"Any specific songs?"
"Don't know any," Rhost admits.
Tomorrow's 'e Equinox. Would ye cook a special meal fer dinner tomorrow? Et requires seven dishes, all start with the letter S. I... took the liberty of purchasing supplies for 'e occasun."
Rhost nods. "What are they?"
Lio's blue eyes look back at you. "And I, you." He replies. You can tell he's still completely amazed as how wonderful everything you've done this evening could feel. One arm goes around you, holding you, with the other hand, Lio wipes some liquid off your chin, and then, with a wantonly lustful gaze, has you lick it off his hand. Once that's done, the hand caresses your cheek, runs back over your ear. And Lio leans forward, and gently kisses you, holding you to him, your body pressed against his. He moves back, with you still in his lap, and then pulls you down with him, as he lays on the bed. "Tomorrow morning, I'll be waking you up." Lio says softly, as he strokes your ears. His hands move slower now, tired as he is, but he strokes your ears for quite a while, possibly long enough, to allow you to climax. Afterwards, he doesn't stop you from getting up, if you wish to clean yourself up, but you can tell he sort of wants you to go to sleep in his arms, just the way you are, naked, covered in his seed, all Lio's.
Her final orgasm of the night is quiet, almost sleepy, as you stroke her ears until she comes, her body moving gently against yours as you do.
”I’m looking forward to it,” she says, as she curls up against you, an arm across your chest and a leg flung over your thighs, and her eyes close.
Lio's hands find your skin as you bare it. Warm fingers move up your sides, over your back, down.
In complete silence, her own fingers find their way to your face, stroking it, tracing it as if attempting to learn the features by touch alone.
Lio hugs you, once you step into her embrace. Her touch light, never smothering. She releases you after a few moments. "I'm proud of you." She says.
The edges of his lips curl up into a smile, an expression you have seldom seen on him.
Jorun seems ... happy.
Still blushing, Lio nods. Reaches behind her to take her towel. Waits for Shae to stand, so she too, can get up.
Shalelu stands, water cascading off of her, and offers Liothonae a hand to help her up.
Shalelu stands, water cascading off of her, and offers Liothonae a hand to help her up
Lio takes the hand, practically spellbound by the way the water runs down Shae's body. She wraps her towel around herself, once she manages to blink. Then takes her little bag with bath supplies. At this point, she's lost the ability to utter goodbys to the rest of the ladies. The only thing Lio sees is Shae.
Once Shae is ready, Lio takes her hand, looking shyly at the taller elf, and shows her to a different pool.
When your caress finds her lips, she sucks the digits of your hand into her mouth, the inside of which is warm and moist. Her tongue curling around your fingers. Tasting you.
Her hands gently run over the exposed areas of your body, seeing just how far you've undressed.
The edges of his lips curl up into a smile, an expression you have seldom seen on him.
Jorun seems ... happy.
She returns the smile. She really is proud of him. Things that took her a decade, he has learned in months. And she's not just thinking about his learning in the druidic ways. Just a few months after gaining her freedom, she would have gone nearly catatonic if anyone tried to hug her. And he was picking things up so fast. Learning at, what was to her mind, a breakneck speed.
Her final orgasm of the night is quiet, almost sleepy, as you stroke her ears until she comes, her body moving gently against yours as you do.
”I’m looking forward to it,” she says, as she curls up against you, an arm across your chest and a leg flung over your thighs, and her eyes close.
As your eyes close, you feel her chest swell, as she returns to her natural shape, she pulls you a little further into her arms, and goes to sleep as well.
Lio takes the hand, practically spellbound by the way the water runs down Shae's body. She wraps her towel around herself, once she manages to blink. Then takes her little bag with bath supplies. At this point, she's lost the ability to utter goodbys to the rest of the ladies. The only thing Lio sees is Shae.
Once Shae is ready, Lio takes her hand, looking shyly at the taller elf, and shows her to a different pool.
Shalelu, who never bothered either to wrap herself in a towel or dress herself, puts her things down on a convenient rock when you arrive at the other pool and waits expectantly.
Lio closes her eyes as she feels your fingers brush over her eyelids, her skin is soft, warm, perfectly smooth. Her long eyelashes, white as the rest of her hair, normally are hard to see without cosmetics to color them, but you feel them now, their sable length. When your caress finds her lips, she sucks the digits of your hand into her mouth, the inside of which is warm and moist. Her tongue curling around your fingers. Tasting you. Her hands gently run over the exposed areas of your body, seeing just how far you've undressed.
You cannot find the any clothes remaining on Shalelu as you run your hands over her supple skin.
A gentle tug on your shirt seems to suggest that you should perhaps be dressed in a similar way.
Shalelu, who never bothered either to wrap herself in a towel or dress herself, puts her things down on a convenient rock when you arrive at the other pool and waits expectantly.
Lio blushes at your expectant gaze. She smiles. Moving up to you. Dropping her towel. Standing on her toes, she kisses you. You notice she has a small piece of reed in her hands as she casts a spell, and with another kiss, grants you Water Breathing.
Shalelu climaxes in a very delightful dream, and then wakes moaning to the reality, her hips already rising rhythmically to meet you even before she is conscious.
She smiles up at you, unseeing, until her mouth is overtaken once again by pleasured cries.
You cannot find the any clothes remaining on Shalelu as you run your hands over her supple skin.
A gentle tug on your shirt seems to suggest that you should perhaps be dressed in a similar way.
Lio pulls off the shirt, followed by the rest of her clothing in short order. It is only slowed because a part of her seeks to continually touch you. A hand, her lips, an arm, her chest against yours. She tries not to loose contact, in the dark. If you touch her chest, you can feel her heart pounding.
Shalelu slides into the water ... and does not re-emerge, moving beneath the surface as easily as a fish. The whole of her is clearly visible through the crystal clear water, her golden hair floating around her head like a halo.
She smiles up at you, unseeing, until her mouth is overtaken once again by pleasured cries.
When you begin to cry out your pleasure, Lio's lips find yours for a long moment, kissing you. He breaks off the kiss after a while, changing his position a bit, no longer writhing against you, nor touching your ears, you imagine he must be kneeling now, as he continues to thrust in and out of you, his hands on your knees. He closes your legs, and turns you over to your side, moving with you, staying inside you, continuing to thrust in and out, his hands run over your behind, squeezing it several times, each squeeze a little harder than the first. Then you feel something slick with lubricant, vibrating energetically, against your rear.
sense motive
You are still laying on your side, you can't see, but you feel everything. Every thrust in which he goes in and out of you. Almost impossibly wide, his shaft filling you completely, almost uncomfortably so. And then the vibrating toy enters you as well. He judges it carefully, the moment you are relaxed enough for it to enter you. And then he is no longer gentle. He takes you. Claiming you as his.
Shalelu slides into the water ... and does not re-emerge, moving beneath the surface as easily as a fish. The whole of her is clearly visible through the crystal clear water, her golden hair floating around her head like a halo.
Lio slips in after you. Not quite able to match you under the water, she cheats, changing shape to gain a swim speed. Lio becomes a mermaid, and quickly catches up to you. She swims around you, in a little circle, admiring your beauty. Several times, she glides against you, sensuously. Her long tail caressing your legs.
Calling out advice and exhortations to his fellows, Kalimac rides Attatoq towards the middle of the front line as he drops his lance and draws his close quarters sword.
Lio gestures mystically, and a sphere of flame appears and assaults the undead by Silmemir. The already dead creature dies permanently in a wave of flame.
Hrunndalf takes advantage of the immediate move provided by Kalimac to rush to the nearest undead and swing his greatsword multiple times, but he is unable to land a blow through the foggy haze.
The undead who had previously been attacking Kalimac across the room finally makes its way to the other side, and attacks Rhost.
Alaric channels once again, and more of the substance of the undead is burned away by his energies.
Looking around the dark landscape, Mel sends a bolt of fire towards the undead that just attacked Rhost. She hits her target, even in the press of melee, and once again the creature takes more than usual damage from the fire.
Rhost to engages the undead. He likes the way they crackle when they fall to bits. Rhost's first blow sails through the misty tendrils -- failing to find its expected result. But as it is right next to him now, he gets a second ...
Attack:
Miss Chance
... Which also misses.
When you are completely undressed, her fingertips begin to trace the whole of you, slowly, once again as if trying to memorize you. After your head, she moves to the underside of your chin, the back of your neck, your shoulders, the tops and undersides of your arms, the backs and palms of your hands, and each of your fingers. Then slowly down your back.
The girl who almost never made a sound, finds it very difficult not to gasp in pleasure, as you touch her so. Her own hands, once you release them, nervously, yet, completely enthralled by the suppleness of your skin, explore you. She touches your face, being very careful not to stroke your ears just yet. Her fingers run down your neck, collar bones, and then lower. Especially intrigued by the perfect roundness of your breasts, she pays special attention to them, before moving on, to your perfect stomach, and hips, and then back up. This time, when she touches your cheekbones, her hands continue, and very softly touch your ears as well.
Myri keeps a concerned eye on Kalimac and her other companions damaged or threatened by the mummies. She again tries to take down the one closest to her. Two of her shots strike, and the undead in front of Rhost seems to sprout feathered arrows.
The other archers have the same poor luck they have been having throughout the battle, however. Shalelu fires two shots which fail to land.
Zaiobe fires two shots which would have hit had she been aiming at the creature instead of the confusing fog surrounding it.
The final undead attempts to beat Hrunndalf over the head, but his armor-clad form defeats its intent.
Current damage:
Rhost -59
Hrunndalf -20, unknown effect
Kalimac -50, unknown effect
Alaric -23
Shalelu -3
Silmemir -5
Attatoq -20
Zaiobe -5
Headless Three (Kalimac) -63
Headless Six (Kalimac) -22
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. = 5’ square ground
X = Rock Wall
O = Crevasse (80’ deep)
f = Flaming Sphere
U = Headless Undead
M = Melinda (and Xanderghul) (5’ up)
R = Rhost
H = Hrunndalf
A = Alaric
L = Liothonae
Y = Myriana
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq)
S = Shalelu
Z = Zaiobe (5’up)
E = Silmemir
Headless Wardens
DR 5/-
To Hit
Damage
MUMMY ROT DC 17 FORT
Spirit Wisps To Hit
Damage
Shalelu
Zaiobe
fumble confirm:
You are still laying on your side, you can't see, but you feel everything. Every thrust in which he goes in and out of you. Almost impossibly wide, his shaft filling you completely, almost uncomfortably so. And then the vibrating toy enters you as well. He judges it carefully, the moment you are relaxed enough for it to enter you. And then he is no longer gentle. He takes you. Claiming you as his.
She willingly accedes to your unspoken demands, and turns her body with undisguised eagerness, her moans never stopping, her body always moving against yours.
When you penetrate her doubly, she shrieks with pleasure.
Taken. Claimed. Yours.
Lio slips in after you. Not quite able to match you under the water, she cheats, changing shape to gain a swim speed. Lio becomes a mermaid, and quickly catches up to you. She swims around you, in a little circle, admiring your beauty. Several times, she glides against you, sensuously. Her long tail caressing your legs.
She loops around you, a hand trailing across soft skin, then shining scales. She is comfortable in the water, agile, and your motions become a sort of dance, like a courtship ritual between two sea creatures.
The girl who almost never made a sound, finds it very difficult not to gasp in pleasure, as you touch her so. Her own hands, once you release them, nervously, yet, completely enthralled by the suppleness of your skin, explore you. She touches your face, being very careful not to stroke your ears just yet. Her fingers run down your neck, collar bones, and then lower. Especially intrigued by the perfect roundness of your breasts, she pays special attention to them, before moving on, to your perfect stomach, and hips, and then back up. This time, when she touches your cheekbones, her hands continue, and very softly touch your ears as well.
She must be trying deliberately to stay silent, to let only her touch speak, because this is the first time she makes no noise when your hands find her ears. If you listen very, very carefully, perhaps you might have heard her swallow, unable to keep herself from having some kind of reaction.
Her hands trace up your sides, then down your front, like you spending extra time on the breasts, and not neglecting their undersides. Across your stomach, then out to your hips. She kneels down as she caresses the outsides of your legs, and then first one foot, then the other, with a quick pause to suck on your toes.
Hrunndalf unleashes sharp-edged ire upon the undead creature remaining before him.
1st iterative attack:
Masterwork greatsword, two-handed, -2/+6 Power Attack, +3/+3 Divine Power:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
Miss chance:
Extra attack from Divine Power:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
Miss chance:
2nd iterative attack:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
Miss chance:
Possible AoOs:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
Miss chance:
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Damage: (crit )
Miss chance:
Undeterred, Rhost swings his Earth Breaker through the Headless Undead. All the way through.
miss chance
ranged touch (-4 for into melee)
fire damage
Mel looks at the remaining undead and picks away at one of them with the wand.
A pause and he can feel Melinda's skin heat beneath his face, "You can pick what I'm wearing..."
He considers. "Pick? Nudity. Complete nudity."
Alaric stretches. "Sure. Could you clean us both up?"
She starts to do so with just a little of her will, arcane force cleaning of sweat, grease, and smell.
He considers. "Pick? Nudity. Complete nudity."
She freezes, eyes wide, obviously not having considered that choice. When a very deep blush, "umm..." nervous stammer. She looks at him, caught. "Okay." Her blush a deep, deep jade covering her whole body.
"You get to explain to everyone."
Myri:
AC: 17
Saves: Fort 6, Ref 11, Will 3
hp: 54
TheoreticalParalysis: 1rnd
Silmemir:
AC: 20+4 (Total Defense: +4AC)
Saves: Fort 7, Ref8, Will 3
hp: 36-5=31
TP: 1rnd
Myri's eyes harden and the left edge of her upper lip curls as she watches the undead fall. (if there are any remaining) She continues to turn any remaining into an "arrow cushion".
to hit1: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt blank(+1)
to hit2: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt. blank(+1)
to hit3: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
other factors: Precise Shot, Improved Precise shot,
Seeking, Clustered Shots
She pulls on the underthings that she'd been wearing when she first woke Alaric and then the loose, very short, black skirt she wore on their date in Kalsgard and the fitted (and now tighter across her baby bump) green top she wore to the farewell dinner.
Dressed she does a quick spin for Alaric, which rises the skirt a few critical inches more, "Okay?"
Around lunch Melinda and Alaric exit the family wagon. Must be a special occasion or something because Mel is dressed in a fitted (now tight) green top and short, loose skirt. The first people Mel looks for are Zaiobe and Reta with a happy smile.
Around lunch Melinda and Alaric exit the family wagon. Must be a special occasion or something because Mel is dressed in a fitted (now tight) green top and short, loose skirt. The first people Mel looks for are Zaiobe and Reta with a happy smile.
The two of them are actually together.
"Hello, Missier and woman Missier got pregnant!" Reta says happily. "Hawk woman teaching Reta how to open shellfish! We practice with rocks and other rocks!"
The two of them are actually together.
"Hello, Missier and woman Missier got pregnant!" Reta says happily. "Hawk woman teaching Reta how to open shellfish! We practice with rocks and other rocks!"
"That's a useful skill, especially with your stepmother's cravings."
"That's a useful skill, especially with your stepmother's cravings."
Reta nods. "Growing babies require flesh and blood to am make them strong and violent enough to survive."
Zaiobe's eyes twinkle just a little.
"That's a useful skill, especially with your stepmother's cravings."
Mel blushes, her skin quickly matching the shade of her top. "When we find a ocean, maybe we can go diving, Reta."
<Not my birthday... but I had fun...>
<Well ... my present is also really for both of you, as it happens. I hope you don't mind.>
Kalimac slashes at the nearest undead abomination with his sword. He directs Attatoq to savage the same monster with his powerful jaws.