She begins to speak and a dollop of slightly sweet cream and two raspberries drop into her mouth temporarily muffling her words.
Dev chuckles, whispers teasingly "Bad Kitty", before continuing up her arm spending some time at the hollow just inside her shoulder. Where there is cream, particularly on her more sensitive parts, she can feel it start to melt from the heat of her body.
She nods, agreeing with his assessment. Licks more cream off her lips with her dextrous naughty tongue. Hmmm. She likes the taste. Her eyes are still closed, after all, there's something on them, probably cream or berries, or maybe both.
He keeps her eyes closed at least a little longer, crossing over her body, she can feel his closeness, but he does not touch her. Instead, she feels him again next sucking the sweet stickiness from the fingers of her right hand, then working his way up again. "...and what am I to do with you then?" as he works his way up his right hand follows up near the bottom of her leg, pausing as he works on the inside of her elbow with his tongue, the light touch of his fingers tarry a little behind her knee.
His tongue behind her elbow and his fingers behind her knee make her squirm, she giggles again, the sound fresh and young and cute. She is definetly ticklish. When he has ceased making her laugh, she answers, her voice low, filled with desire. "Anything you wish." Well, once they were both clean. Sugar inside naughty places was a very uncomfortable thing, and since he placed the cream on the outside of her naughty bits, there was no issue as long as they showered before intimacy resumed. And he still needed to get clean too. She will explain if she must, blushing all the while.
"Anything" Dev chuckles a little evilly. "I will be taking you up on that...another time." It seems he has thought of something. Something that will undoubtedly be brought up again some time in the future.
His tongue continues to wend its way up, following the same track as it did on her other side. Up her arm, pausing on the hollow near her shoulder, across her collarbone to her neck, and after much nuzzling with lips and lapping with with his rough tongue, up behind her ear..and then the ear itself, exploring every little crease and fold and crevasse. He explores it most diligently. Meanwhile the cream continues to slowly melt with the heat radiating from her body. "Mmmm. Most exquisite." he murmurs to himself. "I wonder how the softer bits will taste."
She squirms under his tongue and his words, she cannot help herself. The idea of his doing anything he wants to her, with her... it's almost too much, moisture seeps out from between the delicate folds of her sex, mingling with any cream he might have placed there. She licks any remaining cream off her lips. Her mouth slightly open, lips parted in wanting, a low moan escapes. It takes everything she has not to start touching herself. The struggle with her need for him clearly written on her face. Her expression a mixture of bliss and agony. How can anyone have this much desire and stamina? When she is with either of her lovers, and she isn't singing, actively helping someone or adventuring, all she can think of is making love.
His rough tongue runs softly over her cheek, then as the object is removed it runs softly over her right eyelid. The object is soon revealed to have been a raspberry, deposited between her parted lips. His fingers loitering for a few moments near her mouth as he continues clean her face, cat like; first her nose, then moving to her other side, her other eyelid as another raspberry is popped between her waiting, panting lips, and his other hand tarries there, and again, across her other cheek with the same attention now paid to her left ear. His right hand putting her hair in place so he will not trod on it as he moves around her and then his fingers caress her right ear as his lips and tongue attend her left.
"Mmmm. Beautiful Kitten, love, you taste almost as good as you look. I think I will take my time in eating you up." he chuckles lightly before returning to his ministrations.
She greedily sucks at his fingers as he deposits a raspberry between her lips. Her squirms no less as he cleans her with his tongue. When he tells her that he will take his time eating her, she makes a soft noise, somewhere between a moan and groan. Both looking forward to the ministrations, and wanting more. "Not... too much time... I hope." She gasps.
She can nearly see the smile through her closed lids as he continues down her neck, then around one breast, voraciously lapping up the topping, before cleaning the surrounding soft tissue, noisily sucking her into his mouth and eagerly and thoroughly licking up the melted cream that has dribbled down all the way nearly to her back before shifting to her other side and repeating the process. Does he really plan on licking every inch of her body? So far...aside from her hair, it appears he does. "Patience, Kitten, good things come to those who wait. Feel free to anticipate, however." The whole time he attends to her breasts, and the space inbetween, his fingers linger at her mouth, but now regrettably he must move on.
As he works down her abdomen and tickles her belly button, making sure to get every little bit from within assuming she's an innie his hands drop down to her breast, kneading, fondling, pinching. His tongue continues on lapping up the sweet cream, stopping for a minute to suck and swirl, making absolutely certain the area is clean and enjoy feeling her squirm as he does. He is so close. As his hands withdraw, she can feel him looking at her more naughty parts, almost feel his breath there.
Perhaps he is worried about her getting bored, perhaps his tongue is getting a little tired, perhaps she is just a little too "hot" and he doesn't want to waste the melting cream, but as Dev moves to her legs he focuses on those particular areas, with the exception of her feet. He has heard that some girls really appreciate the sensation of someone sucking on their toes, and he has decided to find out if his Kitty is one of them.
As Dev begins to finish Parker's second leg, still playing with her toes, he looks up her entire body, eyes wandering over every naughty bit and curve before finally reaching her face. "Well, my ministrations as a cat are almost completed. I think we only have one more place to clean. Is that not right, my little Kitten?"
Dev places himself between Parker's legs. On his knees, arms across her thighs, close enough that she can feel his breath on her sex. It is the last spot left untouched by his slowly wandering tongue, and there is still the melted residue of cream, along with perhaps something of Parker's own creation in places which shimmers, as the moonlight suddenly enters through a natural crevasse. A hole in the ceiling of the grotto. He stops, almost as if mesmerized, staring at her most naughty places.
Accept for his breathing, and any sound she makes, and the soft lapping of the waves against the walls of the grotto. All of which are somehow not drowned out by the low rumble of the waterfall outside the quite expansive little grotto.
Finally, after what may seem like an eternity to Parker...especially if anticipation is taken into consideration, he does not touch her, but speaks. "Kitty, love? Have you ever thought about having little kittens of your own?" He has not changed position in the least, almost as if he is looking right into her, and quite enjoying what he sees.
She is captivated by the attention he pays her. Revels in his glances, his gaze making her hips move, her pelvis undulate slowly. Almost as if it is her due.
Then his voice sounds amongst the roar of the falls. She opens her eyes lazily, smiling down at him, perfectly content to be studied by him.
A very feminine, and entirely unconscious reaction, her left hand touches her perfectly flat abdomen. Her answer is soft, tone almost demure as she blushes. "Changelings are not known... for their virility. So... there might not be children in our future. But, if they were to happen, they would be very welcome, don't you think?" Her gaze is soft, almost as if she is picturing a small grey eyed boy running amok amongst the carnies wagons, playing tag with his siblings.
Dev smiles up at her, soft, loving, "I wonder if she will have one green eye & one blue? Just like you?" a pause, small lick, barely a touch, but right to the spot he is breathing on, "Of course it might be good to have a boy first, so he can take care of his little sister." his expression is thoughtful, but the light in his eyes turns wicked, his tongue reaches out, takes a nice long swipe, across her anus and up and across the left hand outward side of her pussy, leaving it still glistening, but less sticky with melted cream.
He takes a moment, tasting her mixed with the sweetness of the cream, perhaps the saltiness of just a touch of sweat. He continues to stare at her sex, her body and face beyond, watching her reaction.
"Only if I become a hag. And then we won't have any sons. And I'll be ugly. Oh, and evil and I'll want to kill you. So I hope you don't mind if we have grey eyed children. Because I'd really rather not turn ugly, evil and all Devraj slayerish - just so you can have a daughter with mismatched eyes." She answers with a small grin before his tongue goes to work. Her reaction once he licks her is one of pure pleasure. Clearly she seems to think being worshiped so, by her Dev, is her just deserts. Hmmm. Kitty desert.
"Oh, no. Grey eyes are just fine." he agrees,, "though that assumes those are the only alternatives." another long kick, followed by a number of cat like little ones. "and how many kittens would you like to have?" Dev, having finished "cleaning" her exterior, is now assiduously trying to make it most difficult for her to reply easily. He eventually does get his fingers involved, and will continue until her body tells him she is well and truly satisfied.
She smiles at him, shrugs in response to his questions, that same smile still on her features. Thanks to his ministrations and another very satisfying climax, it takes her a long time to regain her wits and be able to answer him. Her coy voice is purring with the aftereffects of pleasure, "We shall see how many we are gifted with, yes? Why don't we get all soapy and clean and then rinse off under the waterfall, so we can go home and see if we can't make our first one?" She blushes brightly at her suggestion.
Dev smiles, reaches up onto the carpet above him, pours some soap sand into the palm of his hand, replaces it then reaches over and cups some water, letting it dribble onto her abdomen, then again on her legs, arms and chest. He begins to rub his palms together, working up a lather before rubbing his hands over her skin. Pushing into her muscles as he goes, using the soapy lubrication to easily glide over her dermis, but work out any tension she may have as he does so. He seems much more intent on giving her another thorough massage. The cleaning will probably be something more of a beneficial side effect. "I think I'd rather just be happy with whatever pops up, rather than actively try to create your first kitten. Do you think you'd be okay with that? Not that I'm turning down the offer of the process for tonight, here now, but I'd rather do what we're doing because we want to do it, then do it because we're trying to get something done, you know?" He looks down at her, a soapy thumb caressing her cheek, his other soap lathered hand sliding over her breast and torso, before he returns to where he was at, going back to his pleasurable, but methodical process.
After perhaps an hour, he asks her to roll over and repeats the process on her back side, then to her face, picks her up, and has the carpet transport them over to near the water fall. The carpet seems to have an aversion to getting wet and does not actually go under the fall itself.
She nods to his words, letting his ministrations carry her away. After a little while, before he gets soap on her face ...because there's no way regular soap is touching her face, she insists on washing him. And her clever fingers can be quite persuasive as she transfers soap from her body to his.
It doesn't take much persuading from her. She decides she want to touch him and he's more than willing to let her.
Trying to keep him from wanting to hold her, might be something else however. He holds her smooth, slick, slightly frothy body against his as long as she will let him.
She doesn't actually let him hold her for more than a couple of minutes. She grins at him, a little mischievous, but also sincere, "The water is cold and it's getting late. Also I have no clothes with me, because we left them somewhere in the forest. I think we should rinse off and head back." She finally says.
He grins equally mischievously, or maybe even more so. "So I get to carry you into Vitor completely naked?" Dev seems to be relishing the idea. He steps into the rush of water, rinsing off the soapy suds in just a couple seconds. "Rinse yourself off. I'll get you a towel so you don't freeze."
"Completely naked ...but for your cloak." She rinses off, shivering in the cold water. "Hey, can we get our own personal waterfall? I likkkkkke this. But... I want one temperature controllled." She steps out from under the water, and into his arms, and hopefully a dry towel.
Dev pulls Parker up onto the carpet and wraps her in a dry, fluffy towel. "One day, when we settle down, your very own personal magical warm and cold adjustable waterfall." he agrees. Soon they are hovering in a large clearing, he hops off, gathers some familiar things, stuffing them in a sack and hops back on, gathering her up again in his arms. "We'll be back again soon. Any other last requests you can thing of?" He nuzzles his head over her left shoulder, watching the lights from the campfire and wagons growing as they get inevitably closer.
Dev just gapes at her for a second or two, before chuckling "that might take a little more work, let me see what I can do."
As they fly in low and silently, under cover of darkness, he gathers her in his arms, wrapped tightly in one of his cloaks while he wears the other. He slides silently to the ground, deactivates the stone of alarm and opens the door to Vitor, carrying her up and depositing her softly back onto her bed, before turning, retrieving his carpet and all his things, closing and securing the door and joining her and a (sleeping?) Jo on their bed, sandwiching her between them and drawing the covers over them so she can warm herself as quickly as possible in the time they have left before sunrise. "Sleep tight little Kitten." he whispers in her ear, forming himself to her and draping an arm over her as well.
She nods at Dev's words about the waterfall. A small smile on her face just visible in the dark.
After Dev deposits Parker on the bed, she takes off Dev's cloak, crawls under the covers and snuggles against Jo, trying not to wake him and disturb his rest, if he is there. By the time Dev joins them, and rearranges the covers, she's already drifting off to sleep.
Kitty & Jo are probably sleeping soundly. Dev cautiously gets out of bed.
stealth: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19 but apparently part of the sheet is caught around one of his legs. He notices before completely dragging it off of them, but it's possible they may have noticed. He mumbles an almost unintelligible apology, fishes a small bottle out of his pack and slowly, lovingly begins to apply it to Parker's exposed, naked skin.
Dev slowly and deliberately continues his ministration over every inch of her bare flesh from head to toe.
stealth: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Turning her body gently enough that she may stir, but likely does not wake. He recovers the bottle and resumes his position, eventually drifting off to sleep.