Another Mis-Adventure (Closed)

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The Crimson Lioness's demand, along with the attentive (but now docile) crowd, bolstered Jacob's pride still further. Guided by the barbarians tugs at his hair he raised himself off of his knees, lining up his prick to her sopping sex. But he didn't just stuff it in her, parting those lips with his thick shaft as she no doubt wanted. Instead he was going to tease her a little, performing for the crowd and making her lust even more. The nervousness that had been a relatively new experience for him was now forgotten in his, rather likely false, sense of security. And so he rested his hot prick between her spread thighs, directly atop her quivering core, the head lined up with that tuft of red hair. As he leaned over her, looking down at that taut stomach and those jade eyes, he pressed the length of his shaft, throbbing slightly, against her.

"Whatever would I fuck you with?" his eyes sparkled as he toyed with the Lioness, the very phrasing of the action indicative of the riskiness of the ploy. The heat of her moist secretions called to him, her thick desire already slickening his shaft. But he wouldn't give in just yet, instead distracting himself by caressing her soft ample breasts. Holding a nipple up to his mouth he leaned in and ran his tongue around it, flicking it softly between loops. His growing need was betrayed by his slow grinding, rubbing his prick into her lips, completely coating himself with her honey.

Finally he pulled back, and lined his thick shaft up to her silky entrance. Gently, he put in just the tip, thrusting back and forth. The action forced her lips open, just slightly, then let them close again. As he repeatedly forced his head into her slick passage her grinned down at her, "If this isn't what you wanted you might have to show me." Gods he wanted to shove all of his needy cock inside of her; to feel all of her heat squeezing around him. But he wanted her to make the motion, to force her to show how much he made her need.

 

[HotKittygirl]

She watched as the young man rose from his knees upon the dusty floorboards, there was no denying the shuffling crowd packed into the tiny hallway. For now they seemed tamed by Mae’s threats, but who knew how long such idle threats would last on such a large and obviously drunken crowd?

Those jade orbs reflected the dim light of the room brilliantly, setting them ablaze with her obvious desires. She leaned back slightly, enough to accommodate his presence upon the bed while keeping those toned thighs spread. She was far from a passive lover, laying on her back and expecting the other in the situation to do all the work. As soon as she felt that heated, rigid shaft press against her Mae released a feral hiss, her fingers curling into the sheets as her hips ground up against him. Her passions her thick and quickly coated him, his teasing only ensuring that he was thoroughly drenched even before he pressed forth. Yet as he teased, those brilliant jade orbs darkened considerably. The grin that had laid upon that beautiful visage all but disappeared. Had he pushed too far with the barbarian? After all, she was the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve and even then they seemed to change with the direction of the wind. Her frame shifted once more upon the bed as he gained entrance with that thick crown, forcing her to relent to accept the girth, yet those inner muscles were quick to clamp down upon him even then, seemingly trying to force him out.

“Do I got to show you everything?” She growled the words, her voice low and throaty, with a certain hint of venom behind those words. “I don’t think you can handle it...I just might crush you before you even hilt...” Still she moved, those long, toned legs moving with a grace most humans did not possess. Her weight was shifted onto her hands, which were braced against the bed underneath her as she lifted her lower frame entirely from the bed. With that almost elven style of grace she hooked her legs over his shoulders, keeping her pace slow to ensure he did not slip from that hidden treasure. Only when she was sure that her legs were securely upon him did she allow her lower half to rise, using his frame to push off of. It was then that she began to move, those shapely hips rocking to the right in a curious fashion, only to drive down against Jacob’s engorged member with a left-ward twist. Her pace was still brutally slow, just as his teasing had been moments ago. She corkscrewed that lush frame down over his shaft, inch by greedy inch consuming him in that unforgiving heat that constricted nearly to the point of pain. Already Mae released another feral groan as he penetrated her, that beautiful visage contorting with pleasure as she lost herself; a truly dangerous prospect...

 

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With the disappearance of Mae's grin, Jacob question his decision for a moment. Was she so angry at his teasing that she'd hold a grudge? He only sought to raise her arousal yet further, attempting to extract yet more honey from her sweet lips. He continued to press, barely letting the head cross her tight boundary, but maybe he could go in further and feel that pleasure further up his shaft, feel her warmth wrapped around his crown. Watching her flushed lips part around his girth, he found his concentration focused on maintaining his small controlled thrusts, maintaining a painfully slow pace, feeling his shaft grow yet even more engorged.

The Lioness's growling surprised Jacob out of his intense focus, his eyes flitting to her face. Then she began her movement, arching her back, causing her magnificent breasts to arch away from her body. This motion, of course, caused his eyes to leave her face and rest upon those soft mounds. Swaying slightly with her motions, betraying their malleability, those breasts called for his hands. As Mae stretched her legs over his shoulders, he reached around to hold her flesh in his hands, wrapping his thumbs beneath, his palm aside. Her shift of weight caused him to start briefly, but once he realized her intention he felt himself pushing his pelvis ever so slightly forward, seeking more of her. Those tortuously slow twisting motions that followed, driving herself onto him, were fair game for his own teasing. Thankfully though, Mae's motions led to his prick going deeper each time, leading to feeling her heat completely engulfing his throbbing member.

Jacob continued to meet her thrusts, pulling himself forward using her breasts, moaning into her leg at his neck. He nipped at it with his teeth, needing something to occupy his face, distract him from her tight passage gripping him as he slid in and out of her. Eventually, the need for more leverage forced his hands down further, pulling her shapely hips with their dark tattoos tight to his groin. The additional force caused slapping noises to create a rhythm, following opposite Jacob's grunts. The pleasure inside him continued to grow, his pre-cum adding to the lubrication inside her, as his shaft throbbed even harder, threatening to explode. But he wasn't yet ready to give in, he wanted to feel her toned body and skin rubbing against him for as long as possible. Wanted to feel her body quaking against him as she lost herself.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Those more than ample breasts were a tempting display in this position no? Mae’s back was fully arched, placing her weight into her movements while her toned legs kept her in the correct position. The flimsy bed that shared their combined weight rocked and the groan of wood against wood resounded with each movement they made. She did not relent until she felt her hips press flush against his abdomen, that impressive girth hilted with that undeniably tight sheath. The temperature of the room felt like it rose several degrees with each passing moment. Mae’s frame shimmered as perspiration beaded upon her silken flesh, her crimson mane clinging to her brow as she tilted her head forward to observe Jacob. She undulated her hips against his own for several brief moments, twisting her hips left and right only to cause him to rack against her inner walls in a different fashion each time. Her breath came in gasps, low and grunting as she fought to maintain control (at least of herself). Yet as his hands slid from her bosom, causing them to jostle in their release, she felt them clasp down upon her hips. Ah how quickly the pace began, a brutal and unrelenting erotic dance that brought their frames crashing down against one another with each passing second. The slick, wet sound of their coupling resounded about the cramped, small room with each thrust, accompanied by Mae’s almost animalistic groans of passion. Those jade orbs lay half-way open, gleaming with a feral radiance of lust.

All too quickly she felt another tremble overtake her body, one that she did not wish to falter. Those toned legs tensed and she lifted herself further, only to bring her lower half crashing back down against him. She began to ride that shaft, her entire frame convulsing as she slammed down with her full strength.

“Ahhgn! Fuck...yes...Right there...harder..fuck...fuck me harder!” She all but snarled the words, throwing her head back in a howl of ecstasy as she felt a wave of climactic release wash over her. There was no denying the trickle of her passions that became a wave itself, washing out over his shaft, down over his sac and over their thighs, only causing the sound of their joining to increase as well; a wet, sharp slap of flesh against flesh driving the barbarian further.

 

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Feeling her trembling beneath him forced Jacob to thrust more heatedly, soaking in the sensation of her velvety passage quivering around him. Her motions were so forceful that had doubts as to whether he was adding any force to their fucking, she seemed to be pulling herself onto his shaft with more than enough power for the both of them. He tried anyway, timing his pushing to her pulls, his arms tight with the stress of his hands clamping around her hips. Powerful sensations were building within him, bringing him ever so close to the brink. In fact, it was rather surprising that he was still going; his previous experience not predicting quite so much endurance. But continue he did, sweat trickling from his forehead and down his cheeks, heavy breathing interspersed with various moans and grunts. Oh and those breasts, those now rapidly bouncing breasts, abused now only by their harsh motions, kept his blue eyes entranced.

When the Lioness demanded more of him, he attempted to give it, but simple thrusting could only go so far. His motions were as in-sync with hers and as hard as he could manage, his arms pulling silky folds against him as hard as they could. So he released his grip from her hips and instead placed one arm across her thighs, adding to her leverage into him, and grabbed a firm cheek with a hand from the other. He couldn't take much more of this, this feeling of her enveloping him so tightly, of her literally dripping around him, down him. Something had to break; either they would have to change position, and let him slow down, or he was going to explode, inside of her, on her, wherever he happened to be pointed at that moment of release.

So intense was his focus he failed to notice that members of the crowd from beyond the door had trickled into the room, some of them now rubbing themselves to the show before them. An audience was one thing, but the room was small, forcing the onlookers nearly on top of the adventurer and the barbarian. Seeing that they had yet to be noticed by the occupied couple some of them had even revealed their pricks of various colors and sizes to the open air, stroking them with abandon, nearly as focused on the events occurring in front of them as Mae and Jacob.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae wouldn’t have noticed if the King of the country had marched in with his entire entourage at the moment. A second wave of release had been felt and all but consumed her wholly. Any rational thought she might have normally experienced was replaced by mind-bending ecstasy. How that magnificent frame tensed and trembled, shuddered and jostled with each savage thrust she delivered, only to be met with the equally strength of Jacob. Ah, she had expected a meek little boy to cow and ravish; yet he was an experienced lover of surprisingly endurance. How he resisted the honeyed warmth of that undeniably tight sheath was beyond her, though Mae was taking full advantage of it while she could. Even as she felt the fire within her loins building once more, along with the almost painful burn of her used muscles she did not relent. No…it was coming all over against, the pleasure building and swelling within her frame. She wanted to shift positions, to throw herself into his lap and ride him to the heavens, yet those strong muscles were rigidly stuck in their place, no, she couldn’t stop, she would not be denied her pleasure!

“Fuck!” She cried out again, her head tilting back fully, her back arched to its utmost, those ample breasts jostling forcefully with each thrust that was delivered. The very position was curious and awkward to say the least, though there was no denying the force behind each thrust, how their frames simply slapped wetly against the other. Another jerk, another feral cry and those inner muscles clamped down sharply upon the boy’s shaft, another wave of honey thick passions. Mae rode the pleasure with relish, another series of feral curses and cries resounding past her lips as she was further consumed by her passions. Her mind thought of nothing else, not her lover’s approaching release, or the thick shafts being so heatedly stroked so very close…

 

[cliss]

Mae's cries, curses, spasms and clenching grew to be too much for Jacob, who by all rights should not have still been going in the first place. He wanted to pull Mae on and off of his throbbing, veiny shaft like she were weightless, like she were just a fuck-toy to be pounded. Of course, her gorgeous curves had muscles of their own, but in their current position it was easy for his pleasure-addled mind to pretend and he carried on accordingly, hammering into her with all of his attention focused on her oozing tight passage. Feeling her clamp down on his girth yet again finally drove him over the edge, forcing his body to spasm as his hips broke rhythm, attempting to move faster than they were able.

Wheezing, "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck," Jacob painfully pulled himself out of the Lioness's clamping muscles, rubbing his nearly purple rod tightly against her soft lips as he spasmed. His prick jerking in space as he sent spurt after spurt of thick come onto her stomach, her groin. Most of his expulsions however, coated her red, flushed vulva, smeared between them as he pushed yet again against her. All of the lust fueled energy within him left, and he deflated against her, his head resting comfortably between her soft breasts, his hands at her sides. It was likely he would have stayed prone against her form had he been given the choice. But his rest was quickly interrupted by the warm spray of semen upon his back, semen that was most certainly not his.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The brutal rhythm came to an unexpected end, causing Mae to gasp sharply in surprise as the boy changed the pace and simply broke it altogether. Those jade orbs flickered open fully; dull with the pleasure that coursed through her entire frame. Her chest heaved, breath coming in shallow gasps that simply could not find enough air to fill her lungs. That tanned flesh shimmered in dim light, perspiration clinging to her frame entirely. So radiant, ah but Jacob added his own glinting seed to that frame, coating her lower frame in burst after burst of that silvery release. She felt it pelt her frame, hitting her flesh and causing her to gasp at the intense heat. She squirmed and shivered at the sensation, the pleasure still tingling through her with each rapid beat of her heart.

It was lucky that he had withdrawn when he did. As impressive as those sleek muscles were, they could not hold out much longer. Mae collapsed onto the bed with a groan, her legs relaxing and her frame slid onto the bed fully. She felt him simply collapsing against him, his head resting against her chest, nestled against those ample breasts. One hand weakly slid up, finding his head, ruffling his hair for a brief moment, at least until she felt him tense. Those jade orbs fluttered open weakly, only to find the group that had been lingering in the hall now literally surrounding the bed. More than a few had taken the next step and actually started pleasuring themselves, only to follow after the couple in seeking their release. Silken lips parted at the sight, as if to say something yet nothing human came from them. The ground literally shook as she released a bellowing roar of challenge to the drunken crowd. Jacob’s frame was shoved violently aside as the strength returned to Mae’s frame.
“You drunken fucks!” She snarled as she lashed up, both hands outstretched as she snatched a hold of a pair of testicles in each hand. Her forearms tensed as she squeezed with all her might, twisting and jerking her hands until each man turned blue in the face and simply passed out with a pitiful mewl. “I’m going to rip off your fucking cocks and shove them down your gods damned throats! C’MERE!!!”

By the time she leapt from the bed (far more awkwardly than she intended) the crowd had disappeared into the night, the thundering of their feet echoing down the hallway and stairs. She glared at the doorway with those wild eyes, her nostrils flared and her visage contorted in anger. Yet, it was over before it really started. She stood there for a few short moments before finally moving, releasing a grunt of disappointment before she turned towards the bed and simply collapsed onto it rather ungracefully.

“Hmmphf,” She muttered weakly, her face half buried into the sheets. “Be useful and roll those sacks of crap out of here before they start stinking the place up…”

 

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Jacob's post-orgasm reverie was destined to be short lived. Just as he nestled himself in her ample chest he found himself thrown from her as she attacked two of the onlooking men. Her accuracy and efficacy would have been frightening to Jacob, had he not been so momentarily dazed. Instead all he experienced was the blur of Mae's motions, her snarl of anger, and then two small thumps as the two men collapsed in pain. The remaining members of the crowd fled with surprising speed, removing themselves from the room before the Lioness's growling form could reach them.

Pulling himself up from the floor near the bed, Jacob heard Mae's weakly given order. He looked to the two men, their members still hanging from their open clothes, and shrugged. He dragged them both out the door without decorum, though he did pay heed to not damaging their scrotums further, leaving them shoulder to shoulder on their backs in the tight hallway. The door closed with a little effort, its hinges complaining slightly, and it latched shut with a little push.

After turning from the door, Jacob got his first chance to admire the Crimson Lioness's form from afar, at least, he got to admire her backside from afar. The taut muscles of her legs led up to the two firm cheeks of her ass, her still flushed lips peeking barely below. Muscles in her back begged to be traced with a finger, their intricate overlay subtly visible. Jacob stepped forward and kneeled behind her prone form, placing light kisses up the backs of her legs. Softly massaging her rump, he moved his kisses to the back of her inner thighs, making them let lighter as he did so. He didn't wish to start things over again, though his member was beginning to think it was a good idea. Something about the power and pleasure of their screwing, and perhaps a little hero worship, made him want to feel her skin beneath his lips. Knowing how sensitive those parts of her would be, he just lingered, hovering behind her thighs. His muscles though soon caught up to him and he stretched up to join Mae in lying on the bed, his semi-rigid shaft forgotten as his eyes closed.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The view of the Crimson Lioness sprawled upon her stomach was nothing short of magnificent. If that impressive bust had drawn the attention of all that beheld them that pert derriere was just as stunning. While taut and toned, there was no denying the sinful, rounded curve that made one want to simply reach out and grasp it, or perhaps see if they could bounce a gold piece off of it. Mae truthfully had no idea she was being watched nor did she care. Her only movement had been to snatch up a pillow to smash her face against, fiery bangs falling out over those closed eyes and doing well to conceal most of her face. Yet her frame reacted beautifully to his affections, that backside tensing and wiggling slightly before she let out an annoyed whine. His lips caused her to shiver from the light touch, causing her to wiggle once more in an attempt to get away from that delicate touch.

Her entire frame was overly sensitive at the moment, still tingling with the after-pleasure that would not abate easily. Despite the rush of anger that she had displayed only moments ago, Mae already seemed to be drifting off into the welcome arms of sleep. Yet as he moved, his muscles finally relenting, the barbarian began to stir lightly. With a soft murmur she began to move, that tempting frame stretching upon the mattress, her toes going so far as to curl. With great effort she pushed up from the bed, only to roll onto her side facing Jacob. Lazily she peered at the boy, seemingly half asleep as she smacked her lips before a full-fledged yawn drifted past her lips.

“What’s your name again…” She muttered dumbly and perhaps for the first time displaying a certain lack of commonsense, or perhaps concentration. “I remember you sayin’ something before you shoved it in…where’d you learn to fuck like that?” She all but purred the words, a satisfied, if smug smirk of a smile drifting back out over her lips.

 

[cliss]

Now, normally Jacob's confidence would be crushed when a woman forgot his name, but in this case he couldn't clearly remember if he had told it to her or not, the memory lost in the build up of sexual tension. So instead he just sighed contentedly as he rolled onto his side and turned his face to hers, admiring the way her red hair formed around her face. He reached a hand out and started to play with her locks, watching how it moved under his fingers and how soft it felt on his fingertips.

"I'm Jacob," he said, "and it has been ever so nice to meet you Mae." Pursing his lips, he thought about her second question. He continued to stroke her hair as he contemplated, he'd always just thought of himself as good. There was no moment in his mind, or thing that he did that made him that way. Eventually coming to something, he added, "I'm not sure where or how I learned it. Guess I just pay attention to the right things." Her jade eyes held his for awhile before he glanced down to his still slightly stiff member, "I've always had a bit more than normal, and was always getting chances to practice."

He turned onto his back, closing his eyes once more, "I guess I never had much luck in my adventuring so karma decided to make it up to me... and in this case, more than make it up to me. I'm thinking it may be time to give up guild work, chasing rats and finding cats with little to no chance of advancement. Non-guild adventures tend to be dangerous though. But I think the boredom might be more painful than a death at the hands of the creatures in the dark forest. Do you happen to need any help with whatever you're doing?"

 

[HotKittygirl]

The name sounded familiar, though it was a common enough name. Even as he went on those jade orbs were drifting closed and within a few moments she seemed to be asleep. It wasn’t until he finished that her nostrils flared and she let out a light snort.

“Hmmph,” She grunted, one eye slowly drifting open to peer at him through a veil of crimson. “Adventurin’ has more to do than fucking pretty women. We’ll see how you can handle that sword and maybe you can carry my backpack.” Her voice was low and gravely, holding the same sardonic tone she held when they first met. One hand slid up to bat away his hand, before she rolled over onto her other side her back now facing him.

“Now shuddap and lemme sleep,” She muttered through a yawn she did not try to stifle, letting out another snort as she nestled down into the bed and without another sound simply passed out. No doubt it would be hard to tell she was asleep, that was until the light vibrating snore began to rise from her. Truly a curious and confusing creature; on one hand she seemed overly cautious at first and then simply bedded the strange young man and was now sound asleep. No doubt he could rob her blind and live comfortably off just the coin in her purse. It was a risky gamble the barbarian took, though she did not think twice upon it. While Mae was a passionate, fierce warrior she was never know for her commonsense…

 

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After Mae removed his hand from her hair, Jacob too started to drift away. He heard her mumble some things. Something about adventuring and women. Idly, he thought about the possibility of taking her things while she slept. He could probably make a pretty fortune that way and be done with working for years. No doubt she would hunt him down though, and the pounding he would receive then would be nowhere near as pleasant as the one that just occurred. It then occurred to him that he should probably collect his things, on the chance that she might try to steal his items. She could live for a day, maybe, if she were really frugal three off of the things he had on him. Becoming too tired to care about the security of his possessions, Jacob's mind finally stopped being coherent and he too passed out.

Jacob woke up to the feeling of open air beneath his naked ass, then falling to the ground with a painful crash. Looks like Mae wanted him out of bed. Crawling, he went to the pile of his clothes and began putting them on in a daze. What was the rush? And had she decided to let him go with her? She'd made some sort of disparaging comment about carrying a backpack. Maybe that was an assent to follow.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae easily fell into a deep slumber, though that did not mean that was altogether a light sleeper. The sounds from below roused the barbarian as sure as the sun peaking through the blinds did. With the sleek grace of a feline she stretched those toned limbs, her mouth opening wide as she let out a low and throaty yawn. She rose from the bed a wild mess, her hair dishevelled and unruly, her frame reeking of the combined passions of them both. Without a word she dressed and assembled her gear, only to find the boy hadn’t moved an inch. Surely he heard her moving about? She wasn’t trying to be quiet, nor was she making more noise than she needed to. For a moment she stood at the side of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest and slender digits rapping upon her upper arms. Her armor and weapons were left with her backpack, if only to weight it down some. This left Mae without her normal attire, though this was easily fixed with a long sleeved tunic of black, clinging as greedily to those ample swells as did her armor.

She waited only a few short moments before unceremoniously ripping the sheets from the bed and sending his frame tumbling to the ground below.

“Get yer lazy ass up!” She bellowed, a lioness roar that shook the floorboards as they had the night past when she threatened the group with their lives. “Put some pants on and bring my gear downstairs. And hurry it up or yer getting a mouth full of loose teeth for breakfast!”

Her thick soled thumped heavily against the floorboards as she stomped off, slamming the door shut behind her with as much strength as she could muster.

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Mae sat at the same table that Jacob had found her the night before, though several plates were sitting in different states of disarray on the it. As he approached she was busily shoving the contents of one plate into her mouth, exchanging between eggs, toast, potatoes and other unidentifiable tidbits. The sound she made while consuming the feast was atrocious, as was the rather lewd burp that followed shortly afterwards. One hand slid out over her abdomen and patted it gingerly as she leaned back in her chair.

“Nothin’ like killin’ or fuckin’ someone’s brains out to work up an appetite,” She almost hummed the words, reaching for an half-empty mug of frothy milk which she consumed in several gulps. With another burp she sat the mug down and let her gaze settle upon him, those jade orbs filled with mirth and sparkling.

“So you ready for your first adventure?” She murmured lowly, the look upon that beautiful visage leading one to believe whatever she had in mind couldn’t possibly be good...

 

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Jacob struggled to pull himself off the ground and pull on his clothes, Mae's steps echoing off into the distance. Was it morning already? Pulling on his tight breeches and his blue tunic once again, his eyes then turned to the Lioness's gear. There it was, the big leather bag of it, plus her armor and weapons. Luckily his bag was light, so throwing it and his sword on first, he knelt and placed the straps of her backpack on his shoulder with the armor and weapons attached. The stairs were going to be a lot of fun, he could feel it already. Placing one step in front of the other, he left the small room.

He survived the stairs, barely, but if there were any mountains involved in where they were headed things might get dicey. Mae's greeting to him was a loud belch, pausing only for a moment after before continuing to eat, "Nothin' like killin' or fuckin' someone's brains out to work up an appetite."

Setting the bag down at the table with a thump, Jacob groggily nodded his head, brown hair bobbing slightly. He raised his hand, requesting a couple plates of his own and reached for the last of his silver. The plates were delivered, the money was exchanged and he began to eat just as ravenously as Mae, though his belching was rather subdued.

Mae's look as she asked him if he was ready was devious, her jade eyes nearly dancing. Jacob returned her gaze, eyebrows arched in concern, "Why? What have you got planned?" He was certain she was planning on using him, and not in the sort of way that he'd likely enjoy... or at least, if he did enjoy it in a sort of way that wasn't entirely safe or sane.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae put on her best shocked face, her brows arching and her nose wrinkling up as she tried her best.

“What’s that look for?” She said in a somewhat mocking tone, trying to keep in line with her horribly fake look. It didn’t last long and fell away with a sort of giggle mixed with a snort. Another forkful of eggs was stuffed into her mouth before she continued. “It’s not like I’m planning on tying you up and dangle you in front of a hungry dragon...well...not exactly.” She mused over her own saying for a moment, tapping the tip of her fork against her bottom lip before simply shrugging and going back to her meal with relish. Her tale began then, inbetween bites and drinks and pauses for breath.

“I’ll keep the story short for your benefit. You’re part of the Adventuring Guild, right? Well...use to be. Hang around with me for awhile and you’ll see those contacts disappearing quicker than you can say...well...something quick. Anyway, they aren’t the only guild around this place. Heard of the Wizard’s Circle? Same thing. Bunch of stuffy ol’ bastards wearing fluffy robes and jerking each other off in a circle...I don’t know exactly what they do, I’m no wizard.”

She seemed to go off topic for a moment and then drifted into silence as she all but licked her plate, only to shove it aside and start anew on another one. Only after a few more bites did she begin again as if she hadn’t stopped, or perhaps started the sentence in her head and was finishing it aloud.

“They got so much gold in there it’s coming out there ears. Lots of magic items too I’m sure. But the problem I always had was how to get in. They got some kind of...fuck I don’t know. Magic thingie that keeps people out unless they got some trinket. That’s where you come in....I want you to get us a few of them. Or at least distract a wizard or two and I can snag them. Now...before you get your panties all in a bunch I got a fool proof plan. One of those uppity up wizards has a...uh...apprentice? I guess they call it that. She’s a cute little thing. She likes to sneak out every now and then and hit the taverns. She’s bound to have what we’re looking for. So you find her, use your skills on her and we’re in. Or...” Mae paused, if only for the dramatic effect. “You can go back to killing rats...”

 

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The snorts emanating from Mae's nostrils as she ate, ravenously would be a generous term, did nothing to give Jacob confidence in his decision to follow the Lioness. Though he did have to admit, her licking of the plate made him think of that tongue put to other uses. After that errant thought he felt a little odd for getting aroused by the sight of a woman, even a woman as impressively formed as Mae, eating and snorting like a pig, even with gorgeous red hair, those eyes, those lips, those breasts. Cursing himself yet again, Jacob chose to stare at his plate instead.

When she began in on her tale of wizards and circle jerks, Jacob had to concentrate to make out words between gasps, gulps and grunts. With enough effort, he was able to piece it all together. She wanted him to steal a thingie from a cute little thing. In all honesty, it sounded like much more fun than hunting rats, if a little less honorable. And he was good at seduction, he'll he'd just seduced the Crimson Lioness, or she seduced him. He wasn't completely sure, but he knew how he'd choose to remember it. A couple more years and there wouldn't be any more doubt behind those blue eyes of his.

"Okay, I'm in. I'm all for finding cute young things in bars," he smiled at Mae.

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As Jacob stepped into the bar that Mae had indicated he noticed one thing in particular, every single guy in the bar was better dressed than himself. As a lowly adventurer he really never entered these upper crust sorts of places, the food always cost more for less and the people were snooty. He did have to admit though, the atmosphere was significantly cleaner than the Bleeding Goat Inn. The wooden tables were clean and waxed so thoroughly they shined even in the dim light. Though no one looked like they were having fun. All these people in their tight tunics with brightly colored ruffles. He doubt any of them had done any difficult work. He really doubted that any of them had spent a day chasing a cat through the sewers.

Looking through the crowds of men flashing too bright smiles and women tittering with dainty hands he thought he spotted a woman matching Mae's vague description.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The high class tavern was where one would expect in, in the nice part of the city. The Golden Cup drew a far different lot than the Bleeding Goat. Here well dressed men and women hobnobbed in outrageous attire, no doubt costing more gold than Jacob had earned all year. One might think that Mae had planned to set up the young man by sending him to such a play that was obvious out of his league, yet she had talked him up enough and given a few gold coins as well. She had said she’d keep an eye out for him as well, though exactly what that meant could be anyone’s guess.

The inside of the Cup was bustling with activity, though it was far from as boisterous as the Goat. And sitting at a table near the roaring hearth was the woman that Mae had described if only vaguely. Mae had stated she was an elf with dark hair, pale skin and purple eyes. The description was spot on though it really did nothing to capture the beauty of this woman. It was clear from the delicate, angular visage and upswept ears that she was of elven heritage, as were the almond shaped eyes of a vivid amethyst that almost seemed to shimmer with an inner radiance. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, those features were chiselled from pure marble; delicate, sweet and tempting. Her lips were full and colored an ashen gray. A thin circlet containing a single purple amethyst gem matching her eyes. Her frame was lithesome though one could not truly see it from the billowing black robes and cloak that adorned her frame, even her cowl was drawn up and partially concealed her raven mane, which was brushed and smoothed back into an intricate braid.

A large tome and half-empty wine glass sat upon the table before her; not another soul seemed to bother the achingly beautiful elf in the bustling tavern. Every now and then a young noble looked as if they were to walk up to her, though every time they lost their courage and simply melded back into the crowd. The woman herself seemed resigned to such, her shimmering gaze drifting over the large book before her lazily; as if she were expecting something else any minute to distract her.

Yet more than the occasional drunk nobleman was watching the beauty this night. From near the bar stood what was just another ravishingly beautiful aristocrat, a sleek yet elegant dress clinging greedily to that sinful frame. A shawl was drawn about proud shoulders and a fan all but hid her ravishing visage. Yet there was no hiding those jade orbs that seemed more intent upon the tavern room as whole than any one person.

 

[cliss]

The sight of the elf apprentice's face nearly made Jacob turn around and walk out of The Golden Cup. He was supposed to seduce her? Mae had given him some coin to buy food and drinks, but he doubted just buying someone looking like that a drink was going to get him the attention he needed to even speak a couple of sentences. It was the book near her hands that intimidated him the most. People who read things wanted to talk about what they read, and Jacob didn't read things.

Alcohol, he needed alcohol. Jacob stepped up to the bar and tried to see if he recognized anything they had to order, he knew he didn't want wine. As we was looking, seeing nothing, a man in a purple tunic of some sort of shimmering fabric with golden ruffles ordered a drink. Waiting for a bit, Jacob then repeated the same unfamiliar name, giving the tender a gold coin and expecting a drink and some change in return. One of the two was given to him. Jacob eyed the drink in its dainty glass, not believing any type of alcohol to be worth so much. Quaffing half in one gulp, he saved the rest to savor. He'd be damned if was going to spend another gold on a drink here.

The stuff worked quickly, on determination at least, and Jacob decided that enough was enough. This was either going to work or it wasn't. He wove his way through the crowd, a familiar calm in his head. Reaching the hearth, he took in those purple eyes from up close once for the first time. He wondered briefly if all Mae's missions required that he meet gorgeous women in black robes, but after briefly had passed he was to her table. He sat his half-finished drink of whatever down across from her wine and took a padded leather seat. Alright, he thought, now I just have to talk to her. He had even gone so far as to open his mouth before he realized that he nothing to say. His mind was blank. All of his normal lines forgotten. Panicked, he turned his chair to look out at the crowd, pretending that was his plan all along, drinking down another fair portion of his drink.

 

[HotKittygirl]

There was no denying the presence of another at her table, from the gentle click of the glass on the well-polished table, even the uneven breath of the stranger. Underneath the black cowl upswept ears perked lightly, before those shimmering purple orbs lifted towards Jacob. They held a cool gleam within, that beautiful visage drifting into a curious look.

“I believe you have the wrong table, stranger;” She spoke finally in a soft tone accented with a slight elven accent. It was obvious that the common tongue was not the native tongue of those dark hued lips, though she spoke it fluently enough. Her gaze lingered over the man before her, oddly dressed, at least for this tavern. He looks more like he belonged in one of the rough and tumble dives in the bad part of town. Yet more than his simple appearance, it was his demeanor that was out of place as well. “Perhaps you are in the wrong tavern…” She said calmly, her gaze drifting back to the tome at the table and idly flipping another page, well groomed and manicured nails of a black hue drifting over the ancient pages gingerly.

 

[cliss]

Now that she was speaking directly to him, Jacob had no hope of avoiding conversation. But being backed into a corner always seemed to work well for him and he did the best with what he had. "Well, I don't know that there's a right table for me in this bar. And since it sort of looked like the same was true for you I decided to take a seat," he gestured at the crowded areas of the bar, "What have you done to scare everyone away?" The drink was creating a fairly severe buzz in his head, but he plowed ahead anyway, perhaps the better for it, "And as for the right bar... I was told by a friend to come here and meet someone. I'm beginning to think it was a set-up."

The buzz was becoming overbearing in his head, making everything seem incredibly friendly. He stared at the elf's face for a little while, taking in her purple eyes and pale skin. The buzz prevented him from understanding that he was staring, though the drink seemed to have no effect on his speech or motor functions though. "You're beautiful. Do you mind me asking your name? And can you tell me what this drink was? I'm feeling rather strange." He brought his hand to his forehead, rubbing it slightly under his brown hair.