Straehan 'helps' her up although it is clear she doesn't really need it. He understood their thinly veiled passions from before. He has a harder time understanding her coquetry now maybe because I don't see it very often. Nevertheless, she is tempting him and the glimpses of her body and watching the delightful movements of her curves is entrancing. When she continues down the hallway, he follows, almost stalking her.
When he touched her to ostensibly assist her up, she felt a spark travel from his hand down to her toes, and all over her body. She starts breathing hard, and wonders whether she will make it to her room. Lureene senses him stalking her, and soon her imagination starts running wild of what he would do to her once he caught her. On that note, she feels the passion igniting in her blood, Gods, he was an animal!
She stops just in front of the door to her room, her eyes burning for him, and seeing one else about, grabs him in a powerful enbrace, kissing him hard, and moaning his name "Strae-hun, Strae-hun, ohhh...!
Straehan returns her kisses violently, growling. His hands are everywhere, running roughly across her body, grasping and lightly clawing. He groan/whispers, "If we aren't by your room, we better get there quickly! I can't stop myself for very much longer."
Does it look like I need to wear perfume, or makeup, or wear a corset, like the Princess Alis? If I am going to do any primping like what you describe, the reason is because it is FUN!
Straehan returns her kisses violently, growling. His hands are everywhere, running roughly across her body, grasping and lightly clawing. He groan/whispers, "If we aren't by your room, we better get there quickly! I can't stop myself for very much longer."
Fortunately, for the both of them, she had stopped only a couple of doors away from her room, and she moves quickly to the door, pulling him along, yanks the door open savagely, slams it shut behind her,and activates the Do Not Disturb sign, and manhandles Strae-hun inside and onto the bed where...
Lureene whirls Straehan into the room and slams the door with a vengeance, fueled by passion. She barely has time to turn around and he is on her - snarling, claws extended. In two swift swipes of his claws, he has shredded her clothing. The tattered remnants fall her off curvaceous form. She notes, with surprise, that he hasn't so much as scratched her skin in the 'attack'. He takes in her nude form with his glittering black eyes. He breathes her perfume in deeply. His eyes instantly dilating to black pools. She can see his desire, particularly when he takes a single nail and runs it straight down his body from neckline to floor, neatly bisecting his expensive robe and heedlessly carving a thin bloody groove into his own chest. He snarl/hisses again and flexes his claws. Lureene has the sense of being trapped in the room with a Dire Wolf. She smiles, she's feeling more than a little feral herself. She intends to drain as much of his life-force as she can, but not yet.
His head shifts to the side, his attention caught. She looks down. Apparently, he nicked her skin once, near the clavicle. A single drop of her bright blood is running in a meandering rivulet down one of her prominent features. He is fixated, moving closer. He licks his lips with his rasping red tongue. When the drop reaches a point where he can no longer stand it... he moves against her, his mouth greedily seeking the blood and the flesh beneath it.
Lureene feels her demonic blood burning like hellfire in her body, the same blood which grants her many and varied protections, now amost completely submerging the human part of her. No one in Limbo, has seen this side of her before, beautiful, passionate, deadly. Her hand glows as an evil blackish aura surrounds it. As he moves against her, seeking her aphrodisiac blood, it takes all of her willpower to avoid engulfing him with its power, which she knew would most likely kill him.
She takes her finger and runs it along her wound, covering her nail with its reddish stain. Her gaze locks on his, and her demonic side has never been more apparent. she allows him to take her finger in his mouth, and sighs in rapture, as his tongue caresses it, and drinks her blood.
Dragons are primal, passionate creatures but they are also keenly aware of danger. Even under the weight of her perfume, the aphrodisiac qualities of her blood which he savours, and his almost insensate draconic passions... he sees the nacreous glow of her hand and knows it promises death. It scares and excites him. He grabs her hand by the wrist and draws it to his face. He seems to smell and bask in the eldritch energy. He is keenly aware of the hazard, but he also sees the demonic desire in her eyes. Some risks are worth it. With a feral smile, he guides her hand to grasp him intimately. He sees the human part of her resist while the demonic part rejoices. She draws a portion of his life essence through her hand. He throws his head back and hisses ecstatically "Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss...."
Lureene, her human half emerging briefly, manages to damp the power of her abilities just in time. She takes only a small portion of his health and vital life-force. She is rocked by the discovery that although she could drain the health from Straehan easily, rendering him unconscious with little effort, his life-force is far more than just his body. It is like an inner furnace of ever-renewing fire, presumably a gift of his draconic heritage. With practice, she knows she could draw very little health but significantly more of his constantly regenerating life-force... perhaps enough to slake her dark desires, her demonic impulses. She is perhaps more stunned to realise that her life draining abilities are causing him bliss. Her knees buckle and she drops to the floor, now eye-to-eye with the fey and draconic little gnome. He kisses her, claws her flanks, strokes her wings, and bites gently - and not so gently - on her neck. He is a tempest of passions. He stops, breathing heavily. His hands are pressed against the door on either side of her head. She hears his claws tearing deep gouges into the wood. She sees only unrestrained desire in his eyes and yet the gnomish core of him is trying to re-emerge. With effort, he says, "Bath or more of this?" She realises he wouldn't care if she drained him to death. He is offering his life if that is her desire.
Lureene feels her demonic urges threatening to overwhelm her human restraint again. Perhaps her first instinct were correct, when she first saw him, she assumed he was a threat. But at the time, she assumed he was working for one of her many enemies. the truth was far worse; he was turning her into her mother.
She starts to drown in her passions, and reaches for him, her life draining aura, fully reignited, fully intending to drain his body and life force, so she can slake her desires and revel in his death. As she reaches for his heart...a vision of a man she had held passionately in her arms earlier, who had shown her what it is like to be an angel, who called her Meri Devi'. A man who loved her for who she was. She could not, would not do this to him, she would not surrender herself to her demonic side. She was not just a demon, not just human, she was both. she is able to come to terms with her impulses and a truce is declared.
She pushes Strae-hun away before her hand clutches his heart, and with a scream of anguish, wills her nacreous glow to vanish. For a moment, the only sound is her panting, and her gasping for air. After a moment, she pulls Strae-hun to her and holds him close to her body. Even this contact starts to arouse her again, but while she feels the burning of her blood, she is able to control it, and maintain control. She then kisses him gently, allowing him to explore her, and whispers, I would love a bath now... She then picks him up and carries him to the bath, and as she draws the water to fill it, she holds him close, and says, "I want you to be happy, Strae-hun, but I will not do that again. I will never hurt you like that ever again."
Straehan nods in understanding. He nestles next to her in the tub trying to comfort her and seek comfort from her... very much looking like a sad little gnome, now. Tears streak his face, "I owe you an apology. I pushed you too far. I didn't realise in what ways your blood called to you... or mine called to me, I guess. But, if it makes you feel any better, you didn't hurt me. Your dark touch... well... it was at the point of pleasure/pain. I can see that going too much more than that point would become something far worse. BUT I want you to know that YOU stopped where I wasn't hurt. I wouldn't mind going there again with you..." He shivers pleasantly at the memory, "but if you'd rather not risk it, I understand."
Lureene holds him tightly to her body, and she feels tears rolling down her face. 'Ohh...Strae-hun, you are a treasure to me, and you mean the world to me. I need to be careful with myself, need to control myself." she looks deeply into his eyes and hers are full of emotions, from desire, to compassion, and passion. "I promise you, Strae-hun, we will do that again, as it is written in our blood. I cannot deny it, and neither can you." She whispers again in his ear, and I still want to, Strae-hun!
He clings to her fiercely, desperately... overjoyed that he hasn't irreparably damaged his relationship with the woman he sees as his one viable shot at salvation. When it is clear, through sound, smell, and movement that her passions are rekindled, his own feeling are reignited. He kisses her feverishly for a few moments and then moves his mouth down to her neck. He feels her pulse through his lips. He licks along her carotid and then sinks his fangs into her neck. She gasps. He sips her blood, enjoying it as no liquor that has ever crossed his lips. He licks her wounds until they miraculously heal in a few moments, a gift of her demonic nature. The blood-passion takes him again but he tempers his draconic nature. He pulls away from her so they can see each other's face. His liquid black eyes almost slits, he says huskily and with hunger "Perhaps we should try something a little more 'conventional' first." He gives her an alligator grin, his eyes locked on hers, as his head slowly sinks below the level of the water.
She groans Ohhhhhhhhhh.... In a few moments she realises he is very hungry, and she does not tell him to stop.
Nell looks up at the long-absent bartender and replies, "They went that-a way!"
Amber nods towards the returned bartender from her shadowed corner. A polite, if distant, smile upon her features as she continues to sip at the last of her drink. Her 'shooting iron' still with easy reach of her other hand draped over the chairs back in which she casually reclines.
Maenír steps through the doorway and stops. Where is this? Is this where I was going? Where did I just come from?
The buzz of the crowd washes aways the hazy thoughts, and he soon finds himself sidling up to the bar and ordering a flagon of dark, hoppy brew.
The door to the bar opens and a dirty, dust-caked human enters the bar. He glances around the common area and any other patrons who cared to observe him can see the look of disappointment and anger that briefly on his face, before he mentally composes himself and walks over to one of the unoccupied tables, and waves the waitress over.
”A glass of red wine, please.”
Mors nods, pouring libations for the two newcomers.
"As you like, gents. Welcome to Limbo."
Stirred from his dozing by sound of clinking mugs, Keane's attention is drawn to his empty flagon.
"Oy! 'Owboot uhnoothah ale, Moars?! Aime week wa thurss!"
Feldus takes a long drink from the proffered glass, and lays down a gold piece in payment. He gazes at the bartender with a look of barely disguised trepidation on his face.
The door to the bar opens and a dirty, dust-caked human enters the bar.
As recognition registers in Mors' eyes, his eyebrows raise up. "I trust you are here just for wine, and not more trouble, today?"
At Keane's barely-understandable roar for mor ale, Mors pours another mug of stout dwarven brew.
Feldus nods wearily, "Yeah, I ain't gonna cause no trouble. ever sinch SHE gave me the slip...no need to be a problem."