Girls of the QotDP

Not so long ago, I found myself sucked into another harrowing adventure.  You might have noticed the group shot I put up a bit ago (titled “Vault of the Drow”).  That was all of us at the end, more or less.  But how did we get there?

Well, I guess the first thing I should tell you is who I am, like you didn’t already know.  My name’s Coralla, Coralla Kleavage.  But everybody just calls me Cora,… well except for those that call me lots of other names,… but I won’t get into that.

Obviously “Kleavage” isn’t my real last name.  It’s my stage name,… not that I spend any time on an actual stage,… well, you get the idea.  The name Kleavage just sort of fit, for obvious reasons.  Mom and dad,… well I never really knew them, so no big loss there if that isn’t my real last name.

So, a little about me?  OK.  Let’s see, I’m a bit of a free spirit.  I pretty much do as I please, which is handy living in the world that I live in.  Ya see, Arrallon is nothing like your world.  Here, not only do we have real magic, but we have real monsters too.  Some of us get rich cleaning out those monsters and protecting the people.  Others donate all their treasures to churches and orphanages and such.  Me?  I guess I’m somewhere in between.

I understand that in your world, you have monsters too,… the human kind.  But you don’t seem to get that you’re supposed slay monsters, not “open up a dialog” with them.  We also know that some races are basically just beyond redemption.  Trolls and Goblins for instance.  We run ‘em out of our lands or kill ‘em if they refuse to leave.  End of problem.  You seem to want to protect them and feed them off the government dollar.  How’s that working out for ya?

But I digress.  My adventure into the UnderDark started with something like that though.  The Kingdom of Carellon passed a law expelling all humanoids from all their domains.  There were a few battles, and thousands of goblins streaming across the borders into other nations, but the real trouble came from the dark elves, the Drow.  See, the old Drow, the worshippers of the their twice dead Spider Goddess, Lolth, declared war on the Drovik, the ones who worshipped the Drow War God, Treallar.  Using all those displaced humanoids, goblinoids mostly, that war kind of boiled over onto the surface.  So, every mercenary and adventurer in the west strapped on their swords and headed down into the black.  I guess I just got luckier than most.

So, here I am.  And yes, I fight like that.  See, with my magic bracers and cloak, I rarely even get a scratch.  Those nipple rings are magic too.  They keep my tits from bouncing too much when I’m jumping around on the battlefield.  And yes, I’m specialized in fighting nude and in high heels, so it doesn’t bother me much anyway.  My swords, both very magical.  The katana with the handle made like a living cock and balls,… well, I got that from an Erotic back home in Wyreport.  It’s named Schwing.  Not only is Schwing magic, its animated.  It can fuck like a jackhammer until the cows cum,… or come home.  Though I don’t know,… I guess it could make a cow cum.  Never tried it.  It cums,… Schwing that is,… spews out buckets and buckets of spunk,… but the somatic components to make that work are a little tiring.

And just so you know, here are my stats;

Human (Carellonian) Fighter-Urban Guerilla

Strength 18

Dexterity 20

Constitution 18

Intelligence 16

Wisdom 14

Charisma 24

Alertness 16

Luck 16

Bravery 15

Comeliness 22

Defense Value: 19

Armor Value: 12

Weapons: Longsword +5 “Spiderbite” and Katana +5 Cocksword “Schwing”

I got sucked into this when I landed in Skullport, that wretched hive of scum and villainy on the third level of Old Calladon.  The rest of my band was dead somewhere on the second level, probably being turned into zombies or something.  I ran into this hot Drow babe with four arms and four tits,… very hot,… for a half-demon.  She told me of this cavern far to the northwest, a place called Draegrath-Cinlu.  I could get there by taking one of the ships leaving harbor and heading across the UnderSea to a port on the western shores.  So, I paid for my passage and took my leave and headed down the river to the WebGate on a steamer.  A few days later, having had my fill of sailors’ cocks in every hole at the same time, we were pulling into port and I was off into the black passages of the Western UnderDark.

Of course, heading into a place this dangerous by yourself is just begging to be eaten,… and not in the way I normally like to be eaten.  So, I kept a wary eye out for possible cohorts to help me out and watch my back in a fight.  Of course, the best cohort is one who rubs your back as well as watches it.  And if watching my backside doesn’t turn them on, well I could do better.

How fortunate that I soon encountered a Drow female who seemed to be eyeing me up and down like a prize piece of ass,… which, of course, I am.  Being somewhat suspicious of this deep purple doll, I let her do the talking.  She claimed to be looking for a way into a secluded cavern where a mighty Drow city once stood.  With the return of Lolth, she said the city was filled with evil once again.  I wondered why she would care whether it was “filled with evil”.  Aren’t all Drow evil anyway?  Well, that set her off, as you can imagine.  After listening to her bitch at me for thirty minutes, I finally figured out she must have been telling the truth.

Her name was Myrstyn Kiliryn.  She claimed to be a Cleric of a Goddess called Eilistraee.  Something I’d never heard of.  Supposed to be a Goddess of the Moon, of light and goodness?  Sounded like some pussy tree-hugging psychobabble faerie,… but when Myrstyn explained Her faith, it was obvious that this Eilistraee was simply the Drow Goddess of sex, drugs and rock & roll.  Works for me.

Myrstyn offered to prove it by licking my pussy until my ears bled,… maybe later.

Next, we came across an unlikely lass to be in the UnderDark,… well, about as unlikely as me I guess.  I could never picture her in the deep black.  She belonged in the sun of the southeastern seas, surrounded by Atheaen columns and statues of the Gods of Olympus.  Her name was Lainey Kalagaard, a Champion of the Sisters of the Pearl, the priestesses of Aphrodite.  As a Paladin, it was her job to protect and defend those luscious lips,… uh, ladies.  Apparently, there had been several of her charge kidnapped from the Temple in New Calladon several weeks ago and she was here to make sure they were rescued and return to the surface.  Well enough.

What I didn’t know right off was that Lainey had special magics.  She could transform herself like one of the True Hermaphrodites of Atheaen legend.  She demonstrated with a massive cock conjured between those shapely legs,… which Myrstyn immediately dropped to her knees and began worshipping with the back of her throat.  Oh, well, if the cleric wants to pray to the mighty cum guzzling Queen, I probably should join in.  Wouldn’t want to be rude, after all.

We fought our way through several dozen miles of tunnels and caverns.  There were spiders everywhere, and undead, shadowy spirits of long dead adventurers, and worse things.  Past one encampment of Drow soldiers, which proved we were on the right track to reach this mysterious lost city, we encountered another who would become one of our trusted companions.  And like Lainey, she had something extra to add to our occasional debauch.

Lazquarren Baelzengor was not of Arrallon.  She was a Teifling, a creature of the underworld.  And by underworld, I’m not talking about the UnderDark.  Exactly what plane she came from; Hell, the Abyss, Tarterus, we never learned.  But she had a raging hatred of devils and demons alike and was none too found of Drow.  As a Ranger, she specialized in tracking and killing their kind and had a bit more information for us as well, that there was a powerful priestess in this lost city and that she had apparently summoned an avatar of Lolth Herself.  Well, I didn’t believe it as you can imagine,… however, Laz offered to try and convince me.

You see, Laz had this tail.  She had wings and horns too, but the tail was the interesting part.  It was not your average devil or demon tail.  It was a writhing, slick, cum spurting four foot long cock.  How she kept from getting it smacked or stepped on in a fight, I could never guess, but she managed to keep it throbbing and hard all the time.  Needless to say, she and Lainey made sure the rest of us girls stayed regularly fucked.

A bit farther along, we passed through a strange cavern that seemed to have surface plants growing all over.  There was a hut sitting squarely in the middle of the place, but it had a weird feel about it.  I for one, didn’t want to fight many more monsters without a wizard or sorcerer to help us out.  Lainey and I talked about it a bit, imagining some hunky Eldritch Warlock with a monster cock flopping around under his loose robes. 

Heading out the north end of that weird cavern, we came across a lone Drow, hiding in the dark.  It was like the Gods had been listening and supplied us with just what we needed.  Unfortunately, this was no hunky male, but a scatter-brained airhead Sorceress.  Her name was Candilyn Aurgensuka, but she called herself Candy.  She went on and on and on when we met her.  The only way it seemed we could shut her up was to stick a dick in her mouth.  Fortunately, between Schwing, Lainey’s shapeshifting, and Laz’s cocktail,… we had plenty around for her to suck on.

As crazy as this loony bitch was, she still managed to throw a mean fireball.  We doubled back to the weird cavern and found a coven of human vampires.  I guess they thought moving down here would keep them out of the sun.  There were several gorgeous vampire babes in the basement under the hut, but unfortunately, all they wanted to suck was blood.  Our new recruit, Candy, made sure they learned how to suck Magic Missiles.

With five of us now on the move, I was beginning to think this might actually work out.  If nothing else, we had the makings of a solid nude review back in Lacy’s Legends in New Calladon,… or perhaps a decent Gladshie night orgy back in my apartment in Wyreport.  But there would be more joining us.  I just didn’t know it yet.

We eventually battled our way through a massive army of bugbears and entered through the gates of the lost city itself.  Well, not quite the city yet.  We first had to make our way through the outer garrisons and defenses,… a black tower and several compounds along the side walls of a huge cavern.  Inside the tower, down in the dungeons in the basement, we came across a feckless Drow thief named Baenre Quiverquim.  She had apparently stolen from the wrong people in her little community and was sent to the tower as a sex slave for the guards. 

Quite the insult for a female Drow to be treated like a male’s property as I understand it, so proud they are of their female dominated society.  Frankly, I don’t see the big deal.  Back home in Carellon, men and women, no difference.  I can’t see a society where either has dominance over the other.  That just sounds stupid to me.  Apparently, Baenre agreed with me and offered to prove her belief in absolute sexual equality by fucking my brains out.  Unfortunately, we were in the middle of a battle with dozens of pissed off Drow at the time, so I had to take a rain check.

Finally fighting our way past the guards and two whole fighting schools, we entered the gates of the city of Draegrath-Cinlu.  Well, the shit we saw just walking the streets!  Oh my fucking Gods!  And I thought the sex shows on the streets of New Calladon were risqué.  If you think the public nudity you’ll see in Raidon or New Phoenix is bold, wait till you see a Glabrezou demon ass raping a Hobgoblin slave in the middle of main street,… well, eeewwww.

With our backpacks full of crap we’d collected on our trip we went looking for a magic shop, weaponsmith, anybody to sell this shit to.  And what did we find down one dark street but a whorehouse.  Of course, the slimy little shitbag outside tried to sell us a lot of crap, but what he did have to say that was interesting was that there was a bridge north of town.  That bridge led across a river to another cavern.  That cavern was where the temple and the estates of the nobles would be found.  Of course, we had to get there.  But it seemed that unless you had a special pass, there was no way across the bridge.  And it just so happened, the captain of the guard carried just such a pass and he was in the whorehouse at that very minute.  Handy that.

So in we went.  I’ll have to admit to getting a little sidetracked here.  We dallied for probably a bit too long.  But there were so many luscious ladies to fuck and so much new gold in our pockets.  I think they designed it that way.  Half way to our rendezvous with the captain, we found another luscious piece of ass to add to our growing harem, Jani Dias.  Turns out she was a Bard, a spy working for the Tallivian Guard.  She was here with orders to scout the temple and determine if the rumors of an avatar of Lolth were true.  Naturally, she already knew who we were and what we were up to.  Guess good news and magically holstered tits travel fast.  So she got her real things out and we stepped next door to gut the Drow captain and steal his pass.

Before we left the whorehouse, we found one more ally on our quest to bring down the Temple of Lolth, but it wasn’t what any of us were expecting.  It seemed that there was a Barbarian wondering the Northwestern Wilderness for the last several years.  She was a crazed piece of pussy to be sure.  And I mean that with the most sincere, heartfelt love for ya, dear.  Normally, she was another Drow, a gorgeous, chesty thing, a bit taller than most.  However, in the state we’d found her in, she hadn’t been a Drow in months.  Her secret, her curse, was that she was a werepanther.  Understandably nervous about having a werebeast in our midst, we made sure we checked her out thoroughly before we let her come along.

As Candy told us all, the werepanthers are a little different than the other werecreatures.  They only lost control and became monsters during sex.  I have a few old boyfriends that might fall into that category.  So, what in the holy fucking arse of Ares was she doing in a whorehouse?  Getting laid apparently.  She’d spent the better part of the last month fucking like a rabid dire weasel for one reason and one reason only, to gain control over her rage during her shapeshifting.

Well, apparently it worked.  In all the time she traveled with us, she never attacked any of us,… at least not in a violent way.  Fucked Lainey’s brains out, sure, but she didn’t rip anybody’s throat out and drink their blood,… well, there was that one Drow priestess we ran into in the temple.  Yuck.  What a mess.

Everything came to a head when we finally reached the Temple of Lolth.  Once we fought our way through throngs of Drow bitches in thongs, we finally ran into the spider cunt behind the whole mess, a priestess by the name of Charinda Backsider.  After pounding her into the overly artistic carpets, Myrstyn had the bright idea to tie her up and ass rape her for several hours.  By the time we were done, between Schwing, Lainey and Laz, we had all her holes filled at the same time.  Baenre suggested we leave her laying there in a puddle of cum.  Apparently, anything we could have done to her was not as bad as what Lolth would do to her when She found out how badly the priestess had failed.

Of course, once we got dressed and headed back downstairs, we found the real problem, the avatar of Lolth herself was down in the depths, and Gods was she pissed.  After we finally beat Her into submission, and drove Her back to the pit from which She came,… I was sucked into another realm, a place outside of all places, where I could rest up and take stock.  Asking this odd looking little man where I was and what was going on, he told me that it was a pocket dimension sitting off the Demonweb,… not quite in the Abyss, but nowhere else either.  The only option I had was to head through the one door in the chamber and emerge onto the Demonweb.  My friends, all the girls I had loved, licked, fucked, and sucked for the whole adventure in the UnderDark?  Nowhere to be seen.  Gods, I hope I meet up with them again back home,… if I ever get back home.

Well, this eats big green Kuo-Tao dicks.  But that’s a tale for another time.

After we stomped the avatar of Lolth, something happened.  We got sucked into some kind of vortex.  Whether it was the Spider’s Bitch’s intention, or we just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, I’ll never know.  But sucked it did.  I ended up separated from my fuckbuddy girlfriends.  It took a long time, tracking through the various planes connected to the Demonweb, before I could find them,… well, most of them anyway.

On one particularly shitty little plane, on a planet that was apparently 95% covered in water, we found another companion to join us in our quest to gut Lolth once and for all.  Her name was Zigguresh Guzzlkuhm,… but we just called her Ziggy.  She was a bizarre crossbreed between a Tielfing and some kind of water demon or sea dragon,… or demonic sea dragon.  I swear, dragons will fuck anything, even dragons from the Abyss apparently.  She didn’t exactly fit in, which is saying a lot for a place as crazy and chaotic as the Abyss, so she got booted and ended up plying the waves for most of her life.  Outside of a solid skill at sailing and an uncanny sense of direction, she also had an unending appetite for raw fish, or anything that tasted or smelled like fish,… wouldn’t ya know.

So, skippin’ way ahead,… or skippin’ past the part where I got head,… I don’t remember.  Anywho,… we finally made it into Lolth’s Spidership,… pretentious much?  Killed a bunch of really nasty shit.  Collected more cool gems and gold than I could count,… well, that’s a lie, I counted every fuckin’ copper.  Gotta do that with the ditzy likes of Baenre around,… thievin’ cunt monkey. 

Anywho,… I found a way back to the world.  Which is to say, we got out of the Demonweb as it was collapsing in around us, what with Lolth bein’ dead and all,… oh, I didn’t mention that?  Yeah.  Put up a hell of a fight too,… but by the time we ran into the spider cunt, we were all like 19^th level,… so, fuck the bitch.  I had even managed to trade in my old dick handled katana, Schwing, for the Dicksword of Doom.  How fuckin’ cool is that?

So, anyway,… we got back, and of course I had some introductions to make back in Wyreport, what bringin’ a bunch of Drow and a Tiefling and a Tiefling/Half-Demon back with me,… but since I basically had more money than Zeus, I decided to tell the ass-clowns at the Syndicate to kiss my cunt.  We packed that shit up and moved to Beotharn.  I got a palace just outside of Ophir, about 20 acres, I think,… that’s inside the house,… several thousand acres outside.  We bought a whole bunch of Magani slaves to man the place and keep the grass cut.  But hey, with Lainey, Lazquarren and now Ziggy,… who needs sex slaves.

So, that’s me,… Queen of some plantation or other,… and my seven little cunts, or cocks,… whatever the fuck.  I’m retired now.  Shit, I have enough money to live out an Elf’s retirement, so I suspect Myrtsyn will end up getting’ it all after I croak of old age.  Of course, there is that immortality thing that Lolth stole from Olympus,… hmmm.

Hey Zeus,… wanna go a few rounds?