The Story of the Stone: Kyrademon's Jade Regent PBP, Part III

Game Master Kyrademon

Alaric gives both Ameiko and Zaiobe a mouthed "thank you" when Mel's back is turned.

As she sates the odd craving though, she seems more herself. She looks over at Ameiko, with a mischievous smile, "Other than learning how to handle his sword, how goes the dating thing with Hrunndalf?"

He'll eat whatever the locals normally have for breakfast, and does his best to mask the odd mix of affection, amusement, and revulsion the sight of his beloved chowing down clams and ketchup. At Mel's question, he perks right back up and directs his attention toward Ameiko.

Mel looks down at the baby bump, then up, "How in the world... Nine months of this morning... How would you stay sane?"

”I don’t think it’s quite this bad for the entire nine months,” Ameiko says.

"Baby shower?" Mel asks, the words sounding a bit lost in her mouth.

<Did you want one?> Zaiobe asks. <It’s a convenient way to pick up clothes, diapers, a crib, and suchlike, if nothing else.>

"Actually..." looks at Ameiko, "After breakfast..." and then a rush of words, "maybewegofindRhostandworkonyourfighting?" She looks at Alaric, "Mom warned me that I may feel a bit... agressive... as Milena got bigger." She coughs, clears her throat, "In between the bouts of wanting to curl into a ball, all I wanted to do was find something threatening and kill it... perhaps throw up on it..." She looks down, "Maybe if I work off that energy on Rhost, I won't try to kill the village bully."

Ameiko nods. “I like this idea. After breakfast, let’s go beat up Rhost.”

When the food arrives, Alaric says, "Do you want me to order anything for you two?"

Ameiko’s eyes flick to the clams, and she says, ”No, thank you.” Zaiobe does not seem put off by the food, but she also demurs.

As she sates the odd craving though, she seems more herself. She looks over at Ameiko, with a mischievous smile, "Other than learning how to handle his sword, how goes the dating thing with Hrunndalf?”

”It doesn’t go,” Ameiko says. ”Not anymore, anyway. He asked me for a decision on it one way or the other, and I told him I thought we got along a lot better when we were friends and nothing more. Which is what I do think, actually.”

"Woman soup," Ameiko says, luxuriating in the warm water, "Is my favorite soup."

"Thank you." She says quietly, after the hug. Her gaze turns to Melinda, and she wonders if it's ok to hug her great granddaughter as well. She errs on the side of caution, and doesn't initiate the contact, though she smiles at Melinda, her expression warm and caring.

Mel grins back, obviously happy for Lio. Sense Motive 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Mel cautiously spreads her arms, inviting a hug, but nor moving toward the elven woman.

”I don’t think it’s quite this bad for the entire nine months,” Ameiko says.

"I'd be surprised if it were. Even so, I have a ton of experience treating the symptoms, so relief is just a poke in the ribs away."

<Did you want one?> Zaiobe asks. <It’s a convenient way to pick up clothes, diapers, a crib, and suchlike, if nothing else.>
"That's a good point. I keep forgetting that I should probably go out and actually do that. And also get some kind of earplugs for Reta, Zaiobe and Uksahkka"

”It doesn’t go,” Ameiko says. ”Not anymore, anyway. He asked me for a decision on it one way or the other, and I told him I thought we got along a lot better when we were friends and nothing more. Which is what I do think, actually.”
Alaric nods sympathetically. "He's handling it well. Better than I would have."

Alaric nods sympathetically. "He's handling it well. Better than I would have."

"I think he was a little bit relieved, actually. I don't blame him. We had an epically bad date. I was surprised he had any interest left at all, afterwards."

"I'd be surprised if it were. Even so, I have a ton of experience treating the symptoms, so relief is just a poke in the ribs away."

Mel reaches over to squeeze his hand and mouths a relieved 'thank you'.

"That's a good point. I keep forgetting that I should probably go out and actually do that. And also get some kind of earplugs for Reta, Zaiobe and Uksahkka"

Mel nods, smiles, "Baby shower then." She looks at Alaric, "And we will make sure to have thank yous for the other people who are going to have to deal with our little leek."

"I think he was a little bit relieved, actually. I don't blame him. We had an epically bad date. I was surprised he had any interest left at all, afterwards."

Mel leans over to hug the bard. "I'm not. He isn't the brightest, but he knows a good woman when he sees her." She smiles, "You both seem more comfortable around each other with that off the table." Quietly, "And that means that you don't have to feel pressured about anyone else either."

Mel nods, smiles, "Baby shower then." She looks at Alaric, "And we will make sure to have thank yous for the other people who are going to have to deal with our little leek."

<Baby showers, bridal showers ... we're going to have a lot of showers this spring.> Zaiobe does not seem at all upset by this fact.

Mel leans over to hug the bard. "I'm not. He isn't the brightest, but he knows a good woman when he sees her." She smiles, "You both seem more comfortable around each other with that off the table." Quietly, "And that means that you don't have to feel pressured about anyone else either."

"Oh, he's not a bad guy at all. I mean, sure, if there's a foot lying around, he'll shove it in his mouth, but he always meant well ... until he started getting romantic notions about me. Then he got weird, and I got weird back at him, and it was ... weird."

"But I had my talk with Kalimac about keeping things casual for now long before this all went down. So that took some of the, the pressure off beforehand."

"Oh, he's not a bad guy at all. I mean, sure, if there's a foot lying around, he'll shove it in his mouth, but he always meant well ... until he started getting romantic notions about me. Then he got weird, and I got weird back at him, and it was ... weird."

"But I had my talk with Kalimac about keeping things casual for now long before this all went down. So that took some of the, the pressure off beforehand."

Mel smiles at Ameiko, "Sounds like you have all your problems well in hand."

Mel's hand goes cautiously to her mouth when she hiccups at the completion of her clams. When it she is certain that her body isn't going to change its mind about the meal, she stands up. "Okay, we're happy. Now lets find something to kill..." She stops, "go ... find ... Rhost for sparring." She says carefully. "Z? Do you want to come? Or stay here and read?"

Either way, Mel finds clothing appropriate to getting hit in the head by a barbarian and changes into it. As she does so, slightly muffled, "Normally we fight barehanded, but... If you keep the sheathe on the Shrike... it'll be more of a workout for you and it will keep you from hurting either of us too badly, I think."

Mel smiles at Sandru, a impish light in her eyes as she whispers near-inaudible to Uksahkka. "Alaric is trying to play match maker a little bit. He likes you and Sandru, wants you both to be happy." Her smile for Uksahkka is much sweeter, "Do you want me to stay and play duenna? Do you want me to make sure that Sandru remembers how to get home? Do you want me to pour you another drink and find another 'I never..'?" With a shrug, "Since you seem a little blindsided."

Uksahkka's eyes take a very long time to focus on Melinda.

"He's nice," she finally says.

Mel smiles at Ameiko, "Sounds like you have all your problems well in hand."

"I wish," says Ameiko.

Zaiobe passes on observing the fisticuffs, and Ameiko and Melinda go off to find and pummel Rhost.

"Kelda Oxgutter," she says. "Family in Kalsgard, but ..." She makes a gesture that somehow indicates a bird leaving a nest. "Live here."

"Am here," Rhost makes the large gesture again, "For vow. Protection. Grim."

Rhost looks at his feet, then back to Kelda.

"Found more joy than expected."

Uksahkka's eyes take a very long time to focus on Melinda.

"He's nice," she finally says.

Mel smiles, "I'm going to try to sober up Alaric." She smiles at Sandru as she stands, "We will be back in an hour or so, but," she hands the mostly empty bottle to Uksahkka, "maybe you guys want to talk for a little while longer?"

And she meets Alaric at the door. <I believe one of us had a whole naked on ice on their to-do list?> She grins up on him, <Do you have the spell needed for that?> Not drunk herself, she's blushing a deep, hot jade as she looks into his eyes.

Once outside, "She thinks he is nice, so maybe we can find someplace to cuddle for a bit?"

Rhost looks into his nearby bottle, which seems to have become empty.

He holds it up over his head and peers inside, at which point something alcoholic drips into his eye.

"Rg -- no message."

While you are searching for Rhost around and about Ul-Angorn, Ameiko suddenly asks, "Did you ever meet Sandru's half-brother, Alder? You probably didn't, he wasn't raised in Sandpoint."

"Am here," Rhost makes the large gesture again, "For vow. Protection. Grim." Rhost looks at his feet, then back to Kelda. "Found more joy than expected."

She actually blushes, just a little.

"Came here following a boy I liked, myself," she mumbles, apparently to her toes.

"Thanks for staying with me, Z." Alaric curls up with his book, hesitates, and then: "When you come back, do you mind being a pillow?"

<I wouldn't mind it at all,> she answers.

While you are searching for Rhost around and about Ul-Angorn, Ameiko suddenly asks, "Did you ever meet Sandru's half-brother, Alder? You probably didn't, he wasn't raised in Sandpoint."

Her attention drawn fully to Ameiko, Mel thinks. "I... didn't even know that Sandru had a half-brother... What is he like?"

<One that would be meaningful to her, I would suggest,> Zaiobe answers. <Which could, of course, simply mean one that will be given to her by you.>

<Meaningful?> She thinks out loud. Well, not out loud, but, loud enough. And then she gets an idea of designing something, and having someone make it custom. A small smile unfolds. <I think I have an idea.> She says, mysteriously.

Then she wonders something. <I didn't know that there were events around the wedding, in a shower... do we have to wait for a rainy day?>

Her cries of passion become an endless, single cry. When you come inside her, your mouth against hers, her muffled voice rises and breaks. All her limbs encircling you, holding you tightly.

Spent and slowly softening inside you, Lio lowers his head, to rest it on your chest. He's still breathing hard, and takes a few minutes to calm down, staying in your embrace. Holding you, nuzzling your breasts, off an on. After a while, Lio changes shape, back to her female form. She props herself up on an elbow in the snow, looking at you. "You're only wearing half your clothes, anwyl." She remarks softly, her voice heavy with lingering lust. "Let's get you dressed and back to the wagon? We... could cuddle under the blankets?"

supplies to make pork-filled buns
chocolate and cake supplies

oil for naughty time (or... alchemical grease, but smells good?)
book with planar information, but with ... exotic illustrations of said planar creatures (50 gp)
mystery series set in no doubt fictional version Absalom (3 books ~ 60 gp)

massage oils
a lingere set that works with the baby bump (30 gp) in green

There is a moment when Mel's desire to have Alaric to herself on his birthday comes across crystal clear. "I know that Alaric would love to have both of us lavish attention on him on his birthday." She believes the words, she just isn't wholly happy about it.

<Sorry, Z.> She hugs the smaller woman. <Take my jealousy as a compliment to how hot you are?> her mental voice small and a little ashamed.

<Maybe...> she smiles hesitantly, <maybe if you could help me have some time alone with Alaric when he wakes up in the morning?>And then with a little more assurance, <And that evening... so that he can prepare lesser restoration... we can plan something really special for him together?>

She enters you completely. Her eyes meet yours as you look over your shoulder and she smiles. Still slowly at first, she begins moving back out, and back in, her hand still stroking you as she does.

Small moans come forth non stop, as the animated toy moves in, and out, and in. You stroke him, pleasuring him, while at the same time, the toy lights up every nerve ending, and so many sensitive spots dance and come alive. It's so intense and wonderful that Lio is no longer thinking or able to focus on anything but what you're doing. He is under your spell.