Pleasure Kingdoms: Second Attempt

[Khadgar]

Dreant Firebane

Dreant nodded, there was somethign about her voice that was disarming, like she was deliberatly trying to make him feel comfortable, somewhere's in the back of his mind thoughts of a trap surfaced, but he brushed them away.

still speaking hoarsly, but a little clearer he admitted to it. "i think i'll be alright. was hit in the back" *as he said this he twisted his body and cracked a few vertebrae along his spine, sighing in relief.

be suddenly realized what she had said.... go back, go back to the others. she was accepting him, not shunning him. he wasn't sure what to say.... so he didn't sday anything, he had learned that most pains go away in time, and didn't believe he needed any help, but going back meant meeting people.... for better or for worse, it was a risk he wanted to take.

Dreant furrowed his brows and leaned back a little on his haunches, looking up at the girl, speachless.

 

[katalynn]

Lavastine let out a little laugh as she watched him crack his back.

"Alright then, we stay for a bit longer. It will be interesting explaining you. But I am more than certain they will accept you."

She was enjoying the peace and quiet anyway. Was nice to get away of how everyone googly eyed over the other girls. Granted the guys were good looking enough, just something about them that she couldn't place.

Sighing, she stood up stretching, shaking her cloak out and repacking things into the bags.

"I also have some drink if you wish to have some.." Pulling out a canteen and offering it to him.

 

[NyghtRayne]

Logan

Logan had heard the cry of Eeve's name from Ritsuko, and being alert and on edge from the battle earlier, he headed that direction, thinking there was trouble.

It wasn't until he almost stepped into the clearing, that he saw the two of them. He stopped not having expected the scene before him. It took all he could do to pull himself away and leave them alone there, but he felt it was not his place to interrupt.

After watching but a few moments, he saw the two of them move out of the pool and lay together on the ground nearby. It was then he decided he needed to leave them be. He turned and made his way back to the camp, staying out of the firelight so no one would see his reaction to the scene he had just witnessed and ask him what was wrong with him.

He stayed in the shadows ahile trying to push the visions of the two lovely, naked women pleasuring each other. It was the first time he had seen anything like that and the eroticism of it, kept drawing the thoughts to the front of his mind. It was at times like this when he wished he hadn't been raised to beso proper, he guessed things would have been different if his father had been there to raise him.

He kept picturing what could have happened if he had made his presence known and those thoughts were often replaced with thoughts of what would probably have happened, as the girls had been interrupted and shocked by his presence.

It took him some time to get his thoughts and reactions under control, before he could enter the firelight and rejoin the others that were still sitting there.

 

[Khadgar]

Dreant Firebane

Dreant smiled, a shivering mix of happiness, and fear coursing through his body. meet the others, explain me.... he had no idea what to expect.

no, he did have an idea.... every time he had seen these people up close, they were hurting. on the battlefield, when was outside the in he heard screams comming from it. walking seemed to be the only time they could keep their hands away from each other. Dreant grimaced and though about it, trying to weigh his speed against their strength.

Dreant slowly accepted the caneteen, drinking a few gulps, his parched throat coming back to normal. in his odd voice he noded back. "thanks."

 

[Armphid]

Taren

Taren's ears were sharper that those of the humans around him, if not as preternaturally so as a true elf. He heard the two women splashing each other, then his face reddened as other sounds reached his half-elven ears. The boy Kevin was sitting by the fire, apparently lost in thought. Laramie was gloating over the crystals Zarl had offered her (Taren privately suspected she had taken more that one third), and Shizura was still tending to the wounded Zarl.

Taren rose to his feet, wincing as his cracked ribs protested the movement. Picking up the harness that held his shotels he walked down the fallen pillar that made a bridge from the plain below to the ruined tower in which they were staying. Other than the piles of discarded weapons, the plain was clear. The bodies of the monsters had crystalized hours ago. He strapped the harness back on, the tightness of the leather bringing another arc of pain from his injured chest.

He was trying to sort through the feelings that what he had overheard. There was embarrassment, as he would expect. There was also an obscure pain apart from his ribs. Taren sighed, reflecting on what he knew it to be. He was jealous and lonely. Ritsuko had fascinated him from the moment he saw her. Her grace, her courtesy, her remarkable skill had entranced him, her slender beauty touching his heart. He'd gotten a bad crush on her almost immediately. Her kind words to him had only strengthened that.

Taren pulled his blades free, starting through a few simple forms. His reaction was pure foolishness and he knew it. It was the most idiotic thing he could possibly feel. Yet there wasn't any denying it. He was strongly attracted to the samurai. He was jealous of Evee's ability to bond so quickly with Ritsuko, and even more envious that they had become lovers. Which had prompted the loneliness he felt. He really should be used to it. He'd spent his whole childhood being lonely in the middle of an elven city. Odd...he only felt lonely like this when he was among others. When it was just him and the wild...he felt fine.

Taren moved from one form to another, blades flashing in the moonlight. Maybe if he worked himself out hard enough, the emotions would subside. He didn't believe it for a minute, but perhaps if he kept telling himself that, it would happen.

 

[katalynn]

Lavastine noticed how he shivered slightly, it was hard to tell what he was thinking, or if it was from the cold. Or pain that he hid. The fire that they had made should warm him up. She wanted to ask him questions as to where he came from, how long he has been out and all that jazz. But, then only figured that everyone else would ask those same questions, so he may as well just answer all them at once.

"We should get going, they have a fire up there that will warm you. And also, I am sure someone will be looking for me... Less he's being tortured."

Letting out a small laugh at the thought. Zarl being healed from what has to be the most painful wound. She left with the mage girl throwing a huge fuss, demanding that he layed down so she can do her thing. Lavastine can only hope that Zarl will have full use of his wing again.

"I don't mean tortured in a bad way, he held a massive wound and our healing is going heal it. Either way, we should head back. This place isn't the safest of places."

Looking towards Dreant and smiled at him, waiting to see if he would follow after her.

 

[Khadgar]

Dreant looked around quickly, trying to spot these enemies she mentioned.... there were no men creatues, no orc creatures.... and thankfully no squirrels.... he didn't know what she meant by this place was not safe. he had slept here, and here wasn't much different than the places he'd slept for the past couple years, but he took her word for it.

he thought of who she could mean by someone being hurt badly. he had seen several people cut up, he knew she herself was hurt, the bat creature lost a wing.... looking down his let his fingertips trail slowlydown the membrane that ran along his arms. loosing the power of flight.

Dreant shook his head and walked over to the elf on all fours, getting there he stood, a strange comparison as his short crouch lifted to a tall being. he nodded and followed beside and just behind her, every now and then his more animalistic side bringin him to his fours, and then his human side lifting upright again.

 

[SwampThing]

Kevin tended to the fire, and brings hot tea to the wounded. The simple peasant is happy and nervous to be in such brave and powerful company. He beams sheepishly at Shizura and Logan.

"So, what's our next move? I mean, where will you go on to tomorrow?"
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Laramie fauned over her new crystals in the firelight, inspecting each for flaws, weight, and how well they match her eyes. The blond's full-elven ears were even sharper than Taren's, and she clearly heard Ritsuko and Eeve pleasuring each other. She is aware of Logan's discomfort, and feels sharp pangs of jealousy that the other elf is the source of his arousal. In to short a time, Ritsuko seemed to have won the admiration of half the men in the party, not to mention Eeve. It was't fair. Laramie should be getting pleasured like that.

When Taren left the circle of firelight, Laramie secreted her jewels within her caverous sleeves, and followed him. She treaded with extra care, being aware of the warrior's elven herritage and keen senses. But Laramie was full-elven, a dancer and a thief. Her footsteps didn't disturb a single leaf.

She watched Taren training in the moonlight, enjoying the display of his taught, athletic body. He was clearly very upset. A clever girl could use this opportunity to win him as an ally, to turn him away from the dark-haired samurai. And Laramie was a clever girl.

Singing softly, knowing that Taren will hear her now, Laramie casts a small glamer. Her gown shifts subtly, the bodice lacing farther down, the slits in the sides rising higher up. The thin strip of cloth covering Laramie's sex shrinks, showing still more of her long, shapely legs. Only her hands remain covered. The elf's hair becomes fuller, moving to invisible, perfumed breezes.

Satisfied with her slight transformation, Laramie advances into the clearing. "Nice moves, handsome," she purrs, "You really know how to handle your weapon. But you've had a long day of battle, you need to relax." She glides closer to him, her long golden hair brushing against his skin. "Wouldn't you rather I handle it for you?"

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

She closed her eyes, and concentrated.

Wings were new, and different, but surprisingly, the Macrai-Itoshe reacted to the holy power in the same way that a human did. She could feel his dark aura reaching toward her light as his body asked to be healed, his soul driven wild by the pain of such change. The beautiful magician girl did not know how to reattach wings, but her soul could listen to his soul, and with her gentle hands upon Zarl's shoulders, she breathed deeply, and leaned in close.

"Try to relax," she said softly, her eyes gentle and her voice sweetly youthful, like fresh honey. She began, and her aura manifested around her. Shizura's hands are soft and slender, and they grow warmer as the light of Creation glows slightly, though it is tinted blue-green with the power of Water. Preparing for the difficult healing, she reaches out with her soul to touch Zarl's emptiness, trying to see if he will accept the magic.

He feels... just like anyone else I've healed...

...but isn't his soul made of the Void? Does that make things different?

I wonder if anyone's healed a monster before...

Satisfied, though a little surprised, Shizura remasters herself, and her expression calm again, she grips the wings gently, holding them close to the severed ends...

"Lifeblood Heal..."

Muscles begin to knit together again and bone begins to grow as the lovely young magician transmutes her soul power into the raw energy of healing and into blood. Zarl feels gentle waves of energy caressing him, and his exhaustion begins to fade away as the magician loans him her energy.

After nearly a minute, Shizura steps back, and the wings are whole again. She looks tired, but her smile is soft and sweet, and her eyes are filled with true compassion as she looks down at Zarl. "Thanks for helping us," she says softly. "The healing is the least I can do."

The young magician girl sighs softly and runs a hand through her long, dark hair, shaking the soft locks back as she smiles again, clearly tired by both the run and the extended healing spell. She turns back to the group that has not yet dispersed. "Okay... time to set up camp!"

She quickly becomes oblivious to everything around her as she focuses on setting up camp. In a surprisingly little amount of time, a small area mostly covered by the ruined tower was clean and dry and a warm fire was crackling. The pretty young magician flashes a radiant smile at Kevin as they work side by side, setting out medical equipment and organizing the weapons that might possibly be either usable or sellable. "Thanks for helping out, Kevin," she says softly to him, tilting her head and smiling. "I promise we'll get to the Wizard's College soon."

Turning around, she surveyed her companions -- most of them seemed occupied. She blinked once and scratched the back of her head idly. I wonder if I'm missing something? Seating herself by the fire, she glanced around a bit more. I wonder where Eeve and that Ritsuko girl went...

"Logan." Shizura turned to address the handsome shapeshifter who was still sitting near her. "That wizard... I think I can sense where he teleported to. When everyone's ready to go and fully recovered, we might want to move immediately to try and take advantage of the enemy's weakened state and finish them off completely." She bowed her head slightly, her sweet face serious again.

"...I'm a little frightened. I've never be a leader before... and I wasn't even here for you guys during this fight. But..." She looked up into his eyes and smiled. "...I know I can be strong."

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

He stretched, his wings streatching up and out as his arms moved up. His wings folded back lightly against him, and he could feel strength flowing through his again. He took a deep breath, and sighed. He felt much better.

The darkness rose up in him, and he could feel his lust coming to the surface again. He sighed again, and looked around the little camp. Eeve and the samurai were still gone. They were probably at the pool from what he remembered.

Wanting to clean himself, he turned, looking out across the forest, and starting walking. He managed to miss Lavastine and her odd companion as he moved out into the woods. He was wandering for several minutes before he came to a small river. Stripping himself at the bank, he left his clothes and the crystals of his fellows behind, and waded into the river.

Letting the water flow over him, Zarl began the process of cleaning himself of blood, grime, and dirt. While he would have preferred help to clean places he couldn't reach, he did not want to impose on Shizura, who had just healed him, and Lavastine had wandered off when he'd been healed. Probably getting her horse, he thought, realizing he should put what remained of his crystals in there in case that one elf came along. He had to watch out for her.

At first, he had thought her a whore, but now he realized she was something much worse. She was one of they among the Fae who were so worried about material goods. He laughed to himself at such a life. The Fae, those born of the everlasting light of their so-holy creator, and so few of them realized the great gifts she had given them, and instead moved towards the greed and hated the Destroyer had gifted to most of his children.

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to get the strands back to their natural blue instead of sullied with dirt and blood to appear darker. "Ahh, our Dark Father, how great is your love for us, who have turned aside the darkness that brought you tears? Do you hate our disregard to the Law you set down against the Fae? Are you gladdened at us, who try to pull ourselves to the greatness you at first gave to us, the last of your children, whom you gave your heart?"

Sighing, he moved back to the bank, and grabbed his pants, using the water to try and clear it of stains, even as he realized he'd probably need to buy another pair. Probably two, if this was how this group was going to continue on. He smiled to himself, thinking of the women of that group, imaging their bodies naked with his. He laughed to the empty woods again.

 

[katalynn]

Lavastine walked back with Dreant, they made small talk, nothing to extreme. When he stood straight, he was taller than she was by a head aleast. Watching with interest as she walked behind her. Wondering what kind of life he had lived.

Reaching the camp and noticing Zarl was gone, most likely went to clean up somewhere. Which she still needed to do herself, never liked being this filthy.

Clering her throat for a moment,

"Hey everyone look who I found.... can we keep him?"

She couldn't help it, and giggled out slightly.

"I'm sorry, unresistable.... Anyway. I had seen him out in the feilds when we were fighting. And ran into him in the woods when I went looking for Luathas. It seems like he is in need of some nice company."

Paused for a moment, grabbing a bag off the horse. Turning to Dreant.

"I don't wish to be rude, so you must forgive me .. but I really must get cleaned. I can't possibly stand to stay like this much longer."

Turning back to the rest of party.

"If you'll excuse me, I think it is time for my bath now."

Following the slight trail and scent of Zarl, he must have some water somewhere. It was a little ways out there, hearing him laugh about something. At first she thought he was with someone, but as she got closer noticing he wasn't. His back was turned, she slowly and quietly slipped out of her clothes. Snaking her way into the water, then splashed him.

 

[Armphid]

Taren

Taren was a great fighter. He had been trained in tactics and in weapon use from the age of ten. He could kill with bare hands as easily as with the wide array of exotic weapons he had been schooled in. He knew how to parry a throwing knife, the proper way to defend a keep, and the best strategy to use when fighting alone against superior numbers.

His social instruction however had come from a xenophobic and bigoted elven woman who was fulfilling an oath, and a grizzled living legend on a human warrior. While their instruction prepared him well for a life of adventure, it left him with no defense against certain techniques.

The one that Laramie was employing was an excellent example. He had paused in his exercises at the singing, the tune was one he had heard as a boy in the elven forest. It was exquisite, the song lovely enough to break hearts, and the singer performed it flawlessly. Then he saw her. Leaf-green eyes widened as Laramie sauntered up to him. Her face was as gorgeous as he had seen, the unfamiliar emotion in her eyes unsettling and intruiging him at the same time. The gown she wore exposed her lush and inviting figure. His eyes seemed captured by the low cut of her bodice, pulled away only to trail along the smooth expanse of her magnificent legs.

Taren felt a strange tightening in his chest, noted that his breathing had become more rapid. Despite the coolness of the night, he felt warm, almost hot. That heat increased as the elven bard approached him. He felt blood surge low in his body, and a heat growing within him quite seperate from that which now infused the air.

He shook his head, trying his best not to stare at the beautiful elf. "Laramie, I...I suppose you're right." He relaxed out of his stance, sheathing his blades in their harness. "It won't help anyone if I push myself too hard." "A little relaxation would be good." He smiled, knowing that his cheeks were practically burning. "Great, really." Her silken hair against his skin felt marvelous. He felt an urge to reach out and pull her closely, one that he quickly quashed. One did not just lay his hands on a lady. "I'm not sure I understand your last question...but what do you have in mind?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

Water. He looked over, and saw Lavastine. He eyes roamed over her exposed flesh, and he smiled. With the healing, he felt better, less weak, and his lusts had returned. He threw his pants, which he had been trying to clean, onto the shore near the rest of his things, and turned his attention to the female form before him.

"Mmm, and what have we here? A beautiful naked woman?" He grinned, and splashed her back, before moving over to her, and wrapping his arms arounmd her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Mmm, now, what shall I ever do with you?"

 

[katalynn]

Lavastine had dunked into the water just as he splashed in return, coming up into his arms. Innocently smiling at him.

"mmmm I see your feeling better now... The wing looks much better."

Wrapping her arms around him, still that innocent smile on her lips.

"hmm You wash my back. I wash yours?"

Giggling a little as she remembered the last time they washed and dressed eachother.

"I think, we might be able to finish what we started this morning. What do you think?"

Whispered in his ear just before lightly taking the soft flesh between her lips.

"Or would you rather continue to resist, and tease eachother?"

Tongue lightly tracing the outer edge of ear, pressing closer to him.

 

[SwampThing]

Kevin beamed at Shizura's slight praise. "Oh, it's the least I can do, Shizura! You're so kind to take me with you, especially when I don't have the magic or fighting skills to be any real use to you. But I promise to help you in any way I can."

The farmboy listened closely as Shizura and Logan discussed tactics. He tried to keep up, but he was distracted by the play of fire and moonlight across the lovely magician's face.
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Laramie moved closer to Taren, her blue eyes locked with his green ones. Her hidden hands reached for his scabbard belt, unbuckling it swiftly and silently.

"Silly half-human. There's no need to be coy with me. I'm not like those other girls. So naive, so delicate for all their prowess in battle. You can be honest with me, you can tell me what you really want."

Golden hair encircled Taren like a soft, fragrant cloud. Laramie's unseen hands crept slowly up the warrior's stomach and chest, feeling the taut muscles. She moved closer still, turning her head to whisper in his sensitive ear.

"I want to taste your vulgar half-breed cock. But you have to tell me what you want."

 

[Armphid]

Taren

Her body entranced him, he heard the halfway mocking tone of her sultry voice. Her words slapped him across the face, even as they thrilled him. Half-human wouldn't be so bad, but he knew the truth behid the term. He'd had it hurled at him from elven lips all his life. Even now it stung. Yet there was an inflection to her speech, that made him think she did not use it as it had been used against him in the past.

Gods...the night seemed to have come alive with heat. Her golden hair seemed everywhere, the scent of her dominating the damp smell of the night. Her touch on his chest was practiced and confident, soothing one temperment and rousing a very different one. Leaf-green eyes closed as her cloth shrouded hands teased him, and he found himself enjoying it.

Her breath in his ear sent a shiver through him, the sensation electric. Her words were so blunt...so straight forward...yet there was something that appealed to him about it. The lonely ache he had felt before creid out for something to drive it away...and what she offered would surely do that.

"What I want," his voice was low, his cheeks turning scarlet as he spoke, "is to not spend this night alone."

Laramie could even if just for tonight, would take the feeling away. To her it would mean nothing he as sure. A dalliance with a half-breed to scandalize her true blood friends, more than likely. But that was the way of elves, many lovers, few regrets. If he could use that to drownt he pain, then so be it.

He lifted a hand to tilt her head back so that he was giazing directly into her eyes. "I want your touch on my skin." "I want your body against mine." "I want to see, feel, and taste all that you have to offer." He was blushing brightly, his eyes bright. Though his heart beat fast, and his body urged him on, he was shocked at himself. This was something he had never encountered in himself before. "How does that sound to you, elven lady?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tight against his own, feeling her flesh against his. He closed his eyes, and smiled. Pulling back, he looked into her eys.

His fingertips met her stomach, moving slowly across her skin. His eyes wandered along her face, down her neck and to her breasts before moving up to her face again. He pressed his hand fully against her stomach, sliding it down across her skin, skirting past her sex to rub against her thigh.

"Well, teasing each other sounds too tempting to let pass by. Care to see which one of us can last the longest?"

 

[katalynn]

Purring at his touch, the battle already aroused her and now to be teased. mmmm Such sweet choices.

"As long as we finish it this time. For the day has ended, and we agreed to las through the day."

Gliding her nails lightly down his shoulder and sides, tracing his hips. Running light, ever so light circles around the wakened beast. Never touching it though.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

This time she runs her nails lightly underneath the length, feeling dance at her touch as she runs her nails all over it as lightly as

 

[roleplaylifer]

Again sleep came uneasily to the troubled samurai. Visions of death, raven picked corpses, and unseen enemies plagued her vulnerable mind.

From time to time, she nearly regained wakefulness, vaguely aware of Evee's embrace as they lay beneath Taren's borrowed cloak. The turmoil of thoughts that followed soon after spiralling her deeper back into her dream world.

My clan.......family......dead........not dead.......I'm alive......
Ritsuko stirred slightly in her sleep. Images of past battles flooding the prone woman's mind, fading to images of a moonlit pond, two bodies entwined in passion. A feeling of warmth flowed through her, mingling with the nervousness.

Ancestors forgive me.....it felt so right.....

The warmth and kindness of the preistess that held her even now brought a brief, fleeting smile to her lips. She doubted she would look at a woman the same way again. Even now, her mind brought up images of the others in her group.

Have they ever done this......or am I different?

A mental picture of Logan appeared before her, fading swiftly to be replaced by Taren, which finally shifted slowly to the blue haired image of Zarl. All had treated her with kindness and respect, welcoming a stranger into their midst without question.

I'm happy here. Warm and comfortable. So why do I feel I've betrayed them?

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

He grinned, and spread his wings wide behind him. His hands returned, sliding up her thigh to dance around the outside edges of her sex, so close and yet so far away. He sighed at the feel of her hands on him, the feel of a willing partner.

More than willing, he thought with a smile, one who shared his hunger and need. One who shared his dark lusts and passions. He moved forward, his tongue escaping his lips to run across the top of her chest, up her neck to her cheek. Sweat and the cool water mingled with blood from the battle. She had only recently joined him, and had not had the luxury of cleaning herself as well as he had.

The taste of blood added to the darkness, held in check, mastered by his wal, yet straining to let loose and ravage the naked beauty before him.

"Mmm, yes, and finish this we shall. BUt perhaps we should finish cleaning you up first, hmm? Before we get too far in and you forget to bathe entirely?"

 

[katalynn]

Moaned deeply with where his fingers roamed, heart pounded deeply in chest as his wings stretched. Oh how she loved it when he does that. Forcing herself to not give into the weakness that was slowly seeping over her.

Tilting her head to the side when he licks up to neck, relishing in how he felt against her.

"M-m-m-m-m aye, perhaps we should... "

Wrapping her fingers around thickness and length, pulling lightly on him till her hand slipped off. Tracing up his chest trailing the water, pulling back a step dunking herself underwater again. Coming back up running her fingers throughout her hair, slowly and tauntingly washing her hair out.

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

His hands left the area of her glorious sex as she moved back and dunked herself beneath the water again. He smiled as she came up, and began to wash her hair. His eyes were drawn to how the water slid down across the gentle curves of her body.

He grinned, and moved behind her. His strong hands working at cleaning her back. Strong fingers massaged into her skin between handfuls of water. As her own hands worked her hair, his worked her soft skin. The water moved lazily by them, sliding across their skins.

His hands slid around her torso, up across her breasts. His hands began to work the twin mounds of flesh as he pressed against her back. His breath went out across her shoulder as he looked down at where his hands caressed her body. His fingers moved to her nipples, teasing them as he tried to clear away some imaginary imperfection.

His hardness came in contact with her skin, jumping in excitement as it met her, rubbing against the swell of her bottom as he pressed closer to her. "Mmm, so much of you to clean, isn't there? And we must be so thorough..."

 

[NyghtRayne]

Logan

Having finally regained his composure he had moved to sit by the fire. He watched as Shizura expertly healed Zarl's wing.

"Logan." Shizura turned to address him. "That wizard... I think I can sense where he teleported to. When everyone's ready to go and fully recovered, we might want to move immediately to try and take advantage of the enemy's weakened state and finish them off completely." She bowed her head slightly, her sweet face serious again. "...I'm a little frightened. I've never be a leader before... and I wasn't even here for you guys during this fight. But..." She looked up into his eyes and smiled. "...I know I can be strong."

He smiled.."You do fine Shizura, if it wasn't for you I don't think this group would be together. You're here now and that is all that matters." He looked off into the direction where Ritsuko and Eeve were, then where Taren and Laramie were... "You're right.. catching them this soon would be good.. as soon as the others are ready to go it would be good to do so."

 

[katalynn]

Lavatines' hesitated throughout her hair, moaning to his incredible touch. Writhing against him while his fingers *cleaned* her quickly harden nipples. Rolling her hips around to grind along hardness that she knew had to be aching like she was.

"Seems like you found the perfect place to start.... Just how will you clean other areas?"

Teased as she spoke, bring her hands up over her head and around his neck. Pushing her breast further into his hands.

 

[The GrandMage]

Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

He sighed, his hands wrapping around her tits as she pushed them into his hands. He smiled, pressing himself firmly against her as she rolled her hips, her skin sliding across her own and teasing him in a delicious way. His fingers captured her aroused nipples, rolling them gently as he kissed her just below her ear.

He raised his mouth, speaking into her ear, his warm breath carried along with his lustful words. "Well, I had thought of massaging your skin clean, my hands working out the dirt and grime, but if you keep this up, I may have to clean you with my tongue."

His tongue stole from his lips, working across her ear. One hand continued to play with her chest, the other sliding down across her skin, under the water to where her hot center waited. His fingers slid down to meet her womanhood. A finger slid across the lips of her sex, searching for and locating the little nub of pleasure. A fingertip ran circles around it as his breath ran out across her ear.

"What do you think would be best, Lavastine?"