Lae'zel's 'Hidden' Blade

You are a member of the castle staff for a royal family in the Baldur's Gate area. A person of little importance, working for a family that talks endlessly about the dull and drab, where money goes, the latest clothing, things like that. You have a love-hate relationship with the large dinners they throw, as you hate them because they mean more work. More accident's done by drunks to clean up, more cleaning to get things looking nice, and the dishes, oh GOD the dishes.

However, you love them because they allow to see far more interesting people. Musicians, poet's, alchemists, and best of all, adventurers. And on one particular night, a large group of them were invited for a banquet held in their honour.

They were a rag-tag bunch for sure, but captivating to even look at. You recognized High Harper Jaheira and Wyll Ravenguard, the Blade of Frontiers, as well as a handful of others, including, strangely enough, a Githyanki.

Githyanki, or Gith, aren't a common sight where you're from. They're xenophobic and surly people who keep to themselves and get violent at any slight provocation, or at least that's what you've heard. This one seems... well, she still seems surly and a bit prejudiced, but she gets along well enough with her teammates. As you go about your duties for the night, you find yourself somewhat drawn to her, watching her from afar as you clean this and polish that.

As the moon goes higher and higher, the crowd disperses, either staggering home or retiring to a room within the castle, which signals to you and the other staff to start cleaning in earnest.

You are finished with your tasks late enough that it's early, and are woken a few paltry hours later to clean some of the guest rooms.

You go about your business, changing sheets and righting upturned tables, eventually reaching the final room in the hall. It is in your sleep-deprived stupor that you fail to notice a 'DO NOT DISTURB sign lying on the ground, seemingly having fallen off of the door at some point.

You enter, the door creaking gently as you do, to see... well, to see a hell of a sight. The bed is an utter wreck, with most of the pillows halfway across the room and one of them stuck in the rafters, a table has fallen over, several paintings are in the completely wrong place, and there's a naked woman covered in sweat, squirt, and cum lying face-down ass-up on the bed, shivering and moaning softly to herself. You vaguely recognize her as Lady Arnoult, one of the more... uppity attendees of these parties, who's gotten some magical work done to give her giant tits, a larger ass, and a somehow even larger ego. Looking at her for a moment longer reveals that her asshole and pussy have both been gaped rather wide and have steady streams of jizz trickling out of them, coming out stronger as she instinctively contracts. Turning your gaze to the right, towards the balcony, reveals a familiar green-skinned woman, now nude and scowling at you.

"Chk. Did you not read the sign, istik?"

She spits at you, before her eyes track down to the sign on the ground behind you.

"...Hm. That is fair, I suppose."

She turns to face you, revealing a very large dick hanging between her legs. Despite being soft, it's a solid 9 inches long to your estimate.

"I suppose you are here to clean. Be quick."

You set about cleaning, but you don't get far before the Gith lets out a noise of realization.

"I suppose you cannot clean if she is there."

With that, she unceremoniously drags Lady Arnoult off of the bed and into the bathroom, leaving her the same position, leaking and moaning. She reaches for a dresser, grabbing a bag and fishing out a single gold piece, flicking it at the spent woman with a scoff.

"Not entirely worthless, istik. But I have tasted far better. Take this pittance, it suits your worth."

She closes the door and turns to watch you clean, a perpetual scowl still on her face, though you notice it far less harsh than the one she gave to the noblewoman. You've just started to make the bed when she speaks again.

"Vin'isk. The last one left me unfulfilled, a mere appetizer. You may be something more fulfilling."

She walks closer to you, her cock beginning to come to life, throbbing hypnotically, the balls dangling beneath it seeming to churn with seed despite how much see seems to have dumped into Lady Arnault (as well as everywhere else in the room.)

"Any who meet my... hidden blade, shall we say, leave thoroughly satisfied. A large-headed bimbo such as her had no hope of satisfying me, but a plainer, simpler sort such as yourself has the potential."

Her cock is now fully erect, somehow having gotten a fair shake bigger than it was soft.

"In any case, you will earn a pittance of your own, certainly a larger one. I have little use for riches anyway."

She takes another step closer, now a mere cock's-length away.

"Speak. Do you accept?"