Lords will be Ladies!

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

"What in the Blue Hell are you talking about? If it's not too much touble, could you please try to use standard common? I don't speak hint or innuendo particularly well, and my entendre is a bit rusty as well. I mean, 'Hotspur'?! 'Butch', I think I've finally figured out, and I'm not quite that type of woman's woman. And just how badly have I been insulted by that 'stout' remark?" I shook my head. "I am way beyond confused in this conversation." I smiled to take any sting out of my words, but I really was getting confused by her slang.

I grabbed one pawn of each color, cupping them in my hands. I swapped them back and forth a few times, then held my hands out. She gestured to my left hand, and I overturned it to reveal a red pawn. I pushed the reds across to her, and set up the white on my side. I didn't even wait for her to finish setting up; I simply moved the Queen's pawn forward two, my standard opening.

 

[THEBRAT]

LittleWart

Trychaea I would gladly aid you in anything that you would want from me to do for you!

I can think of somethings that are best done behind closed doors that would make even your sweet face blush I consider you to be the most Beautiful person in this town!

For now let me lift these boxes out of the way for your Sweet Lovely Self!

Then you can tell me in what other kind of way that you want me to do a service for you have only to ask and it wll be yours Sweet Trychaea!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(IS this bad boy still on? Im in the mood for some major fun... )

 

[Isolde]

Cole Corinson

OOC: Come on in, Rolland. Most of us seem to be in the inn.

IC: Feeling the effects of the liquor, Cole decided it was time for some food so he ordered some stew and bread and, when it arrived, dove into the meal with gusto.

He found the fare edible and even a bit tasty and definately better than trail rations. It also took the edge off the whiskey and he soon begin to feel his head clear a bit. Which was fortunate because he hated not having a clear head. It could only mean trouble and, possibly, death.

 

[mfucker]

Graham Spencer:

Seeing that all the merchandise was in order, I decided to visit the inn. The one place that could remind me of the old me.

As I approached the small little cosy place, the familar whiff of smell filtered into my nose. It made me feel warm, and feel like myself again.

Entering through the front, I see that my favourite table is empty. I smile.

 

[HippieChick]

Trychaea

Beauty...what did he know of her beauty? She kept almost all of her body covered in her loose cloak. Only her hands and her face were visible, and shadows always hid her features. He must really be looking for something extra today.

If only he knew her true nature, it would be he who was blushing. Perhaps he would after tonight. She'd never had a dwarf before. The difference in height was astounding. She could have sat on his head and still kept her feet on the ground.

But the dwarves did hold a certain appeal. They seemed so misproportioned at first glance, but when she watched one at work, it was clear that there was no mistake in their form and design.

Little Wart's muscles rippled as he picked up a stack of boxes. Judging by the way he strained, Trychaea figured that her supernaturally enhanced strength exceeded his own but not by much. Watching him show off did make it difficult for her to think objectively. Idly, she wondered if the rumors about his people's endowments were true.

When he looked her way, she smiled a smile both demure and naughty. Yes, he would get what he desired and perhaps more.

The table was the last to be settled onto the wagon. This, she handled herself.

"If you'd like to accompany me, I had planned on making a stop a couple of miles out of town..." A couple of miles out of town in my direction was in the middle of the forest, and she was sure Little Wart knew that.

 

[Neale]

Nara had used the powers granted her as a priestess of Mask to disguise herself as a blowsy brunette of epic sexual proportions. The meeting tonight was important, and she did not wish there to be any possiblity of her being linked to it publicly. Her socialite image was annoying to maintain, but very, very secure.

When she heard the expected knock at the door, she still did not break her impersonation, calling out "Come on in, Stud, I'm ready for you."

The door opened, and a heavily cloaked Drow entered the room. His face was hidden in darkness, but her god was the master of such things, and she was readily able to see that the dark elf was somewhat surprised at her greeting and subsequent appearance. He closed the door behind him, and she activated a spell to throw off any sort of spying, magical or otherwise. Anyone short of Elminster or the Simbul trying to eavesdrop upon them by any means would only see two people rutting wantonly.

As the spell took hold, she dropped her own disguise, revealing herself to her visitor.
"I expect you are Zariel Nailo? I am Nara Wyvernspur. I've been expecting you." She smiled a cold smile at him. Once her disguise was abandoned, she was revealed to be dressed in serviceable leathers and a cloak, with a small symbol of Mask on a chain about her neck.

"Our superiors in Zhentil Keep speak highly of you, Master Nailo. We have much work here, in order to secure this town as the next point in our advances towards Waterdeep and the west. You've not been here long, I believe. Do you need any assistance from me, or our people? At the moment, I have no specific plans, but I would welcome any ideas you might have."

She poured them both a glass of wine, careful to move slowly, to ensure he saw that she was drinking from the same source he was, and sat back in a chair by the bed.

 

[BadForm]

Reidrann Mossadin

"Stout should not offend you. It simply means courageous of spirit, bold and hardy. As to butch," Reidrann smiled slightly as she matched the queen's pawn opening. "Yes, I think you may have worked that one out. Hotspur is a brash and rash warrior, and, my friend, given your reaction to my gentle teasing, I would say it fits."

She chuckled softly, gazing once more into those mysterious eyes.

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

I shook my head as I noted her move.

"Rash? Not me. Brash, however, is something of a necessity for a Knight. Especailly if that Knight is a she." I moved the King's pawn forward one, and wondered how this game would progress. Too soon to guess, but I smiled at her over the board. "How about a little wager on the game? The loser does... The winner, gets done." I grinned at the look on her face.

 

[BadForm]

Reidrann Mossadin

Reidrann smiled softly. "Now there is something you hear not often from a knight... although that merely means you are more honest than most of those who would bed a whore at evenmass. Now, the question is... would I prefer to win, or to lose when that is the offer?"

She moved her Queen's Knight to Queen's Bishop 3. "After all, there is as much pleasure in the giving of pleasure as the receipt. The one who receives is but a passive recipient, while the one who gives is truly in control of the game."

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

Grin still in place, I move the King's Bishop behind the Queen's pawn.

"Are you sure? The recipient, is, after all, the focus, the object. Control? Depends more on the participants, and the game."

 

[THEBRAT]

LittleWart

What I see is not your outer Beauty but your inner Beauty that shines through your very expersive eyes Trychaea!

As I work and looked at My Beautiful one.I could start to feel a stirring in my loins as my cock began to grow to its full length & width.Not many Woman could take all of my Bigger than Normal Cock!

If Woman could take all of My Cock that Woman would have to be Trychaea.

Yes I would love to go with you any where in the world even to My Death My Beautiful Trychaea!

 

[BadForm]

Reidrann Mossadin

"Ah, such thinking I would not expect from a military strategist... Surely enough, the object is the thing which is claimed. The one who does the claiming certainly has control - for it is in their power to give and to deny. A touch, applied one way, caresses that spot that drives a person to irresistible orgasm, delivered another way, removes the impending peak, to prolong the agony of delay."

She drew a draught from her tankard and moved her kings pawn forward two spaces. "So, how daring are you, lady knight? Would you care to extend this game to clothing sacrifices on piece loss? I understand the innkeep here has... lax rules regarding dress. And after all, the challenge of a chess game IS to MATE."

 

[HippieChick]

This Little Wart was certainly something. Inner beauty... expressive eyes... ha. But her need was immediate. It had been several weeks since her last encounter. Soon it would become difficult to control her demonic impulses.

She climbed onto the cart and picked up the two horses' reigns. It was a high step, so Trychaea extended her hand to help him up. Perhaps he could have climbed up on his own, but this spared him some lost dignity. His grip was very strong, but she made sure hers was tighter. The dwarf settled down very close to her, with his leg touching hers.

Smiling at him, she flicked her wrist, and they were off.

 

[THEBRAT]

Little Wart

I thank you for helping me into your Wagon Trychaea to me you are the most Beautiful person that I have ever seen in my life!

It does not matter to me that you keep yourself covered up.Because I have seen you without Clothes on in my Minds Eye and what I have seen is Beauty beyond compare Trychaea your Beauty enthrols me!

I have never said things like this to any other Woman My Lovely One.

What have you done to me!I have always just taken what I wanted maybe it is because we are both different from our people.Trychaea you hold a special place in my Heart!

Will you do me the great honor of becoming my Bride?

 

[HippieChick]

Trychaea

His bride? Perhaps he wasn't so full of it. Or perhaps he was just smoother than she'd thought at first. Of course the thought of accepting his offer never once crossed her mind.

Trychaea guided the cart off to the side of the road and stopped behind a large clump of trees where it couldn't be seen. She jumped off the cart and tied the horses to a tree. Before Little Wart had a chance, she stood before him. As he stood on the cart, he was actually at eye-height in front of her.

She leaned forward and kissed him, letting her hand slide to his crotch. Trychaea was not a subtle woman when the urge came over her.

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

I shook my head.

"Too unfair. I have the advantage of you, in the clothing department, I think." I thumped my breastplate. "Twenty-three interlocking pieces of steel, over double mail, to be precise." I grinned. "Despite my love for the game, though, my chess playing is so poor that it is unlikely I will end the game with a stitch on." That said, I moved my Queen's knight to the space in front of the Queen and behind the bishop. I also pretended to be oblivious to the glaring mathematical error; even If I lost every piece on the board, I'd still have at least my chainmail and greaves left.

(OOC: It'll be a month or more if we play this game out move by move. Did you want to decide a winner beforehand, and pick the pace of the game up?)

 

[BadForm]

Reidrann Mossadin

OOC: That really depends on when (game time) Neale wants to start the adventure proper. If that evening in the tavern, we're better off being interrupted in the middle of the game (right there on the spot), if the next day, then sure... lets get to the action.

IC: Reidrann smiled. "That is no problem. Firstly, jewellery and individual chain links don't count. Secondly, clothes which are really attachments, such as my shin guards being part of the trousers, and your sleeves being part of the tunic, are removed as part of the major item. Finally pairs of things, such as boots, gloves, etc, are removed as one item. At least, thats always been the way I've played any of the strip games I've been involved in."

She studied the board momentarily and then moved her kings knight to kings bishop 3, ensuring nothing was taken before a decision was made on making this a game of strip chess.

"As to your being naked, sweetness, I myself am not the best chess player around..."

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

I looked around the room. There were very few people here I wanted seeing me even partly nude, but I'd kicked enough jeering asses in here, that all any of them would try was leering. The sulking black-haired guy who'd hunted down the best tactical position in the tavern before settling down to nurse a bottle of some hard liquor was an unknown, as were the princess and her retinue. The Drow had talked to the shaking guy at the foot of the stairs, and at least I now knew why he was so nervous. The Elves of the Underdark had an entirely earned nasty reputation, though there were soma examples of more social Drow. That one religious sect to the southwest, for example, and the near-legendary Drizzt. This fellow hadn't given me cause to concern myself yet. I looked at the board.

"Oh, hell. I'll do it." I mirrored her King's Knight to King's bishop 3.

 

[BadForm]

Reidrann Mossadin

Reidrann grinned at the minor discomfort felt by the young knight at the prospect of being naked in public. She had felt like that herself, up until about the age of 16, when she had learned to use and enjoy sex in all its forms. Now, with her writing, she was profiting from it. She would write about anything sexual that happened to her, even the time when she had been captured by kobolds and ravished until she escaped... Actually, that had been one of her more popular books. The literati had screamed at the outrage, while almost all went out to buy it. All. Men and women. Reidrann had certain opinions about the minds of the rich, and the way that book had sold confirmed them for her.

She turned her attention back to the board, and smiled at the way the centre of the board was becoming such a site of contention. She considered taking the queen's pawn with her king's pawn. It was, probably, a losing move, but as she'd said, that did not bother her. However, she preferred another. She moved her kings pawn forward one, forking the knight and bishop. Again, it was not a particularly strong move, but could result in a mass of rapid exchanges.

 

[THEBRAT]

Little Wart

Trychaea has pulled the Wagon behind a grove of trees and jumped out to teether the horse to a branch of one of the trees.

As I look at My Lovely One I feel a throbbing in my Temples and in my Loins and a painful tightness in the crotch of my pants.

I am on eye level with Trychaea she leans in and kisses me and her hand goes to my crotch.She startes massaging my cock through my pants it seems impossible but my Cock is growing even larger than it ever has done before.

I groan into Trychaea's mouth as I buck into her hand I return her kiss with equal intensity of wanting her.I start to gently massage her Breasts and then as I become more excited I start Nipping & Biting at her Ear Lobes.

 

[HippieChick]

Trychaea

Trychaea's hood fell back, exposing her face completely. Her ears were clearly inhuman, but they certainly didn't identify her demon blood. They could have been indicative of some elf or fairy inheritance. Her wings were still unexposed, and she intended to keep them that way for as long as possible.

As Little Wart continued to kiss and caress her, Trychaea suppressed the urge to growl in pleasure. Instead, she forced it into a more human moan.

She could feel his cock stiffening in her hand. Apparently the rumors were true. At least for Little Wart, anyway. Her hand descended between his legs and cupped his balls. She traced one long fingernail around them and up the underside of his shaft. When she reached the head, she gave it a flick and reached into his trousers to free the dwarf's manhood.

Using my other hand, I lifted my robe to my waist on one side and put one foot on the cart. I guided his hand to the inside of my thigh and left it there, to see if he would get the idea.

 

[Imoen]

Zariel Nailo

Zariel eyed the woman in front of him suspiciously as her disguise lifted revealing her true identity.

"NaraWyvernspur?" His tone held a note of derision as he eyed her slight form. "I expected someone a bit more... Shall we say, substatial?" He pushed his cloak back, exposing the long locks of pure white hair. His eyes adjusted to the loss of shadows as his gaze raked over her form. Very pleasing to the eye if one was attracted to the fairer race. His roving eye took in the amulet around her neck, A priestess of Mask?! He nearly laughed in spite of himself. Ridiculous! She couldn't be no more than a few decades old. What an insult! He growled under his breath as he allowed his thoughts to wander. If she was to be his liasion with the Zhentarim, they obviously thought little of him and his efforts. A mistake that they would soon rectify he thought grimly.

Completly ignoring the offer of wine, his husky whisper carried easily across the room. "I have grown to be very self-sufficient, in my time in the surface world. If I should need something, priestess... I will tell you."

 

[THEBRAT]

Little Wart

I Groan My Beautiful Trychaea I know what you want there is no need to entice me!

I put my hand on you and start to gently massage your sex with my fingers.Going into your pussy slow & faster I find your clit and start rubbing it and flicking it with my fingers.

I want more than to just finger your Sweet pussy I want to make Trychaea Growl for her release as I also want to feel and taste your sweet nectar on my Face and Tongue!

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

I scowl at the board. Already forced into sacrificing one of my back rankers. For a pawn. I shook my head. this game was as good as lost if either my bishop or knight fell, and damnit, that's exactly what was about to happen.

Wait. A rarely used rule, but one that would save my more powerful pieces. I moved my Queen's pawn diagonally into my king's row, behind her pawn, capturing it en passant. The look on her face was one of slight confusion.

"I never thought I'd get a chance to use that rule." I said, carefully not showing just how happy I was to remember it.