Icewind Dale Chase Part 2
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The caravan rumbled down the rough dirt trail across the final set of
hills, trundling down past pine trees still dusted with snow. In the
larger world much further south it was full summer, but this far north,
close to the Icewind glaciers and with the Spine of the World blocking the
warm air currents from the south, it was a bleak, cold summer. The
caravan had been on the road for a long time, traveling from the Silver
Marches, and the merchants, guards and hangers-on were all tired and
waiting to disembark. As the wagons pulled closer to the small border
town, the simple stone wall surrounding the buildings and tent encampments
outside seemed like heaven to the weary passengers. Slowly the wagons
ground to a half in a long line on the road leading up to the town gate as
armed guards searched each wagon in turn, examined the trading permits of
each merchant and cleared them for entry.
As the search began, various people who had caught rides with the
merchants disembarked, gathering their tattered possessions before
entering the town on foot. Unless anyone had any wares to sell, the town
guard cared little who entered or left. Weapons were not forbidden on the
frontier, in fact the guard welcomed travelers who could defend
themselves. From one of the lead wagons, a tall, muscular woman jumped
nimbly off the side, not even bothering to thank the wagon's owner for the
ride. She peered up at the sun, still climbing towards its mid-day apex,
and yet not giving off much heat. The air was high and clear, and still
tinged with the frost of last night. Hoisting the satchel containing her
belongings over one shoulder, she strode into the small frontier town like
she already owned it.
The woman was probably in her thirties, and her posture and appearance
told everyone who saw her enter the town that she was not someone to be
trifled with. She had a wide jaw and a slightly crooked nose which seemed
like it had been broken several times. Her well-defined cheekbones
complemented her tough, jagged appearance, and her dirty reddish brown
hair was short and wiry like steel wool and kept in check in a severe
knot. She had green eyes, with a large mostly healed scar running across
one and up her forehead. Her skin seemed tough and leathery, with
innumerable gashes and old wounds covering her wiry muscles. Her mode of
dress as equally utilitarian, a suit of studded leather armor with heavy,
steel-toed boots. A dirty dark green cloak hung over her broad shoulders
and a sword and an axe both dangled from her belt, as well as a crossbow
slung across her back. This rough, dangerous woman was a type the
townsfolk had seen many many times before, and they knew well to stay out
of her way as she strode purposefully towards the largest inn in the
settlement.
As the woman disembarked and walked off, another figure slipped from the
back of one of the wagons further back in the caravan just entering town.
She shouted a thanks to the portly merchant peering out the side of his
wagon and dashed off towards the town as well. The merchant peeked after
her, wondering quietly if she would be alright all alone this far out in
the frontier. The girl was quite young, only just having entered
adulthood, but her clothing was still that of a younger woman. She was
thin and wiry, with only a slight blossoming to the hips and chest
betraying that she was no longer a child. Her skin was relatively light,
and her hair was a pale blonde, though dirty, mass waving in the chill
air. "Dirty" was in fact a descriptor that applied to her in general. She
had a pretty face with a thin nose and bright blue eyes which was only
somewhat marred by the flecks of dirt and soot on it. She was dressed in a
simple brown tunic which was badly torn and ragged, its original color
long since lost. It was held in place by a simple belt, and the girl had
wrapped her hands and lower legs in long strips of cloth (also very dirty
and dusty) for some protection. The guards at the gate quickly wrote her
off as yet another street rat or beggar, and merely let her enter without
comment.
Unlike a common beggar, however, the girl moved with a distinct sense of
purpose, not being distracted by her new surroundings. Spotting the red
hair of the dangerous-looking woman ahead of her on the main street, the
girl skipped ahead, following her towards the inn. The inn was a large but
unimpressive affair, relatively well maintained but with its paint worn
and faded. The dangerous-looking woman entered, and a few minutes later
the girl slipped in as well, ignoring the disapproving stares of the
townsfolk who saw her. The warmth inside the inn was a relief for the
young woman, who breathed in and out deeply to clear the stinging mountain
air from her lungs. Her skin prickled as it was heated up, making her feel
like she was almost on fire with warmth. She looked around the taproom,
poorly illuminated by the pale sunlight filtering in through grimy
windows. The redheaded woman was standing at the counter to the bar,
speaking with a tall, muscular man who seemed almost as rough-and-tumble
as the woman was. The girl pretended to busy herself reading various
public notices, adverts and bounties posted up on a cracked old oaken
board on the inn wall, but did not let the redheaded woman out of her
sight. As she watched, the woman showed the barkeep an unfurled parchment
(which the girl unfortunately couldn't see from her angle), and their
discussion continued for a few more moments before the woman stalked off,
carrying a large stein filled to the brim with frothing Icewind mead.
The girl stayed in the inn for as long as the redheaded woman did. As the
older woman sat alone at a table, drinking her mead and ordering in food,
the young street rat busied herself by ordering some very cheap cheese and
bread with only water to drink. Sitting down at a bench near the entrance
reserved for very poor customers, the blonde girl didn't seem to mind
much, occasionally casting an eye over at the redhead's table. After an
hour and a half, the redheaded woman rose to her feet, stretched, and
walked up the staircase towards the guest rooms. The girl guessed she had
already arranged to stay for the night, and that she was still fatigued
from the journey. But there were still things she needed to know. Jumping
to her feet, showing no discomfort after her long journey, the blonde girl
walked over to the counter and waited until the barkeep was within
earshot. She leaned in over the scarred heavy counter, discolored by many
years worth of various stains.
"'scuse me sir?" she squealed, waving her thin, dirty hand to catch his
attention.
"What is it, girl?" The barkeep asked as he towered over her behind the
bar. He seemed to have both elven and human blood, with dully pointed ears
and a slightly elegant shape to his nose. This was contrasted by his
generally broad, muscular physique, making him look a little bit
malformed.
"That woman who was at the bar a little while ago... The bounty hunter?"
The barkeep's eyes narrowed. He leaned over towards the girl. "Yeah? We
get lots of bounty hunters here, girl. And lots of beggars too. The bounty
hunters pay, the beggars don't."
The girl huffed, drawing herself up to her slight height. "I did pay for
my meal, sir. And I'm... just wondering. Did she say anything on where she
was heading? And when?"
"Even if she did, what's it to you, street rat?" The barkeep wrinkled his
nose disdainfully. "You look like you come from far south. Waterdeep?
Silverymoon?"
The girl shrugged. "I've been lots of places. Anyway, this woman..."
"You're too curious for your own good. And you act like... Oh, I get it.
She's done something to you, hasn't she? You want to know where your
parents are, or something like that... sold as a baby, were you?"
The girl looked unperturbed by the questioning. "Please, sir. I just need
to know where this woman is going, and when. It doesn't concern you.
Please? I won't cause any trouble."
The barkeep appraised the girl standing across the bar from him. As he got
a better look at her, he decided she wasn't entirely unattractive. In
fact, with a good bath, a manicure and some attention to her clothes, she
could probably be a blossoming beauty. She smiled a thin smile, feeling an
idea spring fully formed into his mind. "Alright. I will tell you what you
want to know." He grinned as he saw the girl's face break into an
expression of relief. "...if you do a small personal service for me" He
patted the groin of his trousers demonstratively.
The girl looked at him, less disturbed than he'd expected her to be. Maybe
this wasn't new to her at all? She nodded. "That's not what I'd hoped to
hear, but... I do need that information. So yes, I agree. Around eleven,
your room?"
The barkeep was slightly surprised at how readily the girl had agreed, but
those feelings were quickly brushed aside by his rising arousal. He
nodded. "Good, good. I'll tell you everything you want to know... IF you
make it worth my while."
"It'll be worth your while. Don't worry." The girl slipped away from the
bar and walked back towards the bench, humming an unfamiliar tune to
herself. The barkeep stared after her, shrugged, then went back to work
polishing the dirty glasses.
***
As the sun was slowly sinking towards the western hills, painting the
small town in shades of red and deep black, the barkeep of the inn could
scarcely believe his luck. He was sitting on his rough but comfortable
bed, fully naked, with his legs spread wide. Kneeling in front of him,
also naked, was the blonde girl he'd made the deal with. The barkeep was
very happy that the girl had showed up, and even more so when she had
undressed without his prompting. Closing the door and curtains to his
room, he thought she had looked even more attractive as she undressed
illuminated by lamplight. He'd been mildly surprised, though, when it
seemed that the girl was more than ready to climb on top of him and impale
herself on his dick. He certainly did not want any trouble with unexpected
pregnancies, so he quickly dissuaded her, and ordered her to give him the
best blowjob she could instead.
And she was quite good indeed! Her slick, sensuous lips worked his hard
shaft up and down like she'd done it many times before, and her thin hands
gently rubbed the base of his member while occasionally playing with his
balls. He groaned in pleasure, already feeling the pressure of orgasm
building in him.
"Tell me. The information. Or I won't finish." The voice of the girl
startled him out of his haze, but before he could even open his eyes she
was already wrapping her lips around his cock again, sliding it into her
small mouth.
"I... nnngh... o... okay..." he grunted. "Woman... bounty... bounty
hunter... don't stop... Lorna... something..."
"Lorna Malys" the girl finished, helpfully.
"Yes. Her... asked me... trail map... for Fang Ridge... How... rough
terrain... how much food to... bring... nnnngh oh gods..."
"Did she say when she was leaving?"
"Y-yes. Tomorrow... sunrise... I sold her... rations... b-but...
stupid..."
"Why stupid?"
"Fang Ridge... bugbear... tribe... caravans don't go... through there.
Too... dangerous. Slaver caravan... lost there... some time ago..."
As he uttered the last words, the girl slurped his cock so deep into her
shallow mouth that the head brushed against her throat. This stimulation
as too much, and as she squeezed and massaged his member, he bucked
against the bed and ejaculated violently. A torrent of hot, sticky cum
roiled down the girl's throat as if a dam had burst and released a lake.
Squirts leaked through between her lips, and the barkeep was lost in a
deep, red haze. Panting, shaking and sweating as he emptied his last
reserve of cum, he collapsed against the bed, groaning. The girl let his
slackening member slip from her mouth with a wet slurping sound, leaving a
clear trail of cum between her thin lips and the member. Then, rising to
her feet with hot cum now flowing from her cheeks and down her neck and
chest, she muttered a few arcane words with practiced ease. The barkeep
suddenly slumped into a deep, and very pleasant sleep.
"That's it then. She's definitely here" the girl muttered.
She walked in a circle for a few minutes, thoughts rushing through her
head as she considered the situation. There wasn't much time, and she had
to act. But first, there was something she had to attend to. A pressure
was building inside her, a very familiar feeling which needed quick and
decisive action before she could do anything else. With one cum-stained
slender hand, she reached down and into her own slit. Within the tight,
fleshy folds she rummaged around for a bit, groaning as she accidentally
stimulated herself. But she bit down on her lip and ignored the tingling
in her groin and breasts, and kept feeling. Finally she found the hidden
catch she had searched for, and pulled it open before the pleasure could
mount too much. A large, utterly black-skinned dick flopped out from the
slender girl's vagina, looking almost ridiculously out of place. With a
feminine grunt the girl grabbed the member, which was already just as
erect and hard as the barkeep's had been, and began massaging it,
wrenching the large meat with her small hands.
The entire exercise had been much too arousing, and it didn't take long
until the large black dick twitched and released a torrent of cum which
spurted across the bed and the unconscious barkeep alike. As it
ejaculated, the girl twitched and groaned, straining as the pressure built
within her. Her slender, pale form bulged and deformed, looking like it
was a balloon slowly filling with water. And then the girl simply burst,
with thin scraps of pale skin exploding outwards, revealing a quite
different figure.
Getting to his feet, the male drow outcast Solkah Aghar'Leshrae rose to
his feet, flicking scraps of pale skin from his taut, black-skinned body.
He playfully pulled the hands of the girl from his own, thicker hands,
smiling as he looked over at the man on the bed. He'd enjoyed this
deception a lot, but it was time for it to end. Solkah was here for a
reason, and while the young street rat had been a good disguise and served
him well from the Silver Marches to here as he gathered information, it
was now time for something different. Solkah leaned down and picked up the
empty, frayed mask of the girl, a portion of blonde hair still attached to
the frame of the face. There wasn't a day the drow wasn't thankful he'd
learned the secret of skin-making. He deftly used the empty mask to wipe
his member clean of cum, then flicked it to the side.
This had been pleasant, but Solkah realized now was the time to focus.
Lorna Malys would be departing in just a few short hours, that's how long
Solkah's tryst with the barkeep had taken. If Solkah's carefully-gathered
information was right, then Lorna would be after the quarry which Solkah
so desperately seeked himself. And he couldn't afford to lose the trail.
Quickly gathering up the belongings he'd carried as the girl, he slipped
into a simple breechcloth. He considered removing the scraps of his
disguise, but decided that it would be far too amusing not to leave them
and let the slumbering barkeep try to make sense of the situation in the
morning.
Solkah quietly and nimbly vaulted out the window into the night.
***
Crouching down under a tree at the outskirts of town, Solkah quietly
cursed the cold. He briefly regretted bursting the girl's skin, as even
her meager clothing would have been a relief in this harsh climate.
Fortunately he was a bit more hardy than most drow due to the orc blood of
his hybrid nature. Still, this state of affairs had to end quickly. With
only a few hours until dawn, Solkah needed to be ready to meet the bounty
hunter as she left town. He patted his belly, then opened his mouth wide,
sliding one hand down between his lips. Impossibly, his hand and arm
vanished into his own mouth, only to reappear holding a large, wet bluish
mass. With a tug he freed the large heap from his lips, coughing a bit and
wiping a remaining drop of cum from his cheek.
Laying the crumpled heap out on the dark grass of the ground, the bright
moonlight illuminating the scene and Solkah's own elven eyes making the
night clearer, the drow was content to see that the disguise had not been
damaged by being compressed and hidden for so long. Laid out in front of
him was the empty skin of a very tall, muscular woman with pale blue skin
and long, darker blue hair. Presumably a half-giant of frost giant
descent, the woman appeared powerful, yet feminine. Solkah grinned. This
particular disguise had taken him a long time to make, and he had been
eager to try it for a long time.
Lifting the skin, Solkah spread the labial lips of the half-giant woman
wide, relishing in the stretchy feeling. As he opened them, he began
crawling inside with his head and arms, slipping into the large blue mass
as well as he could. It was always tricky with large suits, since he
couldn't see what he was doing, but Solkah dug his feet in and pushed
deeper into the disguise, being elated to feel his head arrive in the
empty mask of the skin. Pushing his arms into those of the suit, he began
pulling his lower body and legs in, already feeling another erection
coming on by the slick feeling of entering the suit. But he couldn't let
himself be distracted this time. The mission was too important. And
despite how proud he was of his appearance, Solkah always knew when to
swallow that pride for a disguise more suitable for the task at hand.
As his legs kicked and struggled into the empty ones of the suit, and his
thick member pressed against the inside of the suit, he felt the sticky
feeling began as the suit started sticking to his body. He felt himself
grow longer, thicker, as his form expanded to fill the suit. He felt his
legs stretch down to fill the feet of the half-giant, he felt his chest
and abdomen expand, and a pair of large soft orbs push out from his
muscular pectorals to fill the empty sacks of the disguise. he felt his
arms grown out into the giantess' arms, and soon he was using her hands as
if they were his own. Solkah briefly thought that it would be interesting
to share a large suit such as this with someone, sometime. Finally,
Solkah's head grew and expanded inside the costume, becoming one with the
stern but alluring face of the frost giantess. The pressure in his groin
receded as new openings formed and aligned, and with a sucking sound the
vaginal lips closed up and merged with the body beneath.
Rising to her feet, the giantess surveyed her new form approvingly. She
hefted her large breasts in her hands and let a pale blue finger trace the
edge of her labia, withdrawing before she would accidentally stimulate
herself. Stretching her muscles, she noted the air was less harsh now,
feeling almost pleasant on her new skin. Like this, she would have no
trouble penetrating the icy hills in search of her prey. She kneeled down
to undo the simple satchel that Solkah (in disguise) had carried into
town, and from it withdrew a set of oversized garments for her new form. A
bag of holding was nice, but Solkah never trusted it enough to carry his
disguises or other very personal things there. Getting dressed, the
giantess then headed a bit deeper into the forest, sitting down under a
powerful pine tree and yawning wide. She would only rest for a little bit,
until dawn.
And then the hunt would begin in earnest.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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