Wardens of Wildemount ((IC))

[Shadowlace]

"I am just.." Priscilla said as she took a peek and coughed a bit before she continued."..making conversation. I mean my mother was for the most part a classic Halfling romantic. Piketon, Hawklight, and Darcrow the three paramounts of Halfling romanticism. At least when she was a girl. before Da left her in Nicodranus without a penny, but she had me and a roof over her head so....Ya, the Classic romantics were all about the classic halfling male physique back in the day."

The rogue took in a deep breath and then exhaled as she focused. She slipped back into her training. Keep calm, observe, and think. Those three things would carry you through any situation. The generous Aunts and Uncles of her little corner of the Skew had taught her this. So as she composed herself so did she stand and pull her top from her frame.

Jon could see the tiny frame despite the obsidian curls her lithe muscle and scars could be seen. She giggled a bit as she heard the utterance of soap and reached back down to rummage through her gear. As she did her tight ass swayed a bit until she hopped up and spun about.

The twirl ended with harm extended and a bar of soap was firmly prominent in her hand. Priscillas' abs were shown along with some strange tattoos and scars. She giggles some more as she seemed triumphant." Behold Soap! just don't ask me where I got it from okay" She winked and then realized her firm breasts were out and visible. making the green eyes go wide and her cheeks flare once more.

 

[desperado1089]

"There's no need to be shy, Priscilla," Jon said, walking up to her and kneeling in front of her. "You're incredibly attractive." He placed one hand on her shoulder, and one on the back of her neck, and in one swift movement he was kissing her, lips dancing with each other as tongues began to probe and test the proverbial waters.

 

[Shadowlace]

Priscilla jumped, the shock of this man kissing her so abruptly was just unheard of for her! No one has done that since she was a wee girl playing with sticks and rocks in an alley with her Auntie Rygas' boy Forl and his warm yet strange dragonlips! since then she had kissed a few lips here and there, but as the aggressor. Damn it was Koreen still in her head.

Priscilla pulled away and feigned a punch at the hard chest of Jon. "I'm Not Shy, just warm is all" came from her mouth even though she failed miserably to sell it. Seriously damn Jon and his chiseled chest and golden hair. By the gods why would this dummy want a little scrawny alley waif-like her?

She shook and reached up to grab Jons chin. Priscilla locked eyes with the man and stared. Breathing in slowly and steadily the rogue steadied herself. This was gonna be something new. Not sure exactly how new, but it would be new." Well, then you seem to be full of confidence. Hope it lasts."

The pint-sized lady slipped from the paladin's fingers. She was after all well experienced in avoiding capture. Giggling she tossed the man the bar of soap. Once that was done Priscilla pulled free her silken underwear, before she folded it, placing it neatly on the pile of her clothes. Once Priscilla managed to free herself form the confines of clothes she tossled her hair and pivoted to show the man, Jon, her full frame blemishes and all.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jaena Pharstreider

"Well, that was something one might possibly call something resembling fun," She commented wryly, "Anyone care for going below to celebrate our kicking of serious ass? If Priscilla swears not to cheat too much we could play a few hands of cards or some rounds of dice?"

They made their way downstairs she walked beside Ulrich and mentioned, "You know the seat of Kord on Bwualli was actually in my research of lost cultures back in the archives of the Cobalt Soul."

"Apparently around the first century after the divergence, you know after when the gods left Exandria, an Expositor, named Eirinnin Vasulli, went to explore what was left behind at several of the old temples." They reached the cabin below and went inside as she continued. "He wrote of his trip to Bwualli that he was turned back by magical defenses and lightning and strange creatures that would attack him if he tried to reach the temple on top of the volcano's mouth."

"But that wasn't all he wrote about his trip there," She continued delighted to talk about one of her favorite topics, "He also spoke that the servants and priests of the stormlord's temple there after he abandoned them formed a sect that rejected most of the previous doctrine around the worship of Kord and wait for the coming of the Avatar of the Stormlord who they say will conquer all of Exandria in the name of Kord. Apparently he had to flee for his life soon after because they wanted to sacrifice him to the stormlord."

"Of course that was several centuries ago, and no one's been to Bwualli but pirates and the occassional pilgrim since then." She shrugged. "So who really knows if they survived to this day or how much the situation on the island's changed since Eirinnin set foot there."

She looked at her friends in the room, both Priscilla and Jon seemed to have snuck off by themselves, which was dissapointing but more pressing was the looks on the other's faces. She smiled sheepishly to them, "Sorry I tend to get a little carried away when I'm talking about this sort of thing."

 

[siobhancan99]

Ulrich grins wide, white teeth shining through his black beard "So what yer sayin, lass, is that there's a cult on that island just waiting for a big bear of a man like me to ascend and be the avatar of Kord and lead them in raids and righteous baattle all across the world aye? It's a life I could get used to" he winks at her, and his tone suggests that he's only half joking "I mean, who am I to refuse the divine will of Kord, if it be to conquer all that come before me"

 

[desperado1089]

Priscilla jumped, the shock of this man kissing her so abruptly was just unheard of for her! No one has done that since she was a wee girl playing with sticks and rocks in an alley with her Auntie Rygas' boy Forl and his warm yet strange dragonlips! since then she had kissed a few lips here and there, but as the aggressor. Damn it was Koreen still in her head.

Priscilla pulled away and feigned a punch at the hard chest of Jon. "I'm Not Shy, just warm is all" came from her mouth even though she failed miserably to sell it. Seriously damn Jon and his chiseled chest and golden hair. By the gods why would this dummy want a little scrawny alley waif-like her?

She shook and reached up to grab Jons chin. Priscilla locked eyes with the man and stared. Breathing in slowly and steadily the rogue steadied herself. This was gonna be something new. Not sure exactly how new, but it would be new." Well, then you seem to be full of confidence. Hope it lasts."

The pint-sized lady slipped from the paladin's fingers. She was after all well experienced in avoiding capture. Giggling she tossed the man the bar of soap. Once that was done Priscilla pulled free her silken underwear, before she folded it, placing it neatly on the pile of her clothes. Once Priscilla managed to free herself form the confines of clothes she tossled her hair and pivoted to show the man, Jon, her full frame blemishes and all.

Jon's eyes swept over the beautiful, sexy little halfling's bare form from head to toe and back again, lingering for a moment on the triangle of hair between her legs and her small, pert breasts. He felt a tightening in his breeches but ignored it for the moment as he said, "By the Gods, you are too sexy for your own good, you know that? But I did promise you a bath, so please, get in the tub before I do something that'll get you even dirtier!"

 

[Shadowlace]

Priscilla giggled a bit to calm her nerves as she nods and rushes over to hop into the tub. She sends water into the air hoping to spray the Paladin with water. The rogue's lithe frame easily settled to the bottom as she felt the warmth and cleanliness that Jons' water provided.

Taking a few beats before she sat up and smiled as she looked at Jon. " I do appreciate the bath! You don't know how much I have missed the chance to bathe. I bet you don't" Priscilla says as she points to the Soap.", Forget I said that. Instead how about you give me a good scrub and lather."

Green eyes looked up at the man and blushed a bit as she sat vulnerable in the tub. She was so innocent and wet. Her long usually braided hair was clinging to her frame as the halfling began to run her hands on her own body trying to get more warm water onto her body. " Don't leave me waiting"

 

[desperado1089]

Jon laughed as Priscilla took a running jump into the tub and splashed him. "You are an energetic one, aren't you? So full of life." He went over and made sure the door was locked before pulling off his breeches, revealing how hard he already was. But a promise was a promise, and so he went back to the tub and started gently, sensually washing the small woman, carefully skirting her sex so as not to irritate it with the soap. He spent a little more time on her small, pert breasts than would normally be proper for a simple bath, but then again, this wasn't just a simple bath. Moving on to her hair, he went through her things and found a shampoo she forgot to pull out, and a comb that he could use while he washed her hair. "Forgot something, did we?", he teased, heading back to the tub and washing her hair for her.

 

[haremfaery]

Finn was a bit jealous of Jon, he was usually the one with women (and sometimes men)dripping off him. But Jon seemed to have been with the group longer.

He'd have to keep an eye on Ulrich. Cults were never a good thing in his experience.

Finn joined the others in a game of cards. He was good with cards, but bad in dice games. At least Priscilla wasn't here to cheat him. He sipped whiskey from his wineskin and passed it around to those interested in sharing it with him. In the back of his mind he started to compose a song about their battle.

 

[Shadowlace]

"You know if you sit down I can stand and let you wash me better," Priscilla says as she chuckled as Jon went ahead and lathered her up. His hands were calloused but firm as they caressed and cupped her body. It was nice having strong hands firmly around her as the paladin explored and cleaned her body.


"I wasn't planning on you doing my hair that's an ordeal," The Halfling says as he gets the stuff and comes over. She lets him sit so she can then sit in his lap. Sitting on his lap while he began to scrub his fingers into her hair. As he does this she begins to move her soft little body forward. Her little pussy lips running over the hearty and healthy member of Jon. As she does she giggles.

" If you can finish lathering up and then rinsing my hair I'll let Lil' Jon a little deeper inside, What do you say, Holy Man, can you out last my game?"

 

[justspitballing]

Diva'ss was excited to try her luck at a good dice roll, but in the excitement of everything that happened she had plumb forgot that she had fallen off a ship and gotten drenched.

Before she could get a good start on things she needed to quickly get changed. She went to her cabin and quickly did so and cleaned herself off in a flash of movement. She headed back to the lower area wanting to get caught up.

"He also spoke that the servants and priests of the stormlord's temple there after he abandoned them formed a sect that rejected most of the previous doctrine around the worship of Kord and wait for the coming of the Avatar of the Stormlord who they say will conquer all of Exandria in the name of Kord. Apparently he had to flee for his life soon after because they wanted to sacrifice him to the stormlord." Jaena said.

Diva'ss picked up on Jaena's statements as she returned. That beast that attacked their ship and brought about a storm in its own right, that thing could be with ease called a Stormlord. The idea of a group of cultists worshiping something like that put a chill down Diva'ss spine.

Diva'ss found a seat across from Finn that seemed to be empty at the moment. She didn't talk up or interject herself into the conversation at hand because she had just walked into it at this point. Instead she simply nodded and stayed silent, as was sometimes her case in social gatherings. She asked for a hand of cards though ready to join in on a game. Jon and Priscilla shouldn't be the only ones having fun right now.

 

[desperado1089]

"You know if you sit down I can stand and let you wash me better," Priscilla says as she chuckled as Jon went ahead and lathered her up. His hands were calloused but firm as they caressed and cupped her body. It was nice having strong hands firmly around her as the paladin explored and cleaned her body.


"I wasn't planning on you doing my hair that's an ordeal," The Halfling says as he gets the stuff and comes over. She lets him sit so she can then sit in his lap. Sitting on his lap while he began to scrub his fingers into her hair. As he does this she begins to move her soft little body forward. Her little pussy lips running over the hearty and healthy member of Jon. As she does she giggles.

" If you can finish lathering up and then rinsing my hair I'll let Lil' Jon a little deeper inside, What do you say, Holy Man, can you out last my game?"

"Ha, you are a little spitfire, aren't ya? Challenge accepted." Jon's breath hitched in his throat but he was otherwise just fine with continuing as they were. Priscilla's long hair was, as expected, difficult to wash, but in the end he managed to do it in about five minutes, and it took less than one to rinse it thoroughly.

Moving her now soaking wet hair out of the way, Jon kissed the back of her neck, and said, "Now, what did you say you were gonna do if I could outlast your little game?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jaena Pharstreider

She looked at her friends in the room, both Priscilla and Jon seemed to have snuck off by themselves, which was dissapointing but more pressing was the looks on the other's faces. She smiled sheepishly to them, "Sorry I tend to get a little carried away when I'm talking about this sort of thing."

"So what yer sayin, lass," Ulrich said with a beaming smile, "Is that there's a cult on that island just waiting for a big bear of a man like me to ascend and be the avatar of Kord and lead them in raids and righteous baattle all across the world."

"Does that have an appeal to you?" She asked dismyed by his reaction.

"Aye? It's a life I could get used to" he winks at her, and his tone suggests that he's only half joking "I mean, who am I to refuse the divine will of Kord, if it be to conquer all that come before me"

"But according to what Eirinnin reported they've deviated from the teachings of Kord." She replied, "Wanting to make blood sacrifices to appease the Stormlord rather than challenging themselves and proving their individual might. Which as I understand is core to anyone following the path of Kord."

She sat down as Finn began dealing out the cards for their game. "If you were to actually meet these people...I doubt you'd want the honor of being their chosen one. Most likely you'd want to smite them terribly."

She looked down at the five cards in her hand. There was a four of Swords, A Queen of Stars, A seven of Crowns, A Knight of Mountains, and Jester of Swords. Depending on what game they were playing she either had total garbage or the beginning of a winning hand.

"Is this Rexxentrum rules or are we playing by Port Damali's version of poker?" She asked hoping the answer would be neither.

 

[Shadowlace]

What the Paladin thought was just a few minutes was longer than he had thought. Once finished though her hair was still resting on the water. Its volume capable of resting almost to her mid calf. He did however manage to win at Priscillas' game. The paladin deserves a reward.

The Halfling lass, raised among some of the most skilled prostitutes of the Skew in Nicadronus had taught her much of the world. One of the key things she learned was pleasuring a partner. Which during her whole hair and body cleansing she had done. Priscillas' nether lips had kissed and stroked along the top of Jon's member. Each stroke could feel his rigidity sending a twinge of pleasure over and over.

"I guess you do get a prize," Priscilla says her pussy moistened by the teasing she had started. Pausing her sultry speech she shifted around now to face the larger man. Flashing him a coy smile she stretches up to kiss his lips letting her own tiny tongue slip in and toy with the larger and stronger tongue.

Moments pass before she pulls her tiny soft lips from his and pouts. "I guess the only prize I have is me" The halfling lass feigns her folds twitching in anticipation, her hips shifting just enough to tease the Paladins' head, urging him to enter her, to ravage her Priscillas' body. She wanted him, wanted Jon to just fuck the aches, the fight, and the memory of being covered in Lobster Monster Bile out of her brain.

 

[desperado1089]

Jon was more than ready to fuck the bad memories out of Priscilla's brain, and when she slid back one time so that his cockhead pressed against her entrance, he grabbed her hips and angled his member up, pulling her down onto it in one swift motion. He threw his head back and moaned at the sensation. "Fuck, I'd forgotten how tight Halflings can be! I--I haven't hurt you, I hope?" His words and expression were full of concern, and he watched the water for any signs she was bleeding, ready to heal her if need be.

 

[Shadowlace]

Priscilla gasped as Jon entered her. She breathed heavily for a minute as he asked her if she was alright. She was but also wasn't. It had been a while and just feeling him inside her was something both thrilling and frightening.

The Halfling shifted a bit as she looked up at him, her face red and eyes a bit wide. "No..just...Haven't had a guy your size, or any guy in a while" She admitted her face going a bit deeper in shade. She shifted her locks to hide her face as she just hung there for a moment. Priscilla breathed, her sex full of Jon's member.

With a few more breathes she gripped the taller man's shoulders and began to place her feet in a more firm area as she slowly rose up. She got just to his member's head before she began to descend. She moved slowly as she finally began to speak. "Let me go slow for a minute. I...I..need to get a rhythm, before...well deliver a solid counterstroke okay."

With that, she leans in and kisses the Paladin on the lips holding it as she continued to slowly rise and fall on his engorged member. It was a bit strenuous but she began to move a bit faster and faster with every thrust. Soon she would be at a steady walking pace.

 

[desperado1089]

Jon's eyes were full of reassurance as they locked with Priscilla's, and he simply enjoyed what was happening--cause he couldn't do much else--and ran his hands over her tiny, taut body, gripping her ass when he "discovered" it in his "exploring" before moving on. Breaking the kiss so that he could breathe, he said, "This...this is amazing."

 

[Shadowlace]

The Halfling lass whose young life was accented with scenes of humanoids in various throes of passion. Priscillas' mother and aunts were prostitutes, many forced into it via circumstance. Still, they were loving and protective of each other at least in her mother's little neck of the Skew. Still, through it, all the young halfling girl had learned much, watching and studying the various pleasures and maneuvers she could perform.

Here in this moment though Priscilla was out of practice. The few times she had done this in the past, be it for personal gain, personal pleasure, or for love, it had been almost five years since her past dalliance. One in which her lover had betrayed her, humiliated her, and basically forced her back on the streets!

Unknowingly the rogue girl had begun to pick up the pace her lithe toned body worked her muscles and hips faster. Heavy fast thrusts began as Priscillas head rocked back as a wanton cry of high-pitched passion burst forth. She was past the fear and uncertainty, past the hang-ups of her past trysts to let go and enjoy.

Priscilla let her head drop back down, sweat beading on her brow as she looked into Jons' face and stifled a moan biting her bottom lip. Her hands began to grip tightly on his clavicle the echoing wet slaps ringing in the room as she finally felt her lip slip past the teeth and moaned. Once freed she pants and speaks. "By The GODS! Jon...JON...I'm..I'm ready...THRUST, THRUST AGAINST ME, PLEASE!?"

She exclaimed within the shouts and moans, Priscillas' body full of pleasure. Her loins, stomach, and chest were afire. She needed this. All her whoa this past few years, it had begun to crack. So much of it was falling away like chaff. Liberating and fulfilling she continued, seeking that euphoria that great release. The Rogue liked Jon, not sure if there was more to it than that, but right now at this moment, she needed this.

 

[desperado1089]

Jon nodded, and without a word, he rose up out of the tub, holding onto Priscilla as if she was light as a feather, his engorged member buried deep inside her. Stepping free of the tub, he walked over to a table, deliberately bouncing his steps so that the motion would bring her up and down on him. He set her down gently on her back--still inside her--and said, "What Miss Springheel wants, she gets," and began to "thrust against her" as hard and as fast as he could. The time for being slow and hesitant had passed, now, and it was time for the wild passion they felt for each other to reign free. He also liked the little Rogue, but he would let the future arrive when it chose to, and enjoy the now.

 

[siobhancan99]

Ulrich shakes his head "im not one for sacrifices. No sport in it. Not really good Kord behavior. there's no testing yourself against a tied up caprive. It is in the struggle that all life is given purpose. what's the point in killing a bound man? savagery really. that's for cowards. it's for the weak willed.

 

[Shadowlace]

Jon nodded, and without a word, he rose up out of the tub, holding onto Priscilla as if she was light as a feather, his engorged member buried deep inside her. Stepping free of the tub, he walked over to a table, deliberately bouncing his steps so that the motion would bring her up and down on him. He set her down gently on her back--still inside her--and said, "What Miss Springheel wants, she gets," and began to "thrust against her" as hard and as fast as he could. The time for being slow and hesitant had passed, now, and it was time for the wild passion they felt for each other to reign free. He also liked the little Rogue, but he would let the future arrive when it chose to, and enjoy the now.

Each step he took jolted within. So much Priscilla let out a gasp and decided to stop thrusting her own hips and grind instead. As she lets her abs and hips work in a clockwork rotation the young lass get lets herself get lost in the passion.

When she hit the table she dug her heels like spurs into the muscle gutter between the back and buttock of Jon. She used it to pull her tiny hips to his as he thrusts down. The sensation of her thrusting against Jons' own made her even hotter. She could tell she was close. It was insane how amazing this was, the expulsion, the travel, the shame and the tension was leaving her.

"Jon.." The Rogue uttered in a breathy moan,"Jon..JON..I'm...I'm..."AS her hips began to go faster countering Jons powerful heavy thrusts she spasms, her legs clenching and her nails digging in as she lets the thralls of her sexual acts cresendo before tapering off, spasm...spasm.. and then spent.

She let Jon finish Priscillas' thighs and ass wet with her own excitement. Breathing as she looks up at Jon blushing. Her hand goes up to caress his chin and then urge him to come in for a kiss. A kiss to seal the end.

"You know I'm gonna need another bath, after all, that right" She teases before she then giggles.

 

[desperado1089]

When Priscilla's tight, wet tunnel started clenching around Jon's member, he lost it completely and came hard, deep inside her, dumping a copious load of his seed into her depths. When she teased him about needing another bath, he chuckled as he was descending from Cloud Nine. "Heh, you and me both, sweetheart. But we shouldn't let ourselves get carried away this time, cause we can't stay here forever." He kissed the tip of her nose, before moving an inch lower and kissing her lips with a fervent passion, before breaking for air. "As much as I'd like us to."

 

[Shadowlace]

Priscilla blushed as Jon spoke. The Paladin was so damn cute! The Bastard had to be so lovey-dovey all of a sudden. She looked away after the kiss and spoke." Yes, let's get off this table and back in the tub."

As Priscilla tried to move her legs wobbled and she bit the bottom of her lip. The humans' vigor was a bit much for her. The Halfling lass had apparently been off her game and post-coitus she was beginning to feel the effects. Priscilla Springheel was spent, her body was a noodle relaxed and in a strange bliss.

"I think, if you can, are gonna need to carry me over there" bashfully spoke the melted halfling. Her body a puddle of flesh that just wanted to bask in the moment. It was good, Priscilla would definitely do this again. Next time a bit more vigorously then this one.

 

[desperado1089]

"Of course, my dear," Jon said, smiling. He effortlessly picked up Priscilla and carried her over to the tub, holding her against his chest as his cock gradually deflated as it was still buried within her. He pulled her off of him when he got to the tub, his member still having enough life in it to make a nice pop as it broke free of her opening. Setting her down in the tub as gently as a butterfly landing on a flower petal, he began cleaning off their fun, making sure to pamper her as much as the current circumstances allowed.

When he was through, he asked, "Do I need to wash your hair again? I will if I do, but remember how difficult it was last time?" He smiled, clearly enjoying the role of caretaker to the small Halfling woman. "Or, if we're through here in the tub, I could help you re-braid it? Maybe this time you can try one big one? Would certainly be easier for me. Up to you though." He was kneeling outside the tub this whole time, and would need to remember to take his own bath later. Perhaps Diva'ss could help with this?

 

[Shadowlace]

Being up in his arms Priscilla kisses the paladin on his cheek. In the water, a moan and sigh come out enjoying the soothing water on her well-worked muscle. As Jons' gentle hands clean her she smiles and coos a bit. It was nice to be pampered like this.

"No my hair is fine and as for the braiding, no thanks, I am gonna need it to dry," Priscilla says as she finally felt good enough to get out of the tub. As she got out of her tub she smiled and kissed Jon again on his lips.

"Now let's get dressed," She says as she uses some towels to dry off. Once she does she then slips her panties back on and giggles." Next time I'll wash you okay" Priscilla winks and then continues to dress in just her pants and shirt before picking up the other stuff and placing it in the bundle. She does steal some glances at the fine specimen that is Jon.

Once dressed she moves to the door and heads back up to meet with the others.