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Mel: His hands tangle up in her hair, lightly at first, letting her do what she likes. With each dip of her head, his grip grows slightly tighter. Seems he was almost ready to explode as soon as she took him. He forces her deep, craving the caress of her throat against him, thrusting in and out of her skilled mouth.
As the thrusts grow jerkier, as the pressure on her scalp grows harder. He does as he was bidden: he @#*!s her mouth, using her to bring him pleasure unequaled and loving every second of it. With a final thrust, he is deep in her mouth and only then does he come. He does not have to, but he holds her anyway until she swallows every last bit of him. Only then will he release her, wrapping her up in exhausted and loving arms.
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Mel: As she dips her hand to her panties, he smiles. She's managed to read his mind. "Good girl," he mouths. As she begins to remove the hand, he catches the wrist, encouraging her to explore herself more fully. Soon, the mere sight of her hand undulating beneath the fabric isn't enough for him. With a quick rip, he divests her of the panties to get a better look. Only when she looks on the verge of another orgasm does he guide her hand away. The implication is clear: No more touching yourself until you've pleased me. Then, and only then, will you get what you want.
He shudders as she begins to lubricate him, nodding as she expertly finds his favorite places to be touched. When her eyes ask him, he takes his thumb away and hesitates for a moment. Has she truly earned it? He relents, hooking a hand behind her head and guiding it downward.
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Mel: Alaric stifles a groan as she takes him in hand. "Get me wet. Either lick your palms, fetch the grease... or get creative," he whispers into her mouth.
Minor critiques aside, the way he thrusts against her grip and struggles to keep his eyes open, shows how much he is enjoying what she's doing.
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Kyrademon wrote: "True," Miyaro acknowledges. "But it would seem wise to attempt to prevent such catastrophes as can reasonably be predicted from history and human nature, rather than leaving them entirely to chance." "No one said we would be doing that," Alaric says. "I merely wanted make sure we aren't equating anarchy with evil. Power corrupts, whether it's the power inherent in being a tyrant or the power gained from steering bloodthirsty mobs. I'd like to prevent anyone I can from falling into either trap. Anyone we place on the throne should be considered a figurehead and a temporary one at that while we can transfer the task of governance to some sort of democratic republic." Alaric considers. "Drawing up a constitution is not a bad idea. A group of us -- or all of us -- could meet and begin the document so we have it." "Of course, this could be the most monumental case of putting the cart before the horse ever."
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Mel: He is stunned by the request. Finally, a smile creeps over his features. A nod. "I want that too." His finger curls within her, beckoning. He is relentless, pulling her along quite rapidly. Waiting until she is primed, his thumb brushes her button, once. Twice. Then back and forth, giving her what she has needed.
He quickly pulls her into a kiss swallowing any sounds of her orgasm. Then his mouth is replaced by his fingers, wet with her. "Show me. Do a good job and I'll let you have what you want."
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Mel: "Then you should wear more skirts," he whispers back.
He watches her in the dark, his eyes falling from hers, to her breasts, now much fuller, to the triangle of fabric hiding her. He considers his options carefully, fingers playing over her hips and sides. Decision made, he sits up, pressing into her panties, mouth seeking her neck. He quickly undoes her bra, leaning her back to explore. After a moment: "That's a new taste," he says. Flicking her nipple one last time, he lays her back on the bed and crouches over her. Healer's hands slip into her panties, and he strokes. Slowly. One good tease deserves another. "How do you want it? And be specific."
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Mel: Alaric lets out a very pleased groan, which he catches with a panicked look at the crib. Satisfied the baby remains asleep, he turns his attention back to the perfect minx atop him. He brushes her smooth cheek with his hand, softly at first, but then more forcefully guiding her downward. It's a familiar touch, at once loving and dominant. "Show me how much you love me," he whispers to her.
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Rhost Mab-i-gof wrote: "Galty as charged," Rhost says. Rhost seems more relaxed to be near trees again. Alaric valiantly fights the laughter. He can't reward Rhost for a pun so cruel. So soulless. But it is no use. The laughs escape in a series of helpless snorts and rueful head shakes.
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Kyrademon wrote: "It is not merely fear of the new, although that is a factor. Rapid, unconstrained change can have unintended consequences." "So can stagnation. Really, anything and everything can have unintended consequences. I don't think that the intent of their ordered society was to give rise to a brutal tyrant, yet there he is."
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Kyrademon wrote: "I would suggest telling those you rally to your cause of what your eventual plans are ... but let it be the plan of an empress, who will take power according to tradition and give it up in an orderly and lawful fashion," Miyaro says. "Power in the hands of the peasants is not an unheard of idea in Minkai, but there are many tales of the terrible days of the warlords when there was no law. No one will be eager to depose a tyrant only to replace him with nothing but an untried foreign notion." "'Because we've always done it that way' might be the worst reason to do anything. Yet it's a reason many people seem to find terribly compelling. Comfort of the familiar, maybe. Fear of the road not traveled."
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Desnus 23 - GUARDIAN OF THE WAY
Melinda Sorn wrote: Mel shrugs, "I'm not exactly one of the people who knows how to motivate a group of people and change there thinking." With a smile, "In general I leave that manner of planning to Kalimac and Alaric. I'm much better at the immediate 'how do I keep those I care about from getting slaughtered' plans." Alaric snorts, replaying his litany of errors, screw ups, and mistakes through his head.
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A few tips: Shouting "Because you're a woman" after any of Lisa's lines is the Room's equivalent of adding "in bed" to fortune cookies. It's also fun to point out how much the movie hates women. "Sestosterone" is the preferred way to express that leading man Greg Sestero (Mark) is doing something appropriately manly. Mark's beard should also be roundly mocked. Or have its travel arrangements mentioned. When Lisa asks about money, it's good to speculate on what sort of money she's talking about. Turkish Lira? Deutschmarks? Confederate greenbacks? The possibilities are endless. Pay close attention to which picture Lisa corrects after the fight. You will need to sing the Mission Impossible theme at one point. It should be fairly obvious when. Denny should be greeted whenever he enters a room. When he leaves, it's good to say goodbye to him as well. The poor kidult is fragile. Would you like to try the cheesecake? Everything's free!
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Rhost Mab-i-gof wrote:
He doesn't, but he often shows up for a Q&A and occasionally to recite one of Shakespeare's sonnets.
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Myriana Bayden wrote: Myri, having just finished cleaning her plate perks up. She looks around, perhaps just a bit nervously begins to stand up then looks over at Lio, ducks her head, smiles and gestures towards the Family Wagon, and sits down again. "Ar ôl i chi. gallaf aros." "So that's how you say that in elven," Alaric mutters to himself.
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Mel: "Bringing her into he world was just the first step on a long, long journey." Alaric is content to sit with the baby until Ameiko and Koya come in.
I'm thinking we do the meet the baby scenes in flextime for whoever wants them. If you're good with this, one or the other of us can make an announcement on the main thread.
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Alaric scampers over to the cooling food, fixing up a plate, and nearly running headlong back into the family wagon. He pauses, turning to Ameiko and Koya. "Your presence has been requested. Give Mel a little time to eat and come on on." Family Wagon: Alaric comes in, beaming, holding a plate of whatever Rhost made. Looking down at the tiny girl, he says, "Trade you."
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liothonae cromvathar wrote: "Thank ye Alaric." She tells him, for his sharing of the good news. Her smile is genuine. She's excited to meet Milena when Mel was feeling up to visitors later. "Rhost made dinner, did ye all wont some?" Lio asks the three exhausted people. If people are hungry, Lio helps Rhost serve dinner, taking care not to give Myri anything that might easily break if it were to drop to the ground. Alaric collapses by the fireside. "Sure. Thanks, Rhost," he manages.
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Desnus 23 - GUARDIAN OF THE WAY
Kyrademon wrote:
"And replace him with a representative democracy based on the inalienable rights of all sentients."
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Kyrademon wrote: Various other people contribute useful supplies - including a large stack of diapers from Koya, a set of pacifiers and teething rings from from Spivey, a baby sling from Uksahkka, a chew toy from Attatoq, a pair of booties from Ulf, a sheaf of lullabies arranged for flute from Ameiko, a soft cap from Sandru, and a variety of other items. Alaric thanks everyone, genuinely touched by this show of love and support.
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Family Wagon:
As Alaric's eyes refocus from his hands-free examination, he smiles. "Both of you are doing fine," he says softly. "If you need anything..." he points to his temple, and gently escorts Zaiobe and Reta from the wagon. Around five hours after helping Mel into the truck, Alaric emerges with Zaiobe and Reta, looking exhausted and overjoyed. He stops dead in his tracks at Rags, then shrugs, and scratches the rhino behind the ear, then leads him away from the wagon. Once he's a reasonable distance away from the family wagon, he comes to the fire. "Mel and the baby are fine. They're sleeping now. When she's ready to have visitors, you can go in one at a time."
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Alaric breathes a little easier. He was convinced Buttersnips was going to give the most terrifying stuffed animal in history. As it is, there is merely a mobile beckoning their child into its hellish skymaw. The clothes he inspects closely. Once he determines that the jumpers actually have built in handles, he nods appreciatively. "Thank you," he says to all three women. As for the dagger, he admonishes Hrunndalf: "She's going to be a healer." Alaric breaks into a smile. "Just kidding. She's going to be... something neither Mel nor I can foresee. Thank you."
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Melinda Sorn wrote:
When Alaric sees the gifts, he lets out a very pleased laugh. "Thank you, Myri. Those are perfect. Just perfect."
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Mel: Alaric smiles. "She'll grow," he says with gleeful humor. The joke, mixed with the simple, wonderful truth: she'll grow because she has a lifetime. She is a person. Made by the two of them.
He kisses Mel's head. "You two should sleep. I should make the announcement to the group. They'll want to see you both, but that has to be on a one at a time basis. And only when you're feeling well enough."
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Mel: Alaric rather insistently turns Melinda around, divesting both of them of just enough. He pushes into her just as quickly, their bodies having been apart for far too long. It seems he isn't looking for anything fancy. Just a reaffirmation of their connection. And perhaps encouraging their recalcitrant daughter to get the hell out of there.
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