"Relaxation", Forgotten Realms (Jarlaxle/Artemis Entreri), NC-17
Title: Relaxation
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, shared masturbation via magical means
Word count: 1,500
Prompt: Forgotten Realms, Jarlaxle/Artemis Entreri - seduction - Jarlaxle had worked hard to get this far. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.
Author’s Note: Written rather quick to make the deadline of the prompt. However, there’s just something about an assassin, a dark elf, and some oils that make the pleasurable images flow ever so smoothly.
Entreri winced when a sharp pain erupted above his left collar bone. Because of one quick movement to dodge a pail of trash being thrown in the street, he was in a world of pain.
He pinched the muscles by his neck, rubbing the flesh between his fingers before entered the Inn. He tilted his neck to the opposite side, hoping that it would snap back into place. However, he suspected that he overextended the muscle.
Jarlaxle looked up from some parchment when Entreri entered their room. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” Entreri grumbled. He went into the washroom and shut the door. Annoyed, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it against the wall, a cloud of dirt appearing on impact. Damn carriages always kicked up a mess when the horses were led through the dusty streets. He leaned down to wash his face and grunted when he moved his neck the wrong way.
“Not only are you filthy, but you’re injured,” Jarlaxle tsked.
Entreri turned around to face him, further annoyed that he didn’t hear the door open. He suspected that the drow enjoyed sneaking up on him. “I’m fine.”
“Oh really?” Jarlaxle snapped his fingers and a ball of faerie fire flew toward the assassin. When Entreri turned to look at it, his face contorted. “You were saying?”
“It’ll be better once I sleep on it,” Entreri said. “It’ll mend on its own.”
“Must you always choose the road of suffering?” Jarlaxle walked over to him. “I can fix it.”
“Since when are you a healer?”
“I’m hundreds of years old,” Jarlaxle said, “and I’ve seen my share of muscle injuries. Should anyone see a weakness in you Artemis, they will exploit it. Now, turn around and let me have a look.”
Entreri turned and when Jarlaxle cleared his throat he knelt to the ground. He never could get used to the fact that Jarlaxle was shorter than him. The way he carried himself you expected him to be bigger, however, that did tend to be an advantage when opponents constantly underestimated him because of his size.
Jarlaxle worked his fingers into Entreri’s shoulder and the base of his skull. “By the abyss you’re tense. You’ve more knots than a rope.”
“I travel with you, what do you expect?”
“This will take more than my hands,” Jarlaxle said. “First, you need a bath.” When Entreri opened his mouth to protest Jarlaxle raised his hand, “The stream two days ago does not count.”
Entreri watched as Jarlaxle left the washroom and returned with some servants to fill the bathtub with hot water. “You’re obsessed with cleanliness.”
“A pleasing scent is a heightened pleasure,” Jarlaxle said.
The servants left the room and Entreri watched Jarlaxle sprinkle salt into the water. After a few moments, the tub filled with soap suds.
“You’ve prepared…a bubble bath?”
“Yes.” Jarlaxle locked the door.
“I don’t do bubble baths,” Entreri frowned.
“Why not?”
Entreri looked pointedly at the glittering foam that sparkled in the tub.
“Don’t be so difficult,” Jarlaxle said. “Just get in and let your muscles be eased by the hot water. It will do you some good. Besides, the foam acts as soap and has healing qualities.”
Entreri begrudgingly removed his clothes and entered the hot water. He took his time to get used to the temperature before he leaned back.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Jarlaxle finished removing the last of his clothes and approached the tub.
Entreri shifted. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you of course,” Jarlaxle said. “I simply cannot get my clothes wet while I work on your muscles. Now, turn around.”
Entreri turned and grew tenser when Jarlaxle brushed against him. “Can you back up?”
“Don’t be so squeamish,” Jarlaxle chided. “If you don’t relax, you’ll only make things worse.”
Fingers worked into Entreri’s shoulder, massaging the hard muscle, drawing grunts of pain when deep tissue was kneaded. Gradually the muscles loosened and Entreri absently leaned back, allowing Jarlaxle’s touch.
Jarlaxle smiled and shifted a little. He moved the soap suds into his hand and washed Entreri’s back, trickling the water down his arms. He bade Entreri to tilt his head back and scooped water into his palms, pouring it over his hair. His fingers kneaded into Entreri’s scalp, causing the man to close his eyes. His eyelids fluttered under Jarlaxle’s ministrations.
“Your skin is starting to prune,” Jarlaxle said. “Dry off and I’ll continue this in the bedroom.”
It took Entreri a moment to speak. “What about my clothes?”
“They’re being cleaned,” Jarlaxle said, straddling the edge of the tub. He reached for a towel and headed for the door, “Besides, I’ve got some oils that will work wonders on you.”
Entreri stood, determined not to show Jarlaxle that he was uncomfortable with the nudity. He dried off and tied the towel around his waist before he entered the bedroom. He froze when he saw Jarlaxle still naked. “Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t want to get them messy,” Jarlaxle said, motioning him to the bed.
Entreri went to lay back and glared when Jarlaxle snapped away his towel. “I don’t like this.”
“You’ll thank me when your body is relaxed,” Jarlaxle reasoned.
Conjuring an interdimensional pocket, Jarlaxle pulled out a paint brush and a vial of scented oil. With the careful strokes of an artist’s hand he applied the oil, painting a moist bracelet around Entreri’s wrists.
“What does that do?”
“This acts as a binding for magical pressure points,” Jarlaxle said, placing the oil and brush back into the magical pocket. “I don’t want to leave any visible markings.”
Entreri’s heart beat so hard in his chest that he felt it at the base of his spine. “What’s in that oil anyway?”
“A little of this and a little of that,” Jarlaxle smirked. He pulled out a few more bottles. “These essential oils will be absorbed through the skin and carried to your aching muscles.” Adding several drops from the different bottles into his palm, “Combined together they’ll help to ease your tension.”
Jarlaxle rubbed his palms on Entreri’s arms, moving up the shoulders, massaging them a little before he moved down Entreri’s sides and legs. He carefully picked up one of the bottles and dripped them down the center of Entreri’s chest, smiling when the oil drizzled over Entreri’s most private part, making it twitch.
“Why precisely are you covering my entire body in oils when it’s my neck that hurts?”
“You must work on the whole before you focus on a particular point,” Jarlaxle said. He pulled back and ran a hand over his bald head, trailing the oil down his body.
“Is the oil supposed to tingle?”
“That means it’s working,” Jarlaxle said. He blew softly onto Entreri’s navel.
Entreri twitched and arched his back when all the oiled areas began to warm. “By the abyss…”
Jarlaxle reclined beside him, blowing on each area of oil to heighten the sensations.
Entreri hardened when Jarlaxle’s breath ran along his length.
Into Entreri’s ear Jarlaxle exhaled, “Enjoy yourself, Artemis, you’re in for a lot of pleasant sensations.”
Entreri grabbed the sheets, crumpling the fabric in his clenched fists as he writhed on the bed.
Jarlaxle pulled away to lay on his back and placed a hand behind his head, trailing the other hand down to his throbbing length.
Entreri gasped and saw Jarlaxle from the corner of his eye. “What are you doing?!”
“Relaxing,” Jarlaxle said.
“Why am I feeling it too?!”
“Because I’m in a generous mood and I want to share,” Jarlaxle said. When he saw Entreri’s arm come toward his head he whispered a spell and Entreri’s wrists were pinned above his head.
Entreri growled and writhed in the invisible bonds. He suspected that the oil around his wrists was for something nefarious.
Jarlaxle rolled his balls, fondling them in his wet palms. He moved up and down his length, the oil slick against his skin as he quickened his movements. He groaned when he came and felt the bed shudder when Entreri came as well.
Basking in the afterglow Jarlaxle gave Entreri a lazy smile. “My methods may be unusual, but they are effective. I assume you are relaxed?”
Entreri moved his head to glare at Jarlaxle, wrists ensnared in their invisible bonds.
Jarlaxle laughed. “Don’t give me that look. Your neck must be doing better if you can move it so.”
“Unusual, but effective,” Entreri muttered. He turned his head back to stare at the ceiling.
A lazy smile turned into a wicked grin. “Come again?”
Entreri heaved a sigh. “That’s not funny.”
Jarlaxle chuckled and flexed his palms. “Get some sleep. You’ll feel a hundred times better in the morning.” He curled onto his side and cuddled against Entreri.
“Jarlaxle.”
A soft snore reached the assassin’s ears.
“Jarlaxle.” He heaved another sigh. “Damn drow.” He shifted in his invisible bonds and closed his eyes, exhaustion taking over. At least the damnable elf was warm.
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, shared masturbation via magical means
Word count: 1,500
Prompt: Forgotten Realms, Jarlaxle/Artemis Entreri - seduction - Jarlaxle had worked hard to get this far. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.
Author’s Note: Written rather quick to make the deadline of the prompt. However, there’s just something about an assassin, a dark elf, and some oils that make the pleasurable images flow ever so smoothly.
Entreri winced when a sharp pain erupted above his left collar bone. Because of one quick movement to dodge a pail of trash being thrown in the street, he was in a world of pain.
He pinched the muscles by his neck, rubbing the flesh between his fingers before entered the Inn. He tilted his neck to the opposite side, hoping that it would snap back into place. However, he suspected that he overextended the muscle.
Jarlaxle looked up from some parchment when Entreri entered their room. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” Entreri grumbled. He went into the washroom and shut the door. Annoyed, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it against the wall, a cloud of dirt appearing on impact. Damn carriages always kicked up a mess when the horses were led through the dusty streets. He leaned down to wash his face and grunted when he moved his neck the wrong way.
“Not only are you filthy, but you’re injured,” Jarlaxle tsked.
Entreri turned around to face him, further annoyed that he didn’t hear the door open. He suspected that the drow enjoyed sneaking up on him. “I’m fine.”
“Oh really?” Jarlaxle snapped his fingers and a ball of faerie fire flew toward the assassin. When Entreri turned to look at it, his face contorted. “You were saying?”
“It’ll be better once I sleep on it,” Entreri said. “It’ll mend on its own.”
“Must you always choose the road of suffering?” Jarlaxle walked over to him. “I can fix it.”
“Since when are you a healer?”
“I’m hundreds of years old,” Jarlaxle said, “and I’ve seen my share of muscle injuries. Should anyone see a weakness in you Artemis, they will exploit it. Now, turn around and let me have a look.”
Entreri turned and when Jarlaxle cleared his throat he knelt to the ground. He never could get used to the fact that Jarlaxle was shorter than him. The way he carried himself you expected him to be bigger, however, that did tend to be an advantage when opponents constantly underestimated him because of his size.
Jarlaxle worked his fingers into Entreri’s shoulder and the base of his skull. “By the abyss you’re tense. You’ve more knots than a rope.”
“I travel with you, what do you expect?”
“This will take more than my hands,” Jarlaxle said. “First, you need a bath.” When Entreri opened his mouth to protest Jarlaxle raised his hand, “The stream two days ago does not count.”
Entreri watched as Jarlaxle left the washroom and returned with some servants to fill the bathtub with hot water. “You’re obsessed with cleanliness.”
“A pleasing scent is a heightened pleasure,” Jarlaxle said.
The servants left the room and Entreri watched Jarlaxle sprinkle salt into the water. After a few moments, the tub filled with soap suds.
“You’ve prepared…a bubble bath?”
“Yes.” Jarlaxle locked the door.
“I don’t do bubble baths,” Entreri frowned.
“Why not?”
Entreri looked pointedly at the glittering foam that sparkled in the tub.
“Don’t be so difficult,” Jarlaxle said. “Just get in and let your muscles be eased by the hot water. It will do you some good. Besides, the foam acts as soap and has healing qualities.”
Entreri begrudgingly removed his clothes and entered the hot water. He took his time to get used to the temperature before he leaned back.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Jarlaxle finished removing the last of his clothes and approached the tub.
Entreri shifted. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you of course,” Jarlaxle said. “I simply cannot get my clothes wet while I work on your muscles. Now, turn around.”
Entreri turned and grew tenser when Jarlaxle brushed against him. “Can you back up?”
“Don’t be so squeamish,” Jarlaxle chided. “If you don’t relax, you’ll only make things worse.”
Fingers worked into Entreri’s shoulder, massaging the hard muscle, drawing grunts of pain when deep tissue was kneaded. Gradually the muscles loosened and Entreri absently leaned back, allowing Jarlaxle’s touch.
Jarlaxle smiled and shifted a little. He moved the soap suds into his hand and washed Entreri’s back, trickling the water down his arms. He bade Entreri to tilt his head back and scooped water into his palms, pouring it over his hair. His fingers kneaded into Entreri’s scalp, causing the man to close his eyes. His eyelids fluttered under Jarlaxle’s ministrations.
“Your skin is starting to prune,” Jarlaxle said. “Dry off and I’ll continue this in the bedroom.”
It took Entreri a moment to speak. “What about my clothes?”
“They’re being cleaned,” Jarlaxle said, straddling the edge of the tub. He reached for a towel and headed for the door, “Besides, I’ve got some oils that will work wonders on you.”
Entreri stood, determined not to show Jarlaxle that he was uncomfortable with the nudity. He dried off and tied the towel around his waist before he entered the bedroom. He froze when he saw Jarlaxle still naked. “Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t want to get them messy,” Jarlaxle said, motioning him to the bed.
Entreri went to lay back and glared when Jarlaxle snapped away his towel. “I don’t like this.”
“You’ll thank me when your body is relaxed,” Jarlaxle reasoned.
Conjuring an interdimensional pocket, Jarlaxle pulled out a paint brush and a vial of scented oil. With the careful strokes of an artist’s hand he applied the oil, painting a moist bracelet around Entreri’s wrists.
“What does that do?”
“This acts as a binding for magical pressure points,” Jarlaxle said, placing the oil and brush back into the magical pocket. “I don’t want to leave any visible markings.”
Entreri’s heart beat so hard in his chest that he felt it at the base of his spine. “What’s in that oil anyway?”
“A little of this and a little of that,” Jarlaxle smirked. He pulled out a few more bottles. “These essential oils will be absorbed through the skin and carried to your aching muscles.” Adding several drops from the different bottles into his palm, “Combined together they’ll help to ease your tension.”
Jarlaxle rubbed his palms on Entreri’s arms, moving up the shoulders, massaging them a little before he moved down Entreri’s sides and legs. He carefully picked up one of the bottles and dripped them down the center of Entreri’s chest, smiling when the oil drizzled over Entreri’s most private part, making it twitch.
“Why precisely are you covering my entire body in oils when it’s my neck that hurts?”
“You must work on the whole before you focus on a particular point,” Jarlaxle said. He pulled back and ran a hand over his bald head, trailing the oil down his body.
“Is the oil supposed to tingle?”
“That means it’s working,” Jarlaxle said. He blew softly onto Entreri’s navel.
Entreri twitched and arched his back when all the oiled areas began to warm. “By the abyss…”
Jarlaxle reclined beside him, blowing on each area of oil to heighten the sensations.
Entreri hardened when Jarlaxle’s breath ran along his length.
Into Entreri’s ear Jarlaxle exhaled, “Enjoy yourself, Artemis, you’re in for a lot of pleasant sensations.”
Entreri grabbed the sheets, crumpling the fabric in his clenched fists as he writhed on the bed.
Jarlaxle pulled away to lay on his back and placed a hand behind his head, trailing the other hand down to his throbbing length.
Entreri gasped and saw Jarlaxle from the corner of his eye. “What are you doing?!”
“Relaxing,” Jarlaxle said.
“Why am I feeling it too?!”
“Because I’m in a generous mood and I want to share,” Jarlaxle said. When he saw Entreri’s arm come toward his head he whispered a spell and Entreri’s wrists were pinned above his head.
Entreri growled and writhed in the invisible bonds. He suspected that the oil around his wrists was for something nefarious.
Jarlaxle rolled his balls, fondling them in his wet palms. He moved up and down his length, the oil slick against his skin as he quickened his movements. He groaned when he came and felt the bed shudder when Entreri came as well.
Basking in the afterglow Jarlaxle gave Entreri a lazy smile. “My methods may be unusual, but they are effective. I assume you are relaxed?”
Entreri moved his head to glare at Jarlaxle, wrists ensnared in their invisible bonds.
Jarlaxle laughed. “Don’t give me that look. Your neck must be doing better if you can move it so.”
“Unusual, but effective,” Entreri muttered. He turned his head back to stare at the ceiling.
A lazy smile turned into a wicked grin. “Come again?”
Entreri heaved a sigh. “That’s not funny.”
Jarlaxle chuckled and flexed his palms. “Get some sleep. You’ll feel a hundred times better in the morning.” He curled onto his side and cuddled against Entreri.
“Jarlaxle.”
A soft snore reached the assassin’s ears.
“Jarlaxle.” He heaved another sigh. “Damn drow.” He shifted in his invisible bonds and closed his eyes, exhaustion taking over. At least the damnable elf was warm.