent for a moment, lost in thought. "You know, I'm not used to being treated like this," he admits at last. "Most people either fear me or want to hurt me. It's... refreshing, in a way."

Caldor takes another sip of his wine, then sets the glass down on the table and leans forward slightly. "And if I may be so bold as to ask, what is it that you want from me?"

Caldor smirks at your response, "Well, I wouldn't say irresistible, but I'm not blind to the fact that I have...certain assets." He shifts in his seat slightly, and it's obvious that he's trying to take advantage of the situation.

"You know," he purrs, trailing his fingers lightly over the table, "I'm in a position to offer...services, you might say. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, if you're interested in that sort of thing."

He leans back, a sly grin on his face, waiting to see your reaction.

Caldor chuckles at your reaction, "Oh, nothing illegal "per se". Just...services to cater to your every need and desire. For a fair price, of course."

He leans forward again, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm quite adept in the ways of pleasure, if you catch my drift. If you're feeling lonely tonight, I'd be more than happy to make it worth your while."

Caldor grins and leans in, his breath tickling your ear. "As crude as it sounds, yes, I suppose I did. But don't think of it as just sex, my dear. Think of it as an experience...an indulgence. Something to help you forget all the troubles of the day and to let loose."

He trails a finger down the side of your face, his eyes intense. "And I promise you, I'm very good at what I do. So what do you say...are you interested?"

Caldor leans back nonchalantly in his chair and nods towards the food, "Ah, our meal has arrived. Let's discuss this more over dinner, shall we?"

As soon as the waiter leaves, he turns to face you again and raises an eyebrow. "Many suitors, you say? Yet here you are, alone with me on a quiet evening. Perhaps they aren't fulfilling your deepest desires like I can."

He smirks and takes a bite of food. "I'm not just offering you sex, Kay. I'm offering you pleasure...an experience that you won't soon forget."

Caldor chuckles lightly at your defensive response. "Ah, but my dear, you didn't have to bring me along on your missions or provide me with food and lodging either, did you? And yet, here we are."

He takes another bite of food, savoring the taste before continuing. "Perhaps you're right though, perhaps I should keep my...propositions to myself. After all, we wouldn't want to spoil this lovely evening with unpleasantries."

Caldor finishes his meal in silence, occasionally stealing glances at you with a small smile playing on his lips. He seems content to let the conversation dissipate into comfortable quietude, allowing you to enjoy your dinner without further teasing.

As you two walk back to your house, Caldor notices the effects of the wine on you. He slows his pace slightly to accommodate for your tipsy gait.

"Careful now, wouldn't want you to fall." Caldor flashes a charming grin in your direction.

Once you two arrive at your house, Caldor offers to help you inside. "Shall I accompany you inside, my dear? I wouldn't want you falling or anything of the sort."

Caldor gladly offers you his arm, enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his own. He takes care to steady your steps as you climb the stairs, offering reassurances along the way.

"There now, just a few more steps and we'll be at your room." Caldor's voice is low and soothing, meant to calm you.

Once inside your bedroom, Caldor helps you sit down on the bed before moving to pour you another glass of wine. "Here my dear, this will help relax you." He hands you the glass before sitting down beside you on the bed. Once again, he places a hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?" Caldor's voice is gentle and his expression is kind, belying the danger he is usually associated with as a

drow warrior and slaver. Despite his previous demeanor, Caldor seems almost caring in his concern for you.

As you take a sip of the wine, you feel your body loosen up and relax. Caldor's touch on your leg feels comforting, and for a brief moment you forget the precarious situation you're in.

"As you wish," Caldor says, a smirk playing across his lips as he takes the glass away. "Perhaps we can find some other way to help you relax."

He leans closer to you, and you feel yourself becoming increasingly aware of his presence. The drow's dark grey skin contrasts sharply with the glowing white hair on top of his head. As he moves closer, you notice several scars dotting his face and arms, evidence of a life spent fighting.

"Tell me," he continues, his voice low and hypnotic. "What do you need, right now?"

Caldor smiles, and it's a strange, almost reassuring expression. "I understand," he says softly. "You've been through so much. You deserve to relax and let your troubles melt away."

He runs his hand gently up and down your thigh, sending shivers through your body. Suddenly you are aware of how close he is to you, and your breathing becomes more shallow.

"Do you trust me, Kay?" Caldor whispers, his eyes piercing into yours.

Caldor's hand moves up to your chin, tracing lightly along your jawline. "I see," he murmurs. "That's alright, too. I know how hard it is to trust people after everything you've been through."

He leans in and presses his lips softly against your temple, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck. You can feel his breath on your skin, warm and comforting.

"Let me show you what it means to truly relax," Caldor says, pulling away slightly to look at you with half-lidded eyes. "Just close your eyes and let yourself sink into the sensations."

Caldor begins to unbutton your shirt slowly, his movements careful and gentle. He traces the path of each button with his fingers and every touch sends soothing ripples through your body.

"You don't have to worry about anything," he murmurs, as the fabric falls away to reveal your skin. "Just focus on how good this feels."

His hand glides over your chest, exploring your body with a feather-light touch. It's sensual and yet somehow calming at the same time. You feel yourself letting go of your doubts, forgetting where you are and who Caldor is.

Without warning, his hand moves lower, down past your stomach and towards your pants. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure if you want to take things this far. But Caldor's touch is like a warm current, lulling you in.

"Do you want me to

"? Caldor whispers, his tone still soft and reassuring.

You can feel your heart racing as you nod softly, giving in to the sensation.

Caldor starts to unfasten your pants, his fingers grazing your skin with each movement. As he pulls down your pants, he leans his head back and gazes at you in awe, taking in every part of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs softly. "I've never seen such a stunning form."

He kisses your skin once more, trailing a path up to your lips, where he presses a kiss full of tenderness and passion.

Caldor exhales sharply into your mouth as you intertwine fingers in his hair. He presses his body closer to yours, his hands running up and down the length of your back. His fingers find their way up to the nape of your neck, where he holds on to you gently as the kiss deepens.

His tongue touches against yours tentatively, and then with increasing fervor. He moans softly, pulling you even closer to him.

Breaking the kiss, Caldor's hands wander down towards your panties and he runs his fingers along the edge teasingly. "Do you want me to take these off?" he whispers, his voice low and sultry.

As you attempt to open the buttons of Caldor's shirt, his deft fingers work their way beneath your panties, sliding them down over your hips and down to your ankles. He gently nudges your feet apart, parting your legs and leaning in to breathe in deeply.

"You smell divine," he whispers, pressing a kiss just above your navel. "I want to taste you everywhere."

Caldor's fingers trace lightly over your inner thighs, making their way up to your core where he begins to tease your clit with a feather-light touch. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, the sensation sending shivers up your spine.

He continues tracing circles on your sensitive bud, finally flicking it with his tongue, causing you to gasp and writhe.

Caldor's tongue continues its delicate dance, flicking and teasing while his fingers stroke the folds of your warmth. The dual sensations wash over you, and you find yourself arching your back as waves of pleasure begin to build.

He seems to know exactly where to touch you, and you feel yourself cresting higher and higher until finally, with a cry of ecstasy, you reach your peak.

As you come down from your orgasmic high, Caldor looks up at you with a satisfied grin and then pulls you close for a deep, passionate kiss.

Caldor responds to your chuckle by nipping your lower lip, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch. He seems intent on discovering what makes you moan, gasp, and cry out when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

You feel yourself melting into his arms, responding eagerly to his touch. Every sensation seems magnified, from the warmth of his skin against yours to the way his fingers curl expertly inside you.

As your passion reignites, Caldor grinds his hips against yours, his own desire evident both in his actions and the rigid hardness pressing insistently against your thigh.

Caldor smirks down at you, his fingers still slowly pumping inside you. "I thought you preferred me this way," he replies teasingly, his hot breath fanning across your face.

You can't help but laugh, even as your body trembles with rising pleasure. "I prefer you naked and writhing beneath me," you correct him, pulling him in for another kiss.

Caldor chuckles against your lips before pulling back to divest himself of his remaining clothing. As he stands naked before you, you take a moment to appreciate the sharp beauty of his lean form.

"Better?" he asks, moving to rejoin you on the mattress.

Caldor shivers slightly at your words before nodding in understanding. "As you wish," he murmurs, rolling you over so that he's on top.

Without hesitation, he begins to explore your body with his eager mouth and skilled hands. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he works his way downwards, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts before continuing to kiss and suck his way lower.

As he reaches your core, he spreads your legs wider, his tongue delving expertly between your folds. You gasp at the sensation of his warm, wet mouth on you, fingers digging into the bedsheets as you rock your hips against his face.

Caldor continues his ministrations until you're trembling with pleasure, then quickly divests himself of his breeches before positioning himself at your entrance. He rocks forward, slowly filling you

Caldor moans softly as he feels you tighten around him, and he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His eyes study your face intently, noting each gasp and moan that escapes your lips.

With a low growl of pleasure, he shifts his angle slightly, groaning as he watches you arch beneath him. His fingers grip your hips tightly as he increases the speed of his movements, lost in the feel of your heat around him.

You clench around him once more, your back arching off the bed as you cry out in ecstasy. Caldor follows you over the edge, his movements becoming erratic as he spills himself inside you with a final, guttural moan.

As he collapses on top of you, still slightly shaking from the intensity of his release, Caldor presses a soft kiss to your lips. "

"Mmm, you leave me exhausted," he says with a satisfied smile. He gradually rolls over to his side, taking you with him and holding you close to his chest.

Caldor brushes a strand of hair away from your face, gazing at you with a fondness that surprises even him. In this moment, he forgets about the harsh world he grew up in, ruled by Lolth and violence, and feels content just to be in your company.

"Thank you," he murmurs softly, almost shyly, as if unsure of how to express his feelings. It's a rare moment of vulnerability for the proud Drow warrior, and he savors it while it lasts.

For a few minutes, the two of you simply lay there together, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Caldor pulls you in closer to him, holding you protectively. He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder, and it fills him with a sense of comfort that he hasn't felt before.

He strokes your hair gently, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as you both begin to drift off to sleep. Caldor finds himself feeling strangely content, despite the fact that he is now a prisoner of your group, held captive by the very people he was taught to hate.

As he falls asleep with you in his arms, he realizes that there may be more to life than violence and hatred. He wonders if perhaps he could learn to love, and be loved in return. It's a thought that both excites and terrifies him, but for now, he simply enjoys the warmth of your body pressed against his own.

Caldor stirs softly, sensing your change in behavior. He opens his eyes and regards you with a soft, sleepy smile. It's clear that he remembers everything that happened the night before.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Did you sleep well?"

Caldor reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. He seems to sense your sudden anxiety, and he leans in closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Caldor looks at you quizzically for a moment before realization dawns on his face. "Oh, I understand now," he says with a small smile. "No, my dear, we didn't agree on anything explicitly. I have simply taken it upon myself to make your stay here more pleasant while I serve out my probation."

He moves one hand to the back of your neck, giving it a gentle rub. "But if you're uncomfortable with anything we did last night, I understand and won't push things any further. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of."

Caldor leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly at the contact. "Of course, my dear," he says softly. "I care for you and your comfort."

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with a small smile. "Now, is there anything I can do for you?" he asks, a hint of playfulness creeping into his tone. "Or perhaps you have some questions about... us?"

Caldor chuckles at your remark. "My dear, I like you well enough," he says with a chuckle. "It's just difficult for me to be vulnerable around anyone, let alone a surface-dweller.

"But in all honesty, ever since I met you, I have found myself drawn to you in ways I never thought possible," he continues, his voice growing softer. "There is something about you that makes me feel... alive. It's hard to explain."