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            "You're making me choose just one, not once but twice my Ysmin, it is very cruel of you." Sani replies with a straight face before producing a small ceramic miniature of a duck in her hand. "This shall be the one I keep, now! Which one for a use between us." she states as her hand goes back into the bag.
Both toy are dirrent shades of blue.

| Yasmin Jahandar | 
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            "Why, that's charming!" says Yasmin of the ceramic duck. "I don't mean to be cruel. I don't want to take anything away from you, but here you are telling me to take everything - I just want us to share, not leave you empty-handed with nothing but memories when I have to move on. Giving me these gifts is already so generous, it's making me fear for how you will carry on when you are whisked away home to the endless blue!"

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            "Thank you!" Sani says while admiring her duck. "But memories are nice, and warm, and comforting, my Yasmin. Even surrounded by the endless blue Abyss of my home will only abate me so much without you... also you do realize if you take my bag it will be much more harder for me to carry everything around, correct?"
"Again, thank you, my Yasmin, I have managed to build up a collection I am most proud of. As for the materials... I don't know, I think it is enchanted stone or metal, but it is supple like flesh and warms quickly."

| Mylyna | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Eyes widening somewhat as the feels Mylyna's coils tighten around her lower body, Yelenn experiences a small surge of alarm, coupled with something else....having witnessed the power of the lamae's coils, being wrapped in them, intimately so despite that power was rather erotic, appealing to the part of her drawn to a touch of danger.
Still, it would be bad for Mylyna to awaken to realize she'd crushed her in her sleep, almost as bad as it would be to be crushed. "Mylyna...time to wake up beautiful." she says a bit louder, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear to draw her from the lull of sleep with a stronger urge.
Mylyna shifted, tightening a bit more, as she felt Yelen's lips on her. She finally seemed to wake up and groggily mumbled, "Just another hour."

| Yasmin Jahandar | 
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            "Well if I only take one token, I won't need to take your entire bag," says Yasmin. "This is a useful magical treasure, I feel bad taking everything of yours."

| Your Demented Storyteller | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            ”The toys are in addition to the bag, I feel it would be most useful to you in your travels beyond the door, my Yasmin. Since you were not sent here by your own choosing, them I can only guess at what might be awaiting you on the other side. Any help I can provide you, my Yasmin, I wish to gift to you, so that you may be safe.” she starts, then smiles, ”If it helps, for it does not bother me to to give what I like to who I cherish, if I gift this to you, you can gift me doubly so upon our reunion.”

| Yasmin Jahandar | 
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            "As you wish, dear Sani," says Yasmin. "I shall endeavor to find gifts worthy to shower upon you."
She brings her hand up from Sani's hip to take the marid's hand.

| Yelenn | 
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            Smiling as she caresses the lamae's cheek, Yelenn kisses her again."Alright, one more hour," she says softly, slowly slipping out of her delectable coils to sit on her bedroll, taking out her spellbook to study, her back pressed up against her companion's sleeping body, bare flesh still providing body heat.
Preparing spells for the next hour

| Your Demented Storyteller | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "As you wish, dear Sani," says Yasmin. "I shall endeavor to find gifts worthy to shower upon you."
** spoiler omitted **
She brings her hand up from Sani's hip to take the marid's hand.
”Thank you, my Yasmin. I eagerly await them till then.” Sani says with relief.
Sani gently wraps her fingers around the Sha’ir’s hand, starting to blush slightly as she does so.

| Your Demented Storyteller | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Smiling as she caresses the lamae's cheek, Yelenn kisses her again."Alright, one more hour," she says softly, slowly slipping out of her delectable coils to sit on her bedroll, taking out her spellbook to study, her back pressed up against her companion's sleeping body, bare flesh still providing body heat.
Preparing spells for the next hour
The hour goes unobstructed, save for that one cantrip that has two competing schools of applicable theory but the students from Zsoes are idiots so it is a moot point.
Outside of the flipping of pages and annotating the only sounds nearby is the breathing of her serpentine lover and the stream making it's way gently through the forest. A low mist tries to seep in in certain spots but from your days in Teith you know it won't rise too far just yet.

| Yasmin Jahandar | 
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            "I shall do my best, my Yasmin," Sani said, positively giddy with having the Sha'ir's hand with hers. "Wherever you would be most comfortable, your bed, the divan, the counter..."
"Upstairs it is," says Yasmin, leading Sani back up to her room by the hand, shyly smiling the whole way.
"I must admit this was wholly unexpected," she says as they ascend the stairs, "but I am completely on board with this sudden swerve." She grins happily to Sani. "Now we just have to hope that it all works out..."
Before even reaching the bed, while keeping Sani's hand in hers, she brings her other hand up to touch Sani's chin, then gently kisses her. Yasmin's kisses become more insistent as she brings her hand around through Sani's hair and runs fingers through it, then Yasmin brings her hand back down to undo her cloth wrap and let it fall to the floor. She brings her hand back up to grope one of Sani's breasts again and pauses in her kisses to say in a low voice, "Gods they're so big. Are you sure you're not storing milk in there or something?" She tugs at the ring, lifts and fondles Sani's breast, then continues kissing her heatedly on the mouth while maintaining her caresses, as she steps close and presses her hips and her belly against her lover.

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            Sani nods and follows along after Yasmin. "I am glad," she says while smiling back. "And it will."
Walking with her to the bed Sani wasn't expecting, but certainly wouldn't complain, as Yasmin turns and takes her chin and lips. Momentarily forgetting where they were going Sani drops the bag containing the rest of the tokens to use her hands to gently cup her lover's head as their lips and tongues began battling intimately. She lets a pleased "Mmm," escape into Yasmin's mouth when she hears the cloth wrap fall to the floor, and other when she feels her grab her breast.
When she breaks the kiss finally to call attention to Sani's assets the Innkeeper give her a wide grin before saying in a hungry growl "I don't know, if you're thirsty why don't you see for yourself-ah!" her offer is cut off by a squeak as Yasmin plays with her jewelry and the flesh it is attached to. Biting her lip she's about to add something before the Sha'ir's lips return along her hips and belly, squishing Sani's toy inbetween them as their hips shift back and forth to meet each other.
Moaning through the kisses Sani's own hands begin to wander down Yasmin's toned body, one stopping to find and tug at the ring one of her nipples in retaliation, Sani rather liked rolling her hand over her lover's breast and ring. Her other hand made it down to Jasmine's backside, wandering cheek to valley to cheek again before grabbing a handful.

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            "It's interesting," says Yasmin curiously, "that for so long I've been running from things; from my old life, from my enemies, from my past. Now I'll be running to something - to a future with you."

| Yelenn | 
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            Her mind having completed the complex mental intricacies of binding the magic into perfectly structured manifestations that she needed only trigger with a word or gesture, Yelenn leans against Mylyna, the soft sounds of her breathing and the burbling stream, the presence beside her and the memory of their exhaustive lovemaking, even the low cool mist and the dappling of sunlight combine to deliver a profound sense of peace unlike any she'd ever experienced.
The irony didn't escape the arcane scholar, that in being sentence to a lifetime of imprisonment, she'd apparently found her first taste of actual freedom. Slowing her breathing to a relaxed, meditative state, she leans against Mylyna, humming softly to herself.

| Your Demented Storyteller | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sani stops, her mouth slightly ajar and making soundless words as she thinks of what to respond to that with. "And I shall be awaiting you, as after all this drifting, I now have a place to call home, with you, my Yasmin... thank you... for giving me this. I promise to return all of it tenfold."
Stopping she bites her tongue and looks mischievously at the Sha'ir as she begins to stroke the toy, the gentle tuggings teasing her recovering lips and ring. "Do you like the way it feels?" she asks before a shudder takes her, Yasmin's fingers having the desired effect.
Bringing her hand up she cups the back of her lover's head, running her fingers through her hair, while keeping her gaze on Yasmin's face as she satisfied herself on her plump breast. "My apologies for not telling you this earlier, but your tongue and lips are absolutely wonderful, my Yasmin."

| Yelenn | 
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            Also that snake is sleepy for a very good reason.
Had I known we weren't going to go right to the meeting the new person, there would have been more detail...heheh.

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            Yasmin pauses and says, "Thank you just for... being you."

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            Quote:Also that snake is sleepy for a very good reason.Had I known we weren't going to go right to the meeting the new person, there would have been more detail...heheh.
Sowwy! I had originally considered sending her on a hot air balloon that crashed into the forest to make the meet up happen quicker, but couldn't resist using the Inn.

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            "And to you as well, my Yasmin."
The purring continues as Yasmin returns her huger to Sani's breasts, ending in a long and stretched moaning grunt as the Sha'ir pulls on the nipple and jewelry.
When Yasmin repositions her hand and gives out her command Sani nods while wearing her usual sultry grin. "At once, my Yasmin!" she eagerly says as her fingers just as eagerly slip into her lover's sensitive wetness.

| Your Demented Storyteller | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Ahhh, you just wanted to see if Yasmin would take the bait... which she did... which then made for a new long-term character goal so that kinda worked out! But unless you have something else in mind we should wrap after this scene and get the group together!
Hehehehehe, and yay! But yeah, *nods*

| Yasmin Jahandar | 
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            "It's going to be difficult to come up with gifts that are worthy of you, but that's part of the fun," says Yasmin distractedly. "At least I have some idea of what kinds of gifts you'll like."

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            Sani giggles. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you deem to get me, precisely because you are getting them for me and that I don't even know what they are."
"Something fun? Something blue?" she can't help but add.
When her bottom is grabbed she gently thrusts her hips at Yasmin's, grinding against each while ignorant of the toy. "Oh my, all of those sound most delicious-ah-you think so as well," she says as Yasmin begins to nibble and nip at her neck and ears.
"I have not paid enough attention to your bottom thus far, so firm, so I would love to take and mount you from behind, my Yasmin. Or watching you slowly impale yourself on me and then see your lovely breasts and rings bounce and dance as you try to take it all up and down. Of course if you've never taken anything like this before having you on the edge of the bed might be best, and would also allow the best control from which to stuff and please you, my Yasmin." she spells out in a lurid growl. While her fingers played about she paid special attention to Yasmin's tightness and walls, wondering which suggestion would get the most heightened reaction."

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            "Definitely blue. No doubt about that."
"I'll take the edge of the bed," she says, seating herself there and spreading. She pulls Sani's hand back down to her glistening aperture and says, "Keep going... more." She leans on the edge of the bed, supporting herself with one arm and grabbing at her own breasts with the other as Sani plumbs her depths. After two good minutes of this treatment she pants out, "Give me more... three," indicating for Sani to slip an extra finger into her. When Sani obligingly agrees, she moans loudly as her passage stretches to accommodate. She hungrily bucks her hips for another pair of ecstatic minutes as Sani continues exploring her. Finally she says, "All right, try it now." As Sani withdraws her hand, a thread of slippery moisture follows, connected to her fingers, then breaks away as Yasmin positions herself to attempt to receive Sani's toy. A droplet of clear, slick lubrication flows out of her waiting void and dampens the bedsheets.

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            Sani smiles.
"Wha! Mmm, yes." she lets out when Yasmin breaks away while tugging her by her chain and seating her herself. The view she gets when Yasmin presents herself makes her bite her lip to keep from pouncing onto her then and there. Luckily the decision is made for her when her lovers pulls Sani's hand down of her own accord into herself. At her command she recommits, crouching slightly for a better angle at which to slide her fingers into the glistening Sha'ir.
Her tongue languidly slides out of her mouth and greedily seeks out the fluids escaping from Yasmin's folds as they run down. Reaching down she begins slowly stroking her toy, partly out of excitement, but also to remind herself of its length and girth as she gauged Yasmin's depths.
Seeing the Sha'ir completely lost to the pleasure, putting all of herself on display for Sani to please while she herself began to play with herself made the Innkeeper start to get moist beneath her toy. As she commands for even more Sani eagerly obliges, slipping a third finger into her lover. At the loud moan that elicits Sani begins to drool, not helped by the fact that her tongue was out and lapping about her lover's sex as she bucks about on her fingers and tongue.
When she asks her to begin Sani slowly removes her fingers, watching the glistening strands they bring forth before her tongue wraps around them as she stands. Bringing them down to spot the toy so it is slightly slickened she then steps up as Yasmin positions herself to receive it. "Okay, I'm about to put it in, if you change your mind or get uncomfortable just let me know, okay, my Yasmin?"

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            "I think... nothing I find... could be as good a gift as this."

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            At the moan and command when it enters she freezes, worried she had gone too fast. Rethinking and watching Yasmin’s chest rise and fall and her nod she does as she’s instructed, having her wide toy penetrate even slower, slowly, but surely disappearing into the Sha’ir’s wetness.
”Does it feel good, my Yasmin?” Sani asks while feeding the toy into her lover. Holding her legs she gently rubs them to calm to put Yasmin at ease as she starts to build up a pace.
”We could... switch?” Sani replies with a grin and lick of her lips.

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            "Don't you dare stop!" Yasmin manages to squeak out indignantly.
At last, probably accelerated by her lingering sensitivity from the earlier tryst in the bath, a forceful climax overwhelms Yasmin. Her entire body shudders and clenches and she lets out a rising, high-pitched cry.
Once she recovers from the powerful finish, she fixes Sani with her gaze and says, "Now we can switch, my dear."

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            Sani begins guffawing, almost to the point of a cackle. "I wouldn't dream of it, my Yasmin."
Seeing that familiar shudder and tensioning as she was coming to an end Sani gives a burst of erratic thrusts to send her over the edge as she cries out, Sani giving off a mix of moans and heavy breaths as she pumped into her. Once the wave washes over her Sani flops over her lover, kissing her breasts and chest inbetween pants.
Jerking her head up at Yasmin's suggestion she grins and fiddles with the straps on her hips, causing them to retreat into the toy but leaving it wedged wonderfully inside the Sha'ir as Sani climbs up onto the bed to kiss her on the lips. "How would you like to take me?" she growls, her juices leaking out onto Yasmin's leg now that they didn't have the blunt of the toy obstructing them.

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            Yasmin's eyes roll back as she lies back, catching her breath and her thoughts.

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            Sani happily watches her lover’s chest rise and fall with her breaths, resting in pure bliss.
Not even having to look down to see what the Sha’ir is doing when she sees the other hand disappear before her body shudders Sani sticks a finger down into her own wetness to play with Yasmin’s finger. ”I am ready whenever you are, my Yasmin, see for yourself,” she says as she removes the slick finger to stick into Yasmin’s mouth.

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            Yasmin grins happily, watching Sani in return.
"Now, how does this work?" she asks as she turns it around and places the base against her mound, the toy pointing up for Sani's waiting gap.

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            ”Getting sleepy?” she asks.
Watching her exert herself trying to get the toy out Sani grins before tracing a finger up the Sha’ir’s stomach, just close enough without actually touching to cause a shiver. ”You haven’t changed your mind and decided to keep it in have you? I don’t blame you, it feels really good.” she asks with a chuckle. When Yasmin does manage to finally free the toy from her body Sani’s eyes wide at the sudden gasp, the visceral display of pleasure making her drip upon her lover, her hips fidgeting in anticipation.
She is about to answer Yasmin query when she hears a familiar sound. Placing the base against her lips was all that was required, as it pushed snuggly against her mound as the strands spread across her hips to keep it in place. They felt like flesh, channeling her warmth it gained from its previous use back into her from its base. ”Like that.” is all she says.
Lowering her head, causing her hair to fall onto Yasmin’s neck she looks back up at her lover with a smile. ”Ah, my Yasmin is too kind, expending so much effort to lubricate her impressive sword before she sheathes it into me, such a hallmark of a radiant soul.” she coos before rocking her wetness over the tip of the toy. Biting her lip her hands form fists in the covers as she lowers her hot want onto the toy, eliciting a quick moan from her bit lips.

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            "Not at all, just spent," says Yasmin. "Very much awake."

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            ”Same, my Yasmin.”
When Yasmin takes hold of her and begins to rock Sani starts to let out moans in tune with the motion. ”Yessss, just like that.” she whimpers as she squeezes the toy tightly and begins to work her hips in tandem with Yasmin’s. Letting go of the sheets her hands find the rings on the Sha’ir’s nipples, working them into their motions since Yasmin’s hands were already working on a choreography of the Innkeeper’s flesh.
Not even bothering holding back Sani’s moans got louder as she rode her lover, the toy connecting them channeling the heat and need from one directly into the other.

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            "Good, wouldn't want you to miss out by falling asleep, either."

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            ”You... do not have to worry about that with me.”
Gasping she falls forward slightly as she keeps slamming her bottom down before keeping it there, grinding her hips back and forth as she ran out over the toy. Panting she collapses the rest of the way onto Yasmin, kissing her love’s neck and face.

| Mylyna | 
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            Her mind having completed the complex mental intricacies of binding the magic into perfectly structured manifestations that she needed only trigger with a word or gesture, Yelenn leans against Mylyna, the soft sounds of her breathing and the burbling stream, the presence beside her and the memory of their exhaustive lovemaking, even the low cool mist and the dappling of sunlight combine to deliver a profound sense of peace unlike any she'd ever experienced.
The irony didn't escape the arcane scholar, that in being sentence to a lifetime of imprisonment, she'd apparently found her first taste of actual freedom. Slowing her breathing to a relaxed, meditative state, she leans against Mylyna, humming softly to herself.
Mylyna felt the new warm spot as Yelen leaned up against her coils and the half sleeping lamae began to curl around her companion again. Finally some errant shaft of sunlight made it through to them somehow and hit Mylyna squarely. She moaned slightly at the pleasant heat as it warmed her body and finally began to stir. She rose on her coils somewhat and shifted around to press her chest against Yelen's back as she said, "Morning, what are we doing today?"

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            Feeling Mylyna's ample flesh pressed against her back brings a smile to Yelenn's lips as she closes her spellbook, leaning back into her companion. "Well I was thinking to explore this area a bit more." she says smiling over her shoulder. "Though with the running water a quick bath first might be good. Slept well?"
 
	
 
     
    