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Dev:

Her eyes grow large again. She bites her lower lip. Worrying it. As Dev informs her that they were going to address her indiscretions she pales a little. But she doesn't have time to defend herself because he lifts her off the ground and then twists her around. Bending her over, because she does not bend quickly enough of her own volition, he spanks her enough times to get her to comply. Each loud smack echoes through the small wagon. Each one elicits a small vocal cry. And then he enters her rear. She whimpers, not exactly in pain, rather in a pleasure so intense that it is entirely overwhelming. "I...I'm sorry." She cries out. She could be sorrier. But he is F~×!*^g her ass and that is all she can concentrate upon now that he has stopped spanking.


Kitty:

"You lie." He growls at her. But their is amusement in his voice. He doesn't believe she's sorry in the the least. Then again, it doesn't really seem like he's very upset about it, except for the fact that it gives him a reason to smack her bottom again. And he does so, with enthusiasm.
His momentum continues to build until his hips are audibly slamming against her buttocks with jarring force, her breasts swaying back and forth to match their rhythm. He is again building very, very quickly.


Dev:
He smacks her bottom again while he growls that she is lying. Each spank elicits a small yelp. Distress. "It huuuurts." She whimpers, this time in both pain and pleasure. Tears form in the corner of her eyes but do not yet shed. And then as his hips slam against her behind and her breasts bounce back and forth and as he builds, so does she. The spanking having made her even wetter, moisture slick upon her inner thighs mixed in with his juices. "Please... Dev... oh... gods." She continues to beg.


Kitty:

This time, he brings her over first. Continuing his assault until he feels her buck and spasm beneath him. As she does, he withdraws, slides easily into her sex and again lets loose within her, simultaneously leaning forward with his arms surrounding her, both hands filled with the soft tissue of her lovely breasts, squeezing hard as he comes deep within her.

He holds that position for many, many moments, eventually softening within her. "I do love you, Kitten. I am yours, you are mine, for as long as I yet live and breath."


Dev:

He brings her to orgasm, then withdraws from her rear to come in her pussy. Squeezing her breasts elicits a small helpless sound which turns into a cry as he squeezes hard. Yet it also brings pleasure because as he does so, she too peaks again immediately, so that his hard member is massaged by her pulsing inner muscles as he empties himself inside her. She cries out as he squeezes, moaning her pleasure. Then he holds her in that submissive and vulnerable position until he softens. Completly aware of the precarious position her behind was in, she meekly remains bent over until he tells her otherwise or moves her into some other position or posture. After all, he hadn't said he was done. That all was forgiven. So perhaps he wasn't finished with addressing her indiscretions. Its hard, to remain bent over when her knees wanted to give out from ecstasy. When her bottom smarted, was already pink from his enthusiastic attention. When it was really indecent and sensually humiliating to be wearing only an underbust corset and pink cheeks, on display for Devs pleasure, bent over and awaiting sentencing.


Kitty:
Dev was done. But Parker is so beautiful, so sensuous and her submission causes a stirring within him once again. His foot lightly taps hers, sweeping her legs out from under her. His strong arms bringing her down gently, one hand supporting her head and neck, turning her as she descends so she is lying on the hard, smooth planks facing up to him. He descends onto her chest, the tone of his voice now soft, full of caring and pride. Pride for her. Pride in her. "Prepare me again, Kitten." His touch, massaging her breasts, is now light and gentle, though their is an underlying edge, giving hint to the strength that could return, should it he needed. His member, already beginning to harden again is right in front of her lips. There is no question as to what he wants her to do.


Dev:
A meep as her legs are swept out from under her, followed by a very adoring expression as he lowers her down so gently. She is head over heels in love with this man.

She swallows, as he waves his very dirty member in front of her, and she is reminded instantly that she will need to thoroughly wash to avoid getting an infection since he switched from her behind to her sex not too long ago. "Would you please wash first, Dev? She requests. As he massages her breasts she makes a small contented sound in the back of her throat. "I.. should also wash before we continue." If he needs an explanation as to why, she will blush her way through one.


Kitty:

Dev appears surprised at first, the hint of a frown and for a moment it looks like he's going to act on her temerity for speaking against his orders, but he does listen and apparently although not having worried about such things in the past, in this case is concerned enough about the lady beneath him to change course in midstream. His expression is understanding, but he has made a decision. "Do not move." He shifts out of her field of vision. Returns shortly, "Get on your knees, please." His words are calm, but it is obvious he expects her to follow them. He is behind her as she does so. There are items partially hidden, perhaps unintentionally, by a towel. "Spread your legs wider." His hands on her hips pull her farther back. She is opened wide "hold still" and something cool and hard is inserted within her followed by cool liquid being forced within, possibly much more than she had expected. "Let it out." He has apparently placed a bucket conveniently beneath her and is in the process of cleaning her out, both top and bottom (and himself as well). Apparently, he can listen to reason, at least in this case. Not to mention although it has definitely caused an alteration in his plans, he is very much enjoying this as well.


Dev:

She gets on her knees as instructed, a little nervous as he seems displeased. She spreads her legs as wide as he wishes, and then when he inserts a hard object within her, forcing a liquid inside her, inside both her behind and her yoni? she colors sharply, making a small noise, incredibly emberassed and self conscious. Some things a girl only did in private. She couldn't empty herself in front of him. It was unseemly. And he was enjoying it. Showing her that she was powerless against him, that even this he could control should he desire it. It is both thrilling and terrifying. Her body agreed with Dev. Wanted the the release. It did not want the invading substance in it a moment longer than it absolutely had to be. A small sound of distress, Dev... please... I cant... its not.. lady like. Not in front of you. Please don't make me." Her emberassment making her disobey. She struggles to hold the liquid in. She knows she is going against his wishes, but years of indoctrination into what a woman never did in front of anyone, ever, had been instilled in her. She squirms uncomfortably, the pressure of the liquid warring with what she has been told all her life.


Kitty:
well, it would have been one at a time...

Dev lets out an amused sigh, "You know, love, you won't be able to resist me for long. It's just a matter of time." The same hard cold protuberance is inserted slowly into her anus, liquid is forced in there as well. She is beginning to feel more full than ever before.
When it seems she is going to burst, the pressure at least ceases to increase. Dev stands up and begins to clean himself off, while standing there watching and waiting. If she manages to hold out until after he is done. He walks over in front of her, "Shall we try this again?" He inquires, smiling down into her face. The look she gives him may show her suffering, the look he returns shows his amusement, and how much the way she's handling her situation is turning him on (he expands and twitches in front of her), but there is caring, love, desire in his eyes as well. "How am I supposed to finish making sure you're unlikely to get an infection if you're going to keep it all bottled up inside?" he asks, his hands going to her hair, around her ears and cheeks, down to her neck, stroking her exposed throat. He says softly, but with a tinge more force. "Let it out, Kitten. Let it out."


Dev:

She whimpers, in what he can now identify as her whimper of genuine distress as he administers the cold instrument which is squirting liquid into her rear. Ashamed tears form.

"It....its icky." She protests in a very small girly voice. "I couldn't... bear it ...if you saw me be...ing so vulgar." She snifs and does her best to repress a sob. Its true, that actually bothers her significantly. She only wants him to see her at her best. What if this demeans that, changes his mind about her? Her face shows her great discomfort as she fights to not release the liquid. And he is right, he is winning, she won't be able to resist what he wants for long.


Kitty:

Dev drops down to the balls of his feet. He licks and nibbles her left ear, right hand caressing her hair, neck, exposed shoulder and arm before sliding back in front of her again. His face up against hers, nose to nose. His right hand reaches between her arms begins to grope her hanging breasts. His face showing his enjoyment, then he becomes a bit more serious. "Alright, I won't look anywhere but in your eyes. Now do it before you get an infection." His left hand joins his first. He gropes both breasts at the same time. If he doesn't hear her start by then his fingers move to her nipples and he will pinch down and pull...fairly hard."


Dev:

He insists much more seriously, and a low whine escapes from her lips. She doesn't want to. And then he pinches her nipples as she continues to disobey. It takes him pulling hard upon the nipples he has pinched so cruelly, and only then does she obey him, all of a sudden audibly crying and whimpering, tears flowing down her beautiful face... as her body releases the pent in liquid, and tremendous relief floods through her as the liquid and less savory things flow into the bucket. She continues to sob, even if he releases her nipples, until her body is empty. The emotion just too much for her, shame, embarrassment, relief both physical and mental. She didn't want to disobey. She loved making Dev happy. She actively sought out his dominance, needed it. But sometimes her ego got in the way, and she needed a reminder of his strenght. He would probably have to remind her often. There continue to be tears in her eyes.


Kitty:

"There. Was that so bad?" he says softly, mere centimeters from her own face. His hands wipe away the tears from her cheeks. "You are a beautiful, beautiful woman, little Kitten. Shall we do it one more time? Make sure the risk is minimized as much as possible? I don't want you getting sick on me, love. He kisses her there, while she continues to tremble slightly on shaky limbs in front of him, softly, but long and passionately, firm enough to communicate there will be no disobedience without consequences. Unless something unforeseen happens, he does move back around to her rear and repeat the procedure (there is a second clean bucket he is drawing water from, just to be clear).


Dev:

By the continuing sniffs, and a few more tears, he is pretty certain that she thinks it was terrible, when he asks if that was so bad. It wasn't actually physically terrible, but she's convinced it was, mostly because it was so embarrassing and humiliating and she has a very large ego and quite a bit of pride that is currently getting wounded.

And so, as he asks if they should do it one more time, and then moves to repeat the procedure, her snifs become hiccups, and she starts to cry again. She doesn't move away from Dev, she stays exactly where he has put her, and does not fight him when he again fills her with water in her nether region; she is doing her best to obey his wishes - she wants to obey him, make him proud of her - and she knows she needs to get cleaned up, but her wounded pride is making itself heard. This was so humiliating! And it felt so weird. And it was gross. And Dev was enjoying himself. She's a tiny little bit indignant that he was enjoying wielding power over her at this very moment. The indignation finally ends her tears.

"bully." she whimpers, halfheartedly, the insult filled with her love for him, even as it is laced with some righteous pouting. His Kitten was definitely a handful.


Kitty:

"Yes, I am being a bully. Stay where you are, please." he responds from behind her as he finishes cleaning her up. She can hear some additional movement, then footsteps leaving the wagon, followed by silence.
After a short time, the door reopens, then closes again. Dev comes back into view. He picks her up again, sits down with her leaning into him. He drapes his cloak around her, his arm surrounding her possessively. "There. Now you should be all safe and sound....and you're mad at me again, aren't you?" he says nuzzling her left ear. "That's okay, you can be mad if you want too." she can hear the smile in his voice.


Dev:
He finishes cleaning her up, and admits to being a bully. Her pout becomes a little more pronounced at his casual acceptance of her assertion of his character. She was mad at him again, but stays when she is told to. And then he leaves the wagon, without telling her when he'll be back.

When he returns, which was a very short time later, but to her, shivering, nude except for her under-bust corset -which nips her waist nicely and draws attention to her breasts and the still pink chastised cheeks of her behind, moist from washing, and still kneeling, it's an eternity. Finally, he returns. He picks her up and sits her next to him. She makes a small sound as her sore behind makes contact with wherever he sits her. His sitting her down on her sore cheeks reminds her that he is looking out for her, trying to do what's best. Taking responsibility for her. Enforcing the consequences of her bad behavior. Her anger departs meekly. She is filled with love for him. Wants his touch. All of a sudden needs his approval. Wrapped in his cloak, she leans on him, seeking comfort, closeness. Needing him. She seems to be more pliant now, since he has come back in the wagon. Perhaps it is because every time she is going to sit down for the rest of the day, she is going to be reminded of the spanking he gave her, sort of how she's reminded right this very second.

"You haven't said I'm forgiven." She says with a small voice. Apparently she needs him to vocalize to her, that the earlier incident is either not yet resolved, and they were going to finish addressing it when he was ready, or that she was forgiven for handling her anger so poorly. It is clearly still on her mind.


Kitty:

Dev stops nuzzling her, looks into her face. There is only love and caring in his eyes...and perhaps a touch of amusement. "No, no I haven't. Would you like to earn that now?" He asks rhetorically, shifting her just slightly so that she can lay flat on the hardwood floor, with just his cloak beneath her back no, I'm not counting the corset. He stands, looking down at her stretched out before him, spits into his right hand which immediately goes down to his member which again has hardened in response to his thoughts and the sight of her. "I believe we were most unfortunately interrupted now, weren't we?" He lowers himself down. His newly lubricated member enters her again, his weight trapping her against the floor. This time he does not rush with the urgency of passion and desire, he takes his time, long and steady, the love and adoration he saw in her eyes returned in kind mirrored in his. He waits until he feels her begin to shiver beneath him again, his head lowered next to hers he whispers into her ear "You follow my lead, I am yours, you are mine. All is forgiven, Kitty-love. I do love you. Always and forever." before letting what is left within him spurt into her one more time, this time to stay. He allows his body to rest partially upon her, partially upon his forearms, blanketing her with his own body, not quite holding her, but keeping her secure.


Dev:

A small, high pitched, "Mmmmhm." As she vocalizes her acknowledgment of wanting to earn his forgiveness. She is a little confused when he lays her down and looks down at her. His actions not going where she thought they might, and so she bites her lower lip, looking small and vulnerable, and very sensual as his eyes run over her form. He lubricates his member, and she colors as he hardens, her blush creeping down her chest, to disappear into her corset. Her hips squirm. She nods meekly at his words, about the interruption, he is certainly learning how to master her. She's not even arguing. As he lowers himself down, her legs open wide to receive him, his member pressing between her legs, and then angled up, entering her, he quickly realizes she is already wet again, and he didn't need to lubricate himself.

The fact that they are making love in a location that's not their wagon speeds her pulse almost as much as his slow steady rhythm. He is building her up quickly, whether intentionally or not. She moves under him, with him, undulating, occasionally making small sounds, her cries are in both pure bliss, and in just a tad discomfort at her sore cheeks - which might not be disturbed if she stayed perfectly still, but as an engaged lover, writhe and move as her pelvis does when she meets his thrusts and her pelvis tilts, hips rotate to take more of him, deeper, into her. Unless he has again restrained her, her arms are around him now, fingers pressing into his back, she touches him, kisses his lips, pulls him against her so that every part of them that can possibly touch, is touching, rubbing, in contact.

He speaks again, right when she is on the cusp, his words, professing his love, accepting his duty to and over her, forgiving her. And as he loses himself inside her, squirting deeply into her womb, she peaks, her orgasm more powerful than the one before, her muscles massaging him, milking him, pulling him in deeper, "Dev! Oh Gods! Dev... dev... i am yours. Forever and always."

Of course, in reality she has two masters, Dev and Jo. But only Dev is here now. Only he is on her mind. Her Dev. Always hers.

He remains partially on her. Blanketing her, letting her feel just a touch of his weight, keeping her secure, safe, letting her know she is loved, wanted, possessed. Her breathing slows, her eyes on his, her face filled with love and adoration and a bit of possessiveness herself. He is hers. Her legs still wrapped around him, not letting him leave just yet, even if he wants to move off her. She blushes again, as she realizes what she's doing. How much she loves and wants him. She's a little embarrassed at her own termitity, but she doesn't loosen her legs. She answers his question from earlier, when she asked him to carry the money, but meant so much more, and when he then asked if she would follow his lead, regardless of the circumstance, her words are a little nervous, because it means so much to her to say this. "i will follow your lead. She is nothing if not honest "i am imperfect, see poorly, ...may get lost along the way." She is imperfect, but she loves him. Wants him. Needs his active guidance. Leading her would not be easy, but it would be well worth it.


Kitty:

...and he believes every word, said and unsaid. At last, he raises onto his elbows, looking down into her eyes, kisses her once more upon the tip of her nose. "Give me a minute, luv." a finger traces from her forehead down the bridge of her nose. He reaches over, picks up a small cloth of white silk, folds it carefully and precisely into a small rectangle. Retrieves his bandanna and lifts himself off of her. "Rise please?" he says, perhaps a hint of mischief in his eyes. As she does so, he presses the white pad over the bandanna and holds it in place beneath her before bringing up the ends before and behind. "Bind" he says, and a silk rope snakes around her and down between her legs, once from each side and around her waist some more. "Tie." He smiles, "that should keep it in place." he smiles, "you may remove it once we're back in Vitor, if you so choose." He gets up, pulls out the silk shirt of his courtier's outfit from his pack and his spare traveling pants. "Perhaps a bit baggy, but I'd like to see you in this." He holds them out for her, eyes her again appreciatively, then collects her other shredded clothing, folding them meticulously before waiting for her to be ready. in case it wasn't clear, he had cleaned the wagon from their initial encounter earlier


Dev:

She releases her legs, letting him up reluctantly, her possessive expression showing that it was her idea to let him up as he lifts himself off her. Because she might have pinned him to her if she got lucky. Hey, it could happen.

She rises as he asks, but raises an eyebrow at him. She could mend her clothes, but he clearly doesn't want her to do so.

She will do as he instructs, blushing the entire time as he watches her dress, although his pants are very tight around her generous hips, and incredibly baggy everywhere else. Also, so long, that she has to roll up the bottom of the legs so she doesn't trip.

"Yes, sir." She says in a small respectful and only slightly teasing voice, in response to that she may remove the undergarment he fashioned once in Vitor, if she wishes. She does respect him. But he is turning to be as bossy as Johannes, with his new-found power over her. She blushes at Dev because she knows she's being just a little sassy. She enjoys it when he tells her what he wants her to do. Finds she likes the micromanagement. It makes her feel that he is engaged in her life. In each moment with her. That he cares about her so much, that he pays attention to the minute details. She gets gooesbumps.

She smiles at his offer of his silk shirt. Takes the shirt, holds it against her face, touching the softness, inhales. "It smells like you, sort of wild and dangerous." She admits before she puts it on, the soft fabric tighter around her large breasts, and very loose everywhere else.

"I always have to have everything custom tailored." She frowns, letting him know how annoying her proportions could be.


Kitty:

"I can imagine." he says looking her over appreciatively, "though you would look good in anything...or nothing at all." he takes a step back, his gaze running over her again catching especially on all the areas where the clothes fit snugly. "Once we are in Vitor, you may do as you choose. I wanted to see you this way. I think you look very, very good, love. Shall we go?" he moves towards the door, hops down and turns to assist her as well if she is ready. He carries his gear with him.


Dev:
"I can't walk around in public naked. There would be a riot. And then an orgy." She teases, flushing as he admires her. "But I could... wear underwear less often, if you wish. And sleep... in whatever form of dress or lack thereof you desire. You... seem fond of me in half corsets and nothing else." The words sensuous on her tongue, like she is making love to the idea of wearing only what he commands. "Of course, it would give me great pleasure, if you went commando at all times." She admits right before she takes his hand, letting him assist her down from the wagon. Doesn't give it back to him, holding on to it as they walk back to Vitor, her hips sway, brushing against his with each step. She must be walking sensuously on purpose. It's really very distracting.


Kitty:

Dev shifts Parker so she is slightly before him and he is holding her left hand with his. His right hand softly squeezes her bottom. Something that would not be painful under normal circumstances. "Love, you have already got me to the point where I'm sure I'll be shooting blanks. You do realize you're getting me hard again, right?" He is teasing, but completely serious at the same time.


Dev:

She gasps as he not only grabs her behind in public, but makes her cheek burn at the same time. "Perhaps you should look forward, instead of at my rear?" She teases gently.


Kitty/Jo:

"Perhaps you are right." he says noncommittally, stepping past her to hold open the door to Vitor, one hand sliding from one butt cheek to the next, tarrying in the crack and on the second long enough to give her a gentle squeeze and nudge inward. The cloak he is wearing may possibly have hidden that motion from onlookers...then again, it may not. "Your wagon, Kitty-love."


Dev and Jo:

Parker blushes deeply at Dev's public manhandling of her rear, represses a vocal eep. Her back perfectly straight. It's probably just the corset keeping her walking so tall, has nothing to do with indignation at him squeezing her sensitive rear just now. She eyes him, bemusedly, as he opens the door, and lets her in to her wagon. She doesn't argue that it is theirs out in public. Her words at his opening the door, an appreciative "Thank you." She turns slightly, smiles at him -mysterious and sly and oozing sensuality.

She enters, and if Jo is still in the wagon, he notices Parker is wearing different clothes from when she went in search of Dev. She had left wearing an under-bust corset, a white blouse, and a skirt. Now she has on one of Dev's baggy pants and one of his silk shirts. Both items are very baggy everywhere but her breasts and hips, which are quite full, and the fabric hugs her much more closely there. Up close, it is noticeable, with the tightness of the silk stretched over her chest, that she's not wearing a bra. The pants are rolled up to make up for the height difference. She is still wearing her under-bust corset, but it is hidden under Dev's shirt.


Kitty/Jo:
"Tease." Dev says playfully under his breath, following her into Vitor and shutting the door behind him.
Jo is there, but I think u may assume he is napping if u want, since she is at the moment.


Dev and Jo:

She notices Jo is napping. And so moves quietly. Turns around as Dev closes the door behind them, her voice a whisper, so she doesn't wake Johannes. "Oh yes." She admits with a smile. "Do you not enjoy the flirtation?" She asks him as she steps closer to Dev and looks up into his eyes. She is more than a tease, she is entirely shameless and wanton.

She begins to remove the clothes he has given her as she looks at him. First the shirt, then the pants, She pulls at the strings of the corset without needing to look, giving her breathing room. She loosens the strings, and then unhooks the front. Even without the corset her waist is tiny. The clothes end up in a small pile on the chair. Now she is only wearing his makeshift undies. If she can take them off without his commanding the ropes she does so, if not, she asks him to please remove them.

"I would like to rest for a bit, with your permission. It's been a very exhausting afternoon. What may I wear to bed?" Her voice is low and breathy, she will always be a tease and a flirt, it's just something he will have to live with. She stands in front of him, presumably entirely nude.


Kitty/Jo:
Kitty wrote:
"Oh yes." She admits with a smile. "Do you not enjoy the flirtation?"

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that." he says, watching her through half lowered lids. "you strumpet. You dirty, shameless, wanton little wagon nymph." His tongue licks his lips hungrily. In the back of his mind, he may be thinking "didn't we just do it like three times?" Much more consciously, however, his eyes follow her movements, his ears hear her words and his body responds with mounting desire...it apparently just can't get enough. He thinks, how long before this ring kicks in again?

Parker wrote:
Now she is only wearing his makeshift undies. If she can take them off without his commanding the ropes she does so, if not, she asks him to please remove them.

I remembered there was something called a rope of entanglement(21,000gp), so I asked the GM and she concurred that unless/until we pay for the 18,000gp upgrade, the rope of climbing would not actually have any true holding power (dc0). If Parker would ever really want to get out of it, she does.

Kitty wrote:
"I would like to rest for a bit, with your permission. It's been a very exhausting afternoon. What may I wear to bed?"

Dev pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. The drawstring on his pants are loosened and they drop to the floor. He had not bothered to put on anything beneath them. "I think you are fine as you are, my lovely Kitten, but I plan on wearing you tonight. At least until we fall asleep." He takes a step closer, hoists her up by her tiny waist and assuming she obliges by opening her legs, impales her on himself as quickly as her current condition allows and with appropriate feeling, sound and expression (a light exhalation of breath or groan perhaps? ;).

Whether or not they will be able to get situated on the bed without waking up Jo, is subject to question.
stealth: 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 17 - 3 = 34 -3 for medium encumbrance included, +10 for natural 20 not included

apparently they do so with ease

Dev slides onto the bed, with Parker lying on top of him (unless she moves). As long as she stays still, Dev should have the will power to not move and eventually fall asleep.


Dev and Jo:
Parker obliging spreads her legs and he easily slides inside her very wet sex. He lays them down on the bed moving so quietly not even Parker can hear it. But she is indeed wanton, cannot get enough. She sits up slowly, so as not to disturb Jo, and then begins to ride Dev.


Kitty/Jo:

It seems this event was not completely unexpected, nor completely unappreciated as the smile threatening to show itself on Dev's lips attests. He does not move. Jo is sleeping and he doesn't want to wake him. How long his willpower will hold out is subject to question, however.
will save dc?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 oooh, it seems his will is exceedingly strong today, he is very much enjoying Kitty's ministrations and let's them continue for as long aa she wants, only assisting if she actively requests.


Dev and Jo:

She doesn't seem to need any assistance as she slowly but surely undulates her way to pleasurable release. Dev is finding himself being ridden sensuously and carefully for a very very long time. Not until Parker has built up a sheen of sweat, and he can feel her muscles clenching all around him in pure bliss, does she stop. Of course if he wishes to continue she is happy to be on bottom. The entire time she is writhing on top of him she is silent, repressing her moans and cries.


Kitty/Jo:

Parker's slow, continuous stimulation, both visual and tactile, builds Dev to a point where he could burst at any moment. When Parker allows herself to come, the dam bursts and Dev does as well, with the clenching of muscles and a barely audible sigh. If she does not collapse upon him, he pulls her down and holds her warm body to his cool skin. Absorbing some of her heat into himself. He whispers into her ear, "Thank you Kitten, you were wonderful." He holds her there until he softens.


Dev and Jo:
She mumbles agreement with his statement. Settles on top of him until she has cooled down, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. After she has regained control of her heart beat and fatigue sets in, she gracefully moves off Dev, to cuddle in between her two lovers. Her back to Dev, one arm snakes around Johannes to hold onto him, while the other pulls at Dev so he lays behind her, spooning her.


Kitty/Jo:

Dev is quite willing to accommodate Parker's unspoken request. Molding himself to her quite nicely.


Dev and Mana:

because i don't want to assume wrongly... are we calling the previous scene concluded?


Mana:
no rush to respond, just wanted to monolog for a bit. would love the interaction, but understand if you're busy.

It has been a little while since last she dreamt of Vitor. A part of her wonders if it was her subconscious animating the wagon, her imagination kicking in and inventing the dream of the mysterious, appealing, terrible Gypsy man. After all, it had been a dream. Not real at all. A man couldn't be a wagon. Yet the gypsy said he was Vitor. And Vitor was her wagon. And for some strange reason, she believed him. And so, every night when she goes to bed, nestled safely between her two lovers, so spent from lovemaking that she can barely move, she wonders, will he pull me into his dream-scape again? What would he say, to the small sounds of distress he must have overheard her making as Dev spanked her while taking her from behind not too long ago? He had commented on her vocalizations of orgasmic bliss, after all. The thought makes her blush, that someone might have overheard. That that someone was Vitor fills her with nervous dread. He had been so overbearing. Would he use the information against her? But he had liked her, hadn't he? And anyway, he was just a dream. Had no power over her. So she goes back to being comfortably nestled between her two lovers as she goes to sleep. Held by both men, her two possessive lovers keep her firmly in place. She felt so adored and wonderful in their embrace. Her body is nude as she lays there, because it is what Dev likes, unless Jo lets her know he wishes her to wear something. She enjoys sleeping in the nude. Had never done so until the first night she spent with Dev and Jo. It felt dangerous and wanton and dirty, and terribly terribly sexy.


After spending an hour practicing her singing, at some point when the carnival is camped near the previous town they were in 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34 -perform sing - Parker finally notices she has an audience. She turns her magnetic smile towards Dev. "Hello Mr. Alexi." Licks her lips. "Are you going to join me in worship of Shelyn?" She asks. "Or is there a different deity you revere?"


Dev finishes the mouthful of nuts and berries he had been munching on absentmindedly while listening to Parker. "Shelyn is a very respectable goddess, revered by many, tolerated by many more, hated and beset upon by very few. My primary reverence is held for Pharasma, though Shelyn, Desna, Cayden, Erastil and Milani hold my respect." he pauses, "Shelyn? I thought you said your power was lent you by some monstrosity behind the inky shadows of your dreams." he takes a breath, "Have I told you recently that you voice is like music from heaven?"


Parker grins. "No, I believe that is the first time you've compared my voice to music from heaven." Blushing. "Its not entirely appropriate though. I have room for improvement." She means it. She plans on getting better.

"Oh. My power indeed stems from the inhabitants of the dark tapestry. But just because Ive sold my soul doesn't mean I don't worship Shelyn. So... all those gods, how do you keep them all straight? Balance their wishes?" She's curious. Wants to know.


"They have different domains. Areas of influence, so to speak. Though it's fairly easy, because I'm not truly devote to any, I just give them respect where appropriate. Though with my work, Pharasma is almost always my primary." he pauses, weighing her words, "So..how do we by it back?"


"It wasn't a sale as much as part of a deal. I'll get it back when I'm strong enough to take it." Her tone hinting that it had not occurred to her until this moment that she might one day make it that far. All of a sudden it seems like an incredibly difficult, nearly impossible, but worthwhile goal.

She listens to him as he explains his view on faith. "Respect instead of devotion? I thought one showed their respect through their devotion. Through their service... How do you show your respect?" She asks. Genuinely interested.

She moves to sit on a convenient perch near him. Not touching him so as not to distract, but certainly close enough for him to reach for her. Since she prefers to wear pants while they're on the road, there are no skirts to move out of the way as she sits. Cargo style pants with large pockets, a white fitted shirt and her black boots complete her ensemble.


Katherine Andrea Parker wrote:
"It wasn't a sale as much as part of a deal. I'll get it back when I'm strong enough to take it."

"Well then" he responds, "I guess that's something we'll just have to keep working on, won't we?" he gives her a sly look, "that is, if we can manage to keep focused on the correct goal." as she moves closer, he reaches over and pulls her onto his lap, "I have a great idea for working on your endurance at night."

bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 He's not fooling anyone. Can't even keep a straight face. He smiles playfully, perhaps even a little wolfishly.

Kitty wrote:
"Respect instead of devotion? I thought one showed their respect through their devotion. Through their service... How do you show your respect?"

"Well...yesss." he says in agreement in principle. "The way I look at the gods is just like you and me. They're beings of sorts, that were or have become incredibly powerful. I think part of their power comes from the recognition and devotion of the people for the areas they are recognized for. The "Lady of Graves" is my primary, because the majority of my work, what I do, has been the hunting of the undead abominations that so often plague the people of this country. Because I often travel, looking for those self-same monstrosities, I give homage to "the Song of the Sphere's" while I am on the road. Looking up at the awesome glory of the stars at night in the middle of a great open field, doesn't hurt either...and as we can already attest, not a bad sort to do good by, since she's already done us a favor in return." he stretches his body up a bit and kisses her on the nose, ""Old Deadeye" is the obvious choice while I'm out and about looking to fill my tummy or take care of the odd farmstead or village that need just a little assistance with say a werewolf incursion or something that might just be a little above their current ability to handle. "The Drunken Hero" always gets my vote if I've gotten a little too much in the cups...though he really is a good sort. Very much about helping others, but also the how to take care of themselves. "The Everbloom?" his brow darkens a little, "now that's a slightly different story. Overthrowing oppression can be a very good thing for the soul, but who's to say whatever rises up to power isn't going to be just as bad? That can get you tied up in an area for a good long time." his dark expression breaks, "...and that's probably why none of the gods have granted me their power. Not at all devoted...or beholden" he gives her just the slightest sly smile and a sidelong glance, "to any one of them in particular." he stretches his back and arms, then leans back against the tree. "Of course, "The Eternal Rose" has been getting my daily thanks, since she has given me something to worship at on such a regular occasion." he smiles up at her, arm encircling her, hand lightly squeezes her inner thigh.

"How about you? I know improving your singing is one of your greatest pursuits. What are your thoughts on the matter?"


She puts her arms around him. "But you haven't answered my question... what do you do that shows your respect for them?" She asks. "Shelyn teaches us to create works of beauty. But more importantly to give ones all in the creation, never to slack off regardless of ones skill. To always give everything you can. So that's why I sing and never get complacent."


Dev raises an eyebrow. "As far as 'the Lady of Graves' is concerned, dear Kitty, I send the things that are abominations to her back to the dust from whence they came." he looks down into her face,

Kitty:
"as far as Shelyn is concerned..Well, I show her that I am in love with the living embodiment of her that she has sent me, and I show her devotion by making love to you every chance I get." The hand on her thigh slides down into her body. His hand caressing the inner portion of her leg, but also rubbing lightly against her sex.
so much for not being distracted. ;p


Dev and Mana:

"Dev!" Parker hisses/whispers very rapidly, in a rather disapproving -yet incredibly flattered and very satisfied and annoyed with her self for being happy about his comparison - tone. She closes her legs instinctively, trapping Dev's hand in place. Realizes quickly that she did not in fact just help matters, and glares at him (granted it's a glare full of adoration and love, but still, a glare I say!) "We're... we're in public! What are you doing?" She removes his hand from in between her legs, and holds his much larger hand firmly in between her two smaller ones. She studiously ignores anyone who might happen by, stare, stop, or anything else for that matter.

Her heart pounding from his rogue-ish action, it takes a moment for his words to set in. "I am not the living embodiment of Shelyn, Mr. Alexi." She insists, emphasizing her stubborn words with a shake of her head. And she's on a roll... because she really believes what she is saying, "Shelyn is the most amazing, beautiful woman -inside and out- in all of existence. I am merely her much flawed disciple. I have not her grace nor her charm, nor her talent. I am selfish and self absorbed, when all she thinks about is taking care of others and making the world a better place through the paths she influences... all I can think about is spending time with you and Jo, and going out and adventuring. She's amazing, Dev, ...I'm just a talented girl. She has a beauty I will always aspire to, although I may never reach it. ...Do you see the difference now?"

She blushes hard at his announcement of how he's decided to show his devotion to the goddess Parker reveres. "How can you say these things when anyone could hear them? Dev! I'm.. I'm" She's entirely flustered.


Kitty:
Kitty wrote:
"Dev!" Parker hisses/whispers very rapidly, in a rather disapproving -yet incredibly flattered and very satisfied and annoyed with her self for being happy about his comparison - tone.

Dev grins.

Kitty wrote:
She closes her legs instinctively, trapping Dev's hand in place.

Dev's grin turns into a smile.

Kitty wrote:
Realizes quickly that she did not in fact just help matters, and glares at him (granted it's a glare full of adoration and love, but still, a glare I say!)

which grows broader.

Kitty wrote:
"We're... we're in public! What are you doing?"

and broader still.

Kitty wrote:
She removes his hand from in between her legs, and holds his much larger hand firmly in between her two smaller ones. She studiously ignores anyone who might happen by, stare, stop, or anything else for that matter.

and broader still.

Kitty wrote:
Her heart pounding from his rogue-ish action, it takes a moment for his words to set in.

until it threatens to split his face in twain.

Kitty wrote:
...I'm just a talented girl. She has a beauty I will always aspire to, although I may never reach it. ...Do you see the difference now?"

"Yes, you're humble too."

Kitty wrote:
She blushes hard at his announcement of how he's decided to show his devotion to the goddess Parker reveres. "How can you say these things when anyone could hear them? Dev! I'm.. I'm" She's entirely flustered.

"What?" he looks around, "besides, we're alone. At least for the moment." he says, "It's not like I told you to ride me right here." he states rather nonchalantly, like it would be the most normal thing in the world. Is he serious, or teasing her again, trying to make her even more flustered than she already is?


Dev and Mana:

Apparently she recovers her wits quite easily. One moment she is sitting draped across his lap entirely flustered, the next he finds himself straddled. She faces him, her legs a shapely inverted V, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest, she is a hair's breadth away, he can feel the heat off her lips, the warmth of her breath, as she whispers into his ear, "Are you going to command me to, my Lord?" She meets his eyes, her gaze entirely wanton.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 straight Charisma roll - seductive vixen that she is.


Kitty:

Dev's eyes narrow, "No." he says flatly. "You are going to turn around and stand before me." and assuming she does so, "eyes forward. Legs together." he commands, standing up behind her. His hands reach around her, travel up the insides of her legs. His fingers take hold her shirt bringing it up and out of her pants before releasing. They brush roughly up and over her breasts, encompass them, groping squeezing, fondling, possessing, then suddenly, they grip the open edges of her fitted shirt, pulling apart with a violent motion that send buttons flying, exposing her front to the open air. His hands slide down, fingers briefly reaching within the band of her pants before meeting at the fasteners, slowly, meticulously popping one at a time. His breathing, laced with desire, tickles the skin of her neck.

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