Friday smiles, and... a chuckle? A... joy goes through his thoughts in response to her giggle. Seeing her washing he starts scooping up water to wash her wing as well. "I bet... oh? You can carry another person?"
Valeria was caught by surprise, only able to get out a squeal and a giggle as the bardess rolled them.
"Oh come on; I couldn't resist!" she said, "but as for incredibly horny-"
Her hands quickly darted to Ameiko's armpits, tickling them and getting her distracted before making her move, rolling the both of them so that she was the one holding Ameiko down. "Need I remind you who's idea it was to duck up here?"
"Ah, then I will keep an eye open for magical means of flight, so that I may join you one day."
"Hey!" Ameiko giggles a lot when you tickle her and roll her over.
"In my defence, you could've said 'no'." She squirms, playfully grinding her hips against you.
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"What, and leave you frustrated?" Valeria asked teasingly, pressing herself down on Ameiko, lips inches away from hers, the tip of her tail sliding its way slowly up Ameiko's leg, "What sort of lover would I be if I ignored your needs?"
"Although," she wondered aloud, "the idea of leaving you pent up for hours to the point where you'd drag me in here, tearing my clothes off and having your way with me does have a certain appeal."
"I'd love to see that too, with you." he thought as they finished. Watching her spread her wings his mind thought again how wonderful it must be to fly freely in the sky.
"Valeria, if you did do that, you'd be lucky if we made it out of sight before I took you." Ameiko growls in your ear before one of her hands slides around your back to the base of your tail and takes hold of it.
She bites your bottom lip and tugs on it, pulling your mouth into hers for a kiss.
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Friday's serene smile turns into a smirk as she turns her attentions to him, or rather parts of him. "Yeah, it does that whenever you're around."
"Yeah, it can get rather annoying when I'm walking or sitting a certain way." he responds. Having never really bathed like this before he mimics Zaiobe and starts working the shampoo into his hair.
Friday smiles.
"We will need another bath afterwards."
Gasping as Ameiko's hand found her tail, Valeria was completely open to the kiss, which she gladly returned.
"One day," she said when her tongue wasn't occupied, "I'm gonna find some way to get you going as quickly as touching my tail like that does for me. Or would that just be for me to start wearing low-cut tops and leaning forward a lot?"
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Ameiko's hands stop exploring you, and slide up your curves to your face. She cradles your face in her hands and she gently presses a kiss to your forehead.
"You being you is enough for me."
Valeria blushed at the compliment.
"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say. Although I just meant that it feels like an unfair advantage that you can get me hot and bothered with just a finger or two on my tail while it feels like I don't have anything as easy to get you going."
She slid one hand down Ameiko's side, lightly trailing her fingers along her skin down to her hip. "I just suggested showing off cleavage since you seem to spend a lot of time with your eyes glued to that particular part of my anatomy," she leant forward, pressing the aforementioned body parts against Ameiko's chest, "surely I'm not the only well-stacked girl you've been with."
"I know you will." Koya pats you on the cheek and gives you a warm, motherly smile. "Now... go on. I reckon she's waiting for ya."
"I will mama...and thank you." Kasha says giving her mother a hug. Smiling she heads back downstairs.
The berserker looks up at the ceiling in thought. "Hmm... there are a couple of places in the Fire Quarter. Might sell some wine that would be good for a gift."
"Then we start there, and work our way to your home."
He began with a smile glad to let his beautiful battle maiden lead the way. He wasnt even nearly as nervous as he thought he would be.
Friday leans his head back while slightly smirking. "I did, didn't I?"
You come downstairs to a cleaned plate and Lia looking rather content. This time, she has a small menu in front of her.
"When the waiter came back around, I asked if I could see the dessert menu." She says as she waves you over.
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Ameiko shrugs. Her chest rubs quite intimately against your own as she does. "I think you'd be surprised. There was that tattooed sorceress waaaaay back then. And the elf--what was her name? Merisiel?--who wouldn't stop flirting with me."
"Hers weren't as big as yours. And she didn't seem too interested, anyway..."
Kelda is oddly nervous as she leads you out into the cold Desnus winds. "Right. This way."
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You walk in relative peace through Kalsgard's crowded streets, making your way from the doors of the Hunting Serpent and through dozens upon dozens of thronging citizens. Soon, the two of you cross a bridge over the river that runs through the heart of town and into the sea beyond, and the shops and stalls of the Ice Quarter give way to the elegant halls of the Fire Quarter.
She pulls you onto a side street, in front of a shop bearing a shingle. The image of an inebriated pixie is on the shingle. "Here. Looks like good place for wine."
Valeria gently kissed Ameiko's neck as she mentioned the sorceress and elf, but stopped for a moment when she remembered who Ameiko's was referring to.
"Wait, tattooed sorceress? Pale blonde hair, fancy red dress that didn't hide much?" she asked.
"Okay, I'm actually kind of jealous now."
"Perfect! Let's see what fun treats they have." Kasha says moving over to sit beside Lia.
"Eh, there's no reason to be." Ameiko wrinkles her nose.
"She felt kinda distant anyway." She slides a hand up to your tail and starts stroking the base of it again. "I like my sorceresses to have enthusiasm. And tails that can really work magic."
The dessert menu reads as follows:
- Cinnamon-spiced Pumpkin Pie--1 Silver
- Slice of Chelaxian Chocolate Cake--2 Silvers
- Tian-Min Rice Pudding--1 Silver
- Spicy Varisian Fudge (includes complementary horn of mead)--4 Silvers
Lia tilts her head. "I kinda want to try the pumpkin pie."
She didn't even try to suppress the moan that Ameiko's fingers elicited, simply kissing her eagerly once more as she slowly moved the tip of her tail up the bardess' thigh, a last bit of teasing before giving her another taste of the 'magic' her tail could work.
Ameiko hisses before rolling you on your back...
Kelda is oddly nervous as she leads you out into the cold Desnus winds. "Right. This way."
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You walk in relative peace through Kalsgard's crowded streets, making your way from the doors of the Hunting Serpent and through dozens upon dozens of thronging citizens. Soon, the two of you cross a bridge over the river that runs through the heart of town and into the sea beyond, and the shops and stalls of the Ice Quarter give way to the elegant halls of the Fire Quarter.She pulls you onto a side street, in front of a shop bearing a shingle. The image of an inebriated pixie is on the shingle. "Here. Looks like good place for wine."
He smiled at the sign. He gave her a wink and led the way in. His eyes immediately glanced around the place, looking to just get a feel for it.
"A red? a white? maybe a blush? hmm?"
He wondered . . .
"Okay, I think I'll order the chocolate cake, you can have some if you like" Kasha replies.
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Lia claps her hands an a bit of awkward (yet oddly adorable) joy. Once the waiter comes back around and the two of you place your orders, he vanishes into the crowd with a practiced ease.
Several minutes pass idly before the waiter returns with two plates--one bearing a slice of pumpkin pie (the smell of cinnamon mixing perfectly with the scent of pumpkin) & a small fork, the other bearing a carved piece of chocolate cake, glazed with a strange, fruity-smelling red jam. A fork styled like a miniature trident is sticking out of the cake slice.
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"Red." Kelda runs a finger along the shop's wine bottles. "Good for eating with steak."
He didnt actually have a knowledge of wines beyond some basic terms, so he went through the red wines selecting five reasonably priced bottles to purchase and gift to her family.
The proprietor looks quite appreciative of your purchases. With four bottles of Cassomir Red 4700 in tow, you and Kelda leave the wine shop and set back out into the city.
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The Stone Quarter is, in actuality, not a few streets over--if anything, the quarter itself is on the exact opposite side of the Ice Quarter where the Hunting Serpent is. Kelda looks rather apologetic in that regard. The quarter's name aptly describes many of its buildings--expertly-carved two-story buildings line the cobblestone streets and even larger buildings tower over those below in the distance. The quarter rises up a rocky incline to the east.
A great deal of the quarter's residents are tough & hardy dwarven folk, many of them bearing chisels and hammers and marching with a purpose in their eyes. They're simply dressed, but always practically so--even the most extravagant among them still wears at least a solid suit of chainmail under their elegant furs. There are still quite a few humans around, dressed in similar styles to the dwarves.
Kelda stops you a few streets into the quarter. "Here. Home sweet home."
She stands before a two-story stone home, the image of an ox's head carved above a reinforced oak door. Light is coming from the windows and under the door, along with an air of general revelry.
Lia starts munching on her slice of pumpkin pie. "...oh my."
"Now I'm starting to get why this sort of dessert was only reserved for special occasions." She starts. "We'd never get any work done otherwise."
"How's your cake?"
Smiling as she watches Lia enjoy her dessert, Kasha takes her first forkfull, letting out a VERY satisfied sigh of deep content at the decadent combination of chocolate and fruit satisfies her craving for something sweet. "Insanely delicious! Wandering to try it?" she asks.
Lia nods. "I'd like to."
"Just a nibble, please." She picks up her fork and takes a little chunk of the cake for herself, popping it into her mouth.
She wiggles in her seat and her hands shake. "Yum!"
"I know right? It's amazing!" Kasha says with a giggle. "I absolutely love chocolate!"
Some time later, again...
Now Valeria was the one needing to catch her breath for a moment. Ameiko had surprised her with a trick that had turned the tiefling's legs to jelly and momentarily turned her brain to mush. Now the bardess rested her head on Valeria's ample chest, the mage's fingers lightly running through Ameiko's hair.
"We... *sigh* We should really do something other than each other one evening. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing, you know."
The proprietor looks quite appreciative of your purchases. With four bottles of Cassomir Red 4700 in tow, you and Kelda leave the wine shop and set back out into the city.
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The Stone Quarter is, in actuality, not a few streets over--if anything, the quarter itself is on the exact opposite side of the Ice Quarter where the Hunting Serpent is. Kelda looks rather apologetic in that regard. The quarter's name aptly describes many of its buildings--expertly-carved two-story buildings line the cobblestone streets and even larger buildings tower over those below in the distance. The quarter rises up a rocky incline to the east.A great deal of the quarter's residents are tough & hardy dwarven folk, many of them bearing chisels and hammers and marching with a purpose in their eyes. They're simply dressed, but always practically so--even the most extravagant among them still wears at least a solid suit of chainmail under their elegant furs. There are still quite a few humans around, dressed in similar styles to the dwarves.
Kelda stops you a few streets into the quarter. "Here. Home sweet home."
She stands before a two-story stone home, the image of an ox's head carved above a reinforced oak door. Light is coming from the windows and under the door, along with an air of general revelry.
He paused taking in the home and its entrance as if he was merely curious, though a very large part of him was also trying to steel his courage. Paladin or not, entering your lover's home to meet her family the first time seemed as daunting as facing off against a dragon or demon in his mind.... at the moment at least.
"It looks like a nice home, shall we?"
He asked making an arm motion torwards the home.
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Ameiko looks up from your chest and nods. "We should."
"Maybe... some spell research together. Or perhaps I could compose a song."
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Lia giggles. "I've never had it before--never had the money to afford it."
She starts to tuck back into her slice of pie, but she pauses. "Did you want to try a piece of mine?"
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Eventually, you and Zaiobe (by some miracle, surely) manage to get yourselves clean enough to justify getting out of the tub. You re-equip and start walking back to your room, rather exhausted (and rather giddy).
Except when the two of you reach your room, your door is slightly ajar...
Kelda takes a breath, nods, and opens the door.
The common room of this home is dominated by a blazing fire pit in the centre of the room, and a single, long table is close to its edge. Seated at the table are seven people--one blond man dressed in white studded leathers and trying to discreetly feed a large, white wolf under the table; another blond man wearing his hair in careful braids with a drum under his seat; another blond man, this one with grey eyes and half-plate that's covered in spikes; a mousy-haired young man trying to eat quietly; and the clearly youngest one, a blond teenage boy with a chain shirt and a sturdy axe at his side. The two oldest people at the table are a very large man with a white mane of hair and a deep scar over one of his eyes, and a woman wearing practical grey furs and a somber bearing.
All eyes turn to the door and they greet Kelda with cheers. "KELDA! Back from down south, with glory and treasure! Come, have a seat! Regale your father with your stories!" The head of the family bellows, gesturing to a few empty seats still at the table.
"Actually, I was thinking a date," Valeria said. Part of her was slightly surprised that she'd been able to say it so casually now when it was an offer she'd never have been able to voice back in Sandpoint. "Not today, but sometime before we leave Kalsgard, let's just wander the city together. See the sights, try the food, the whole tourist thing. I'd have suggested a classy restaurant but something tells me they're a rarity up here in Ulfen lands."
Ameiko smiles at you, then pulls herself up a bit to give you a little peck on the cheek. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."
"We COULD also see if we could catch one of those storytelling shows or whatnot that they're going on about all the time..."
Even in a daze of bliss and exhaustion Friday noticed the door being open, the institutional paranoia and awareness drilled into him his whole life made sure of that.
"Wait here just a second." he tells Zaiobe as he slowly moves towards the ajar door.
Kelda takes a breath, nods, and opens the door.
The common room of this home is dominated by a blazing fire pit in the centre of the room, and a single, long table is close to its edge. Seated at the table are seven people--one blond man dressed in white studded leathers and trying to discreetly feed a large, white wolf under the table; another blond man wearing his hair in careful braids with a drum under his seat; another blond man, this one with grey eyes and half-plate that's covered in spikes; a mousy-haired young man trying to eat quietly; and the clearly youngest one, a blond teenage boy with a chain shirt and a sturdy axe at his side. The two oldest people at the table are a very large man with a white mane of hair and a deep scar over one of his eyes, and a woman wearing practical grey furs and a somber bearing.
All eyes turn to the door and they greet Kelda with cheers. "KELDA! Back from down south, with glory and treasure! Come, have a seat! Regale your father with your stories!" The head of the family bellows, gesturing to a few empty seats still at the table.
He froze for a moment unsure what to say or do. He paused waiting for Kelda to make the introduction but then instead he spoke up.
"A pleasure meeting you folk."
He began offering the large older man and clearly the head of the family one of the bottles of wine at first, then his hand.
There's an uncomfortable silence when you push the door open.
The sight that awaits you and Zaiobe is one of utter chaos. Pillows have been thrown about, sheets nearly yanked off of beds, and some of your belongings are in disarray. A few moments of inspection reveals that, strangely enough, nothing was taken.
The window in your room is open, letting a harsh, cold breeze flow in.
And a single large, black feather is on the floor.
Zaiobe's eyes widen and she storms into the room behind you. She doesn't say anything, but her expression goes from exhaustion and giddiness to shock, fear and rage in the span of a few seconds.
"Well I figured that one would go without saying, I've heard you talk about the skalds and such up here in the past." As she said that, something occurred to Valeria.
"I just realised - you're probably gonna be really bored while we're going across the Crown. No new performances for you to watch, same audience day in and day out, same empty and desolate landscape... am I gonna be sleeping with a crazy person up there?" she asked with a teasing grin.