"Well, everything is in order in the front. But ill need to thoroughly inspect the back. I cant have you slacking on me." Lio shape changes into what she imagines a drill instructor might look like... muscular, tall, with buzzed hair and a large well shaped male organ. "Now, on your knees and make sure I'm nice and wet, or the next part is going to hurt." Lio stands there looking at you expectantly.
Zaiobe, still close by from casting her healing spell, lays a hand gently on Alaric's mailed shoulder.
Alaric brings Zaiobe into a very tender hug.
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<King high for me,> says Zaiobe.
"Hi." Lio smiles bashfully.
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"King high?" Alaric says, marveling at the return of the vaunted Graff luck.
Lio takes you through several orgasms before she eases up on you. Her tongue licks up along your body as she rises. She samples your nipples liberally for a short while.
"Well, everything is in order in the front. But ill need to thoroughly inspect the back. I cant have you slacking on me." Lio shape changes into what she imagines a drill instructor might look like... muscular, tall, with buzzed hair and a large well shaped male organ. "Now, on your knees and make sure I'm nice and wet, or the next part is going to hurt." Lio stands there looking at you expectantly.
Shalelu's chest is heaving up and down with the rhythm of her breathing. Her body is flushed.
Obediently, she drops to her knees, hitting the floor with a solid thud, and begins making sure that you are very, very thoroughly wet.
"Hi." Lio smiles bashfully.
She pulls you into a tight embrace.
He has no control over her mouth, lips and tongue. But they, along with a very careful application of her teeth, are not abusing their freedom one bit.
She worships him, without a word, with her mouth.
Lio grins. "When... do you think would be a good time? ...to start I mean... I suppose we should wait? But how long?" you get the distinct impression shes worried about rushing you, but her personal opinion seems to run in the sooner, rather than later, category. "and I suppose there's the question of race... should I... not change into other races that might result in a half elf... when we begin to try for a child... "
"Well," Shalelu says slowly, "Given your ... rather unique abilities, we have quite a few options to consider, from what species we wish our children to be, perhaps even to which of us should bear them."
"Should we start trying once we are married? Or is it wiser to wait longer, given our likely circumstances?"
"And ... how many do we want?"
Rustling behind her, then, she feels why. His fingers, humming, slicked with grease, massaging, exploring, penetrating.
She shrugs off her top and drapes it across Melinda's lap.
Lio makes a soft and satisfied sound. His hips move back and forth, so his shaft moves in and out of your mouth. After a while he says, "Trying to distract me... I see. But if you think this will keep me from inspecting you fully, you are quite mistaken. Now, turn around, ass up in the air."
And Shalelu ...
Assumes the position.
She shakes her head, coughing to cover her lapse, "ummm. Cards." And deals.
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"Pair of eights." She smiles, clearly hoping to lose.
"Would you think less of me if I told you that the idea of having a brood of children with you is very appealing to me?" Lio admits. "I think id like to wait until our wedding night to start trying, but... if you'd prefer to wait longer, until things are more certain, I will acquiesce anwyl... I would prefer our children be longer lived than humans, but... besides that... I am open to whatever you wish."
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<Two pair, jacks over nines,> says Zaiobe, not at all displeased to have a good hand.
She considers. "Both of us being pregnant at once might be a bit much to handle. Should we take turns?"
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"Nothing. Less than nothing." Alaric puts the cards down. "The real question is, does anyone want to see me wearing only socks?"
A whimper, deep in her throat, is wrung from her in the lull, her body, so ready and full of need for him. The whimper broken by the sound of pure pleasure as his fingers take her.
Her body tightens around the penetrating digits, screaming for a connection to him. Her back arches, body twisting is see his face as he toys with her. Pleading, needing, wanting, Alaric, love?
Then she turns to Zaiobe, Mel's hands behind her back. Alaric sees her unhook the strap of her bra. She carefully pulls her arms through the straps, one hand holing the cups to her chest. With a smile she leans forward, dropping her hand, and letting the bra fall onto Zaiobe's lap. She smiles over her shoulder at Alaric as she settles back down.
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On the next hand, "Two pair, Aces over eights." She looks at Alaric's socks with a smile.
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<Beats my ten high,> says Zaiobe.
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"Pair of kings," Alaric says. "I'm either really good at this or really bad."
Without further ado, he strips the socks off and lays them reverently in Mel's lap.
<Do you want the top or the bottom, Melinda?>
"Technically, yes." Mel says. "But I say that if Alaric wins the next hand he should get both sets of panties, fair?" With a grin. And holds her hand out for the skimpy white bra.
She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra with a deft twist, then slides it down her arms into Melinda's hand.
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"Ha! Aces and sevens! Beat that. No, wait. Do NOT beat that. I want panties."
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Mel smiles at her mate as she lays down her cards. "I has a ten."
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<Junk. King high. The Universe itself wants you to have our panties.>
Would Melinda object if Zaiobe were a bit rough with Melinda's panties? Mending spell level rough?
She leans in, almost close enough to brush a kiss on Zaiobe's lips, her hands on the other woman's shoulders. Her hands skim downward, following Z's lush curves, catching the underwear and bringing it down the creamy skin of Z's legs. Mel's breath whispering over the other woman's skin.
With a proud smile, Mel turns and hands the prized underwear to Alaric, her fingers lingering on his palm a moment more than truly needed.
Without taking her eyes off of Melinda's, Zaiobe slides her index fingers between the sides of Melinda's panties and her hips. She slowly moves them outwards, pulling the material taut against Melinda's pelvis.
Then she pops her talons out of her fingers and rips them sideways.
The shredded underwear falls to the ground.
She retracts her talons as she bends her knees, her face moving all the way down Melinda's torso until it reaches what has just been revealed. She picks up the panties, stands, and turns to press them into Alaric's hand.
"Um. Wow. You... um... oh..."
She kneels back down, thighs held together in delicate modesty. She deals with a smile.
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"I apparently am fated to lose today." Mel says as she lays down her cards. "Pity me." Her tone anything but upset. "Ten high."
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<Pair of Aces,> says Zaiobe. <Perhaps it's my lucky day.>
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Putting down a hand that neither wins nor loses, Alaric settles back to watch the show.
And hearing them, she obediently rises, walking over to the wall, her back touching the rough wood.
Then she moves only her head forward until her mouth meets Melinda's, and she kisses her, passionately, parting Melinda's lips with her tongue, closing her eyes to focus solely on the touch and then opening them again to see Melinda's face, taking the full minute she is allotted to make sure that Melinda is entirely, thoroughly, kissed.
"Then on our wedding night, let's start trying ... and continue until whenever we feel like stopping." She grins. "We can discuss the species of the children between now and then."
She considers. "Both of us being pregnant at once might be a bit much to handle. Should we take turns?"
Lio nods.
Her smile is both shy, and filled with longing for you. "That sounds good." She says softly, looking into your eyes.
Her smile is both shy, and filled with longing for you. "That sounds good." She says softly, looking into your eyes.
Her gaze mirrors your own. "Should ... I go first?" she asks softly.
And Shalelu ...
Assumes the position.
Lio pauses a moment, taking a small heavy box out from its customary cubby under the bed. An instant later, you feel cold oily tingly lubricant drip onto your behind. Lio's still cold hand rubs it into the skin of your behind, and then pours some more onto his fingers, which work their way lower, down to your clit, and then back up to your bare cheeks. "You're so wet, you don't even need this, do you? Well, you shall be held accountable for your wanton mind. Are you ready for me to inspect your ass soldier?" Both hands now find your hips, and hold you steady, and then, he plunges into you from behind, the tingly lube making your tight opening easier to get into, in addition to causing you to feel even more sensitive to his opening you up.
Her gaze mirrors your own. "Should ... I go first?" she asks softly.
Her tone filled with love for you, her eyes with desire, "Yes, I would like that, very much." Lio says just as softly, but with surprising sureness. "My lovely wife Shae, barefoot and pregnant. Swollen with our child. Well, maybe not barefoot, unless you wanted to be. I'm sort of fond of you in thigh high boots." She moves up, her naked body pressed against yours, finding your lips, kissing you with abandon.
She pulls you into a tight embrace.
Lio returns the embrace. Her limbs around you, she is still very much naked. "I suppose..." She says after a while, "We should put clothes back on. But I promise you, they are coming off again, first chance we get."