Drago had a lot going through his head, and he certainly wished that sleep was something that he was capable of, but he was certainly in no mindset for other activities. Caressing her cheek and looking lovingly into her eyes, "Other than rubbing your feet, back, neck, or whatever else is sore until you go to sleep, not really."
Yulia shakes her head. "I think I'll just get ready for bed and perhaps make a cup of tea."
"You get ready, I think I can handle making tea."
"Thank you," Yulia says as she heads to the bedroom.
He body still quivering from the little aftershocks that radiate through her, Rhadaya melts into the kiss that is the living expression of passion. Held by Tes, inundated with more love than she could ever imagine and overflowing with the same, it is those beautiful words that draw tears of joy from her own eyes. ”I have never felt as loved as I do by you Tes. Never felt as safe as I do in your arms. Never laughed the way I do with you. You are the best thing to have every happened to me and I will never be finished showing you how much I love you.” she responds looking into her love’s eyes and leaning up to kiss her again.
As she does, her passion reignites along with the need to make her beloved feel the way she just did. Her hands begin to roam Tes’ body as she kisses her way down her neck, one hand caressing her wife’s lovely rear as the other finds her breasts, gently rolling a nipple between thumb and fore finger.
Drago headed into the kitchen and started the kettle as he looked for the tea. Managing to find it just as the kettle started to hiss. Getting a mug, he carried the tea and kettle into the bedroom. "I'm not sure how strong you like it, so I brought it all to you."
Yulia raises an eyebrow. "Well, I could have come into the kitchen to take care of that."
She takes a liberal pinch of tea leaves and puts it in the bottom of the mug before adding the water. "That's going to need to sit for a little bit, so let's head to the living room."
She loved absolutely everything about her wife, every inch of her body, every glimmer of her beautiful soul.
As she feels Tes, body moving beneath her, aching for more, she slowly trails her tongue along the inside of first one thigh, then the other as they part, alternating with kisses as she works her way back up to her sacred treasure. Looking up along her wife’s body the sorceress smiles as she takes the fist few flicks of her tongue, tasting the delicious nectar of her beloved, her fingers gently parting her delicate folds to access the tender bud, her tongue lapping up her sweet juices as she devotes herself to pleasuring the woman she loves.
Cocking her head to the side, Celia takes in the young woman, practicing with her spear. While she at least had a basic idea of how to use the weapon, she clearly didn't exhibit either training or a natural gift for weapons.
The Anizari healer's natural perceptiveness made it clear that the half elven girl was more than a little frustrated. "Uhm...you may want to adjust your grip. If you hold it near the end like you're doing you don't have much control."
'I sound like Sister Uriah...though nowhere near as harsh I hope. she thinks in amusement, remembering her training as a little girl.
Startled, Elsa turned around and pointed the spear at the newcomer. Realizing she's not a threat, the Half-Elf lowered her spear, "Thanks. Got any other tips? I haven't used this thing in ages."
Drago followed Yulia to the living room.
Charity walks near the beach, seeing the Anizari who was with Sadhana and Ylrhea earlier helping a half-elf. She continues on and nearly runs into Clara. "Oh, sorry..."
Yulia sets the mug on the coffee table and takes the kettle and tea back to the kitchen. She then returns and sits on the couch. "Well, that was an eventful day. It was kind of fun."
Clara smiles. "Oh, don't worry about it. Taking a walk?"
Charity nods. "Couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?"
"Just thinking about things," Clara says as a dark-garbed woman with grey tattoos passes them. The paladin shivers involuntarily.
Charity glances back at the woman before returning her attention to Clara. "Yeah, I completely understand that. Nothing horrible, I hope?"
Clara shakes her head, her red hair swishing back and forth. "No...just trying to find my place in Valwick."
"Sounds like we're in the same boat," the halfling says. "Want...want to go sit somewhere and talk? I...I've got time."
"Sure," Clara says, walking toward the Old Fish. "I'll buy you a drink."
"You don't have to, but it would be appreciated," Charity says, walking beside the paladin.
Esme walks out of the Old Fish as Clara and a halfling approach. She says nothing but smiles at the paladin before heading home.
Clara lets out a quiet sigh as Esme departs. "Uhh...yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing. She's...just my ex...that's all," Clara says. "Ex-girlfriend, not ex-wife...though I have one of those too."
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"So...you like girls? That's good...I mean, not like I'm looking. I...wow, this is getting weird. I can go."
"We're just going to talk," Clara says. "This isn't a date...unless you want it to be."
"Does...this happen often?" Charity asks as she gets a table for the both of them.
"Maybe since I'm such an insecure person who is slightly codependent," Clara says with a self-depreciating chuckle.
Ieyasu approaches the newcomers' table. "What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll take a bottle of Blue Ribbon Special," Clara says. "We'll share."
"Anything to eat?" Ieyasu asks.
"Hungry?" Clara asks Charity.
"Maybe a little."
"Well for one thing, your feet could be a bit further apart. You'll have better balance that way." Celia answers. "I can show you if you like."
"A small plate of sushi, please, Ieyasu," Clara orders.
She arches her back slightly. "I've missed your touch."
Konstantyná disentangles herself from Lucy's arms as she hears a knock at the door. She tosses on a robe. "I'll be back."
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As Rhy continues bathing her in kisses and tantalizing licks here and there she lifts her hips subconsciously to meet her love's talented tongue. Grabbing fistfuls of sheets she writhes under her as she is given more pleasure than she could ever imagine. Every other thought melts away as they seem to become one flesh, the steady rise of pleasure building toward what would be the most amazing and explosive climax she had ever experienced. Unable to do anything else, she just lies there at her wife's tender mercy and cries out softly occasionally. She moans out her wife's name as she's brought closer to her crest.
Lucy nods sleepily. "Don't be long."
"I'll try," the midwife says, heading downstairs. She opens the door to see who is there.
Divitia smiles wanly at Konstantyná as the midwife opens her door, an arm around Aliethia's waist. "I'm sorry for disturbing you. It's just that...Lili isn't feeling well and...we thought maybe she might be..."
Konstantyná sighs with relief. "Oh, I thought this would be something bad."
She lays a hand on Aliethia's stomach. "Congratulations."
Aliethia gives Konstantyná a trembling smile before bursting into tears. "Will it be a boy or a girl?"
"A boy. A normal half-elf," the midwife answers.
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Divitia grins. "Thank you, Konstantyná. Sorry for disturbing you."