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."
"Well," she says, parting from you only reluctantly. "If you promise."
"My ass is ready for inspection MA'AM!" she says, the last word somewhere between a gasp and a shout as you enter her.
"Has your education been so lacking that you can't tell the difference between a Sir and a Ma'am? Clearly I'll have to correct that aspect of your training, soldier." Lio whispers into your ear, then leaving your ass completely, before plunging back in again. "The correct form of address is, SIR." One hand leaves your hip, and you feel something vibrating against your clit, and then being pushed into you. Also covered in the lube, it slips in, with little resistance, even though you're already being filled from the rear. "Now, how do you properly address me, soldier?" He leaves the vibrator inside you, doesn't take it out or move it, but his hips work steadily, and he's ramming into your behind, (&@$*%! you hard.
When Zaiobe breaks the contact, Mel's lip move upward in a pleased smile. Her entire being radiating 'good kiss' vibe.
"Ooo," she moans, pressing back against you, covering you with kisses. "Pregnant. Big with your child. And wearing nothing but thigh high boots."
Lio squirms, hips undulating, pelvis moving against you, her sex having found yours. She's slick with moisture. "You will be the most stunning, gorgeous pregnant woman, in all of the world. We'll have to adjust our lovemaking positions a little, when you swell, but I think we can be creative."
A moment later, Lio adds, "I think I want to see you in nothing but your thigh high boots right now." She bites her lip, and pulls away from you, and very quickly retrieves your boots. Her expression is naughty.
"Well," she says, parting from you only reluctantly. "If you promise."
"I'll let you keep my undergarments as collateral." Lio promises. And then gets dressed, but leaving her smallclothes off. "And I promise not to wear any until we can both be naked again." She adds, very very seductively, as she offers you her panties and bra, holding both out to you with a coy expression.
straight charisma, no bonuses added that might apply
Lio squirms, hips undulating, pelvis moving against you, her sex having found yours. She's slick with moisture. "You will be the most stunning, gorgeous pregnant woman, in all of the world. We'll have to adjust our lovemaking positions a little, when you swell, but I think we can be creative."
A moment later, Lio adds, "I think I want to see you in nothing but your thigh high boots right now." She bites her lip, and pulls away from you, and very quickly retrieves your boots. Her expression is naughty.
She makes a faint sound of protest when you pull away, which vanishes when you bring out the boots.
"I think," she says, pulling them on, "That we are capable of being ... creative."
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<Ace high.>
"I'll let you keep my undergarments as collateral." Lio promises. And then gets dressed, but leaving her smallclothes off. "And I promise not to wear any until we can both be naked again." She adds, very very seductively, as she offers you her panties and bra, holding both out to you with a coy expression.
She takes the underwear and tucks them into her pack. "I'll be thinking about that fact ... a great deal," she says.
"Has your education been so lacking that you can't tell the difference between a Sir and a Ma'am? Clearly I'll have to correct that aspect of your training, soldier." Lio whispers into your ear, then leaving your ass completely, before plunging back in again. "The correct form of address is, SIR." One hand leaves your hip, and you feel something vibrating against your clit, and then being pushed into you. Also covered in the lube, it slips in, with little resistance, even though you're already being filled from the rear. "Now, how do you properly address me, soldier?" He leaves the vibrator inside you, doesn't take it out or move it, but his hips work steadily, and he's ramming into your behind, (&@$*%! you hard.
she calls out, her voice vibrating, her body shaking, bucking, spasming.
She makes a faint sound of protest when you pull away, which vanishes when you bring out the boots.
"I think," she says, pulling them on, "That we are capable of being ... creative."
"Wow." Lio breathes, dazzled by how beautiful you are, by how sexy those long boots make your even longer legs look. She kneels down between your legs, her hands running over one boot, to where it ends and meets your soft skin. She leans forward and kisses your upper inner thigh. Her tongue trailing in lazy circles as she moves to where your legs meet, and she tastes you. "I really liked the way it felt, being inside you, as a mer-man." Lio looks up along the length of your slender body, her eyes resting on the mounds of your breasts, then your face, stopping her lapping for a moment. "Especially when I first entered you. I... didn't realize I was going to expand quite so much. Was... it alright? Would you ...like to do that again sometime?" She doesn't wait for your answer, but rather she goes right back to kissing and licking in between your legs. Her mouth moving from one thigh to the other, and then back to the center, where you are so very moist. "I... also really enjoyed... being a mer-woman, and... in your hands." The last part more muffled, as she starts sucking your lower lips into her mouth.
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"Pair of threes," Alaric says.
She takes the underwear and tucks them into her pack. "I'll be thinking about that fact ... a great deal," she says.
Lio's voice is still seductive, I know it isn't very lady like to admit this... but since it's pretty much all your fault... I just have to share, that I... am so wet right now." Lio admits, even as she blushes some more.
She clears her thoat. "Ahem... back to the caravan?" She asks, but makes no move to leave without your say-so.
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And laughs as Alaric speaks, "Ditto." A pause, "I think my Queen beats your Jack?" Not entirely sure.
"SSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIRRR!" she calls out, her voice vibrating, her body shaking, bucking, spasming.
"Now... do you think you can tell the difference?" He asks, as he continues to thrust in and out. Each time, he pulls all the way out, and then plunges all the way back in, as far as his shaft will go.
And then he moves the vibrating toy, so it matches his rhythm. Just because you're having orgasm, after orgasm, is no reason to stop @*$%^&! you, after all... you need to learn your lesson, and you won't have learned it until you're begging him to c*m all over you.
She looks over to Z, leaning forward so that she is on hands and knees before the other woman, the line of her back to Alaric. She pauses just before her lips touch Z's, breathing in the other woman's smell. Then she finishes the movement, the kiss starting light, teasing. Then growing deeper as Mel's tongue seeks out Zaiobe's. Just before the minute mark Mel pulls back, licking her lips and then pressing them to Z's for just an instant more.
She looks over her shoulder at Alaric. "So do you want to win... or lose?" Erotic promise either way.
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Looking at the mess he's dealt himself: "Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Ace high."
"Now... do you think you can tell the difference?" He asks, as he continues to thrust in and out. Each time, he pulls all the way out, and then plunges all the way back in, as far as his shaft will go.
And then he moves the vibrating toy, so it matches his rhythm. Just because you're having orgasm, after orgasm, is no reason to stop @*$%^&! you, after all... you need to learn your lesson, and you won't have learned it until you're begging him to c*m all over you.
"YOU! HAVE MADE! THE DIFFERENCE! VERY CLEAR! " she says, screaming out her words as she continues to orgasm ... but as she is not begging, apparently her lesson is not quite learned yet.
She takes a moment to recover before she picks up her cards.
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With a pout, "Beats my pair of jacks."
Lio's voice is still seductive, I know it isn't very lady like to admit this... but since it's pretty much all your fault... I just have to share, that I... am so wet right now." Lio admits, even as she blushes some more.
Shalelu leans in close enough to breath the words in your ear. "And I'll also be thinking about that ... a great deal."
She clears her thoat. "Ahem... back to the caravan?" She asks, but makes no move to leave without your say-so.
She nods, takes your hand, and the two of you begin to thread your way back through the caves.
"Wow." Lio breathes, dazzled by how beautiful you are, by how sexy those long boots make your even longer legs look. She kneels down between your legs, her hands running over one boot, to where it ends and meets your soft skin. She leans forward and kisses your upper inner thigh. Her tongue trailing in lazy circles as she moves to where your legs meet, and she tastes you. "I really liked the way it felt, being inside you, as a mer-man." Lio looks up along the length of your slender body, her eyes resting on the mounds of your breasts, then your face, stopping her lapping for a moment. "Especially when I first entered you. I... didn't realize I was going to expand quite so much. Was... it alright? Would you ...like to do that again sometime?" She doesn't wait for your answer, but rather she goes right back to kissing and licking in between your legs. Her mouth moving from one thigh to the other, and then back to the center, where you are so very moist. "I... also really enjoyed... being a mer-woman, and... in your hands." The last part more muffled, as she starts sucking your lower lips into her mouth.
"Oooooooh ..." she fairly melts beneath the touch of your tongue. "I liked the way you felt inside me ... I liked ... having you in my hands ... I like ... every form you take, everything you do, everything we do ... I think I could tell that it was you ... in any form ... in any sex ... every time you touch me ... I ... ooo ... I ... oh! ... I ... COME!"
And she does.
"YOU! HAVE MADE! THE DIFFERENCE! VERY CLEAR! SIR!" she says, screaming out her words as she continues to orgasm ... but as she is not begging, apparently her lesson is not quite learned yet.
Lio is a very stern task master, and thus, does not ease up in any way. If anything, he pushes harder. The hand that was on your hip steadying you, moves to your breast, squeezing it, massaging it. The other, continues to thrust the toy in and out of you. Punishment seems in order, for your lapse... take the toy, and continue to *^&# yourself with it. Don't let up, or it will be much worse for you." Lio whispers into your ear.
If your hand reaches for the toy, he releases it into your control, and takes your other breast into his free hand. He lets the two large mounds slap against his fingers as he thrusts in and out of you, making your nipples hard little peaks with the contact. "Now... do you have anything to say to me, soldier?" His *@#& is throbbing inside you, nearly pulsing, but he holds back, controlling himself even as he attempts to make you loose control.
Still pounding away at your ass, he waits for an answer.
She nods, takes your hand, and the two of you begin to thread your way back through the caves.
Lio smiles at your words, her expression a little bashful, and very wanton.
Her hand takes yours. Occasionally, her arms finds its way around your waist. A few times, a hand moves to your behind as you walk. Once or twice, she even squeezes your butt.
Just before you rejoin the caravan, she whispers, "Shalelu Andosana." Looking into your eyes. "Would it... be alright if, when we are married, I took your name?" She asks quietly, almost shy.
Her mind is open, beckoning, immersive.
... and her/her/his lips brush against his/her/her lips gently feeling them nuzzling them light touches and then she/she/he sucks his/her/her lower lip into her/her/his mouth sucking on it gently running her/her/his tongue across it and then her/her/his lips are on his/her/her mouth pressing firmly showering kisses and soon her/her/his tongue slips forward to lightly touch his/her/her tongue and then taste each other and dance together ...
And the minute is up.
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"King high," he says, the streak of not much continuing.
"Oooooooh ..." she fairly melts beneath the touch of your tongue. "I liked the way you felt inside me ... I liked ... having you in my hands ... I like ... every form you take, everything you do, everything we do ... I think I could tell that it was you ... in any form ... in any sex ... every time you touch me ... I ... ooo ... I ... oh! ... I ... COME!"
And she does.
Lio draws out your orgasm for a while, ensuring you are thoroughly satisfied before coming up for air. Yes... you do. And if I have anything to say about it, you'll do so, every day and every night, always." She grins, her expression wolfishly dangerous. Like she is a predator, and feasting upon your orgasms is her greatest pleasure. At the same time, her expression is a little shy, because being this confident isn't something she finds easily within her.
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<Eight high,> Zaiobe says when she picks up her cards. <I think my streak is broken.>
Lio smiles at your words, her expression a little bashful, and very wanton.
Her hand takes yours. Occasionally, her arms finds its way around your waist. A few times, a hand moves to your behind as you walk. Once or twice, she even squeezes your butt.
Your own butt is promptly squeezed in retaliation.
Just before you rejoin the caravan, she whispers, "Shalelu Andosana." Looking into your eyes. "Would it... be alright if, when we are married, I took your name?" She asks quietly, almost shy.
"Yes," Shalelu replies.
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And grins when it does, "Aces over tens." Her eyes dancing over to Alaric's body.
And then a second later when Zaiobe's cards sink in. "oh"
She looks over her shoulder at Z. "Stand in front of Alaric, please?" Her tone light but very sure.
Lio is a very stern task master, and thus, does not ease up in any way. If anything, he pushes harder. The hand that was on your hip steadying you, moves to your breast, squeezing it, massaging it. The other, continues to thrust the toy in and out of you. Punishment seems in order, for your lapse... take the toy, and continue to *^&# yourself with it. Don't let up, or it will be much worse for you." Lio whispers into your ear.
She grabs the toy and begins $^&%ing herself with it. Hard.
If your hand reaches for the toy, he releases it into your control, and takes your other breast into his free hand. He lets the two large mounds slap against his fingers as he thrusts in and out of you, making your nipples hard little peaks with the contact. "Now... do you have anything to say to me, soldier?" His *@#& is throbbing inside you, nearly pulsing, but he holds back, controlling himself even as he attempts to make you loose control.
Still pounding away at your ass, he waits for an answer.
"COME ON ME!" she cries out. "SIR! PLEASE COME ALL OVER ME, SIR! "
Lio draws out your orgasm for a while, ensuring you are thoroughly satisfied before coming up for air. Yes... you do. And if I have anything to say about it, you'll do so, every day and every night, always." She grins, her expression wolfishly dangerous. Like she is a predator, and feasting upon your orgasms is her greatest pleasure. At the same time, her expression is a little shy, because being this confident isn't something she finds easily within her.
"My Orgasm Monster," Shalelu says fondly. "Shapechanging, stealthy ... who knows when she will strike next?"
Since you're begging, clearly you're learning, and must be repentant.
Lio plunges harder into you, several times, and then pulls out, hands releasing your breasts, standing over you, but letting you repositioning yourself if you desire. Stroking himself, it takes no time at all to get to the point when then pressure is too much to bear. Hot liquid cum, erupts from within him, all over you.
Sense motive is it really ok for her to take your name, or would you prefer some other arrangement?
"My Orgasm Monster," Shalelu says fondly. "Shapechanging, stealthy ... who knows when she will strike next?"
"Omnomnom" Lio makes funny noises why she mock munches along your leg, coming dangerously close to your clit.
"Well, you have no one to blame but yourself, your very tasty, and I love you, and I want you, all the time. I can't help myself." Lio protests, ever so slightly.
As she finishes her hands steal around, squeezing the harpy's breasts, playing with her nipples, teasing the hard peaks. Then one hand goes down the curves, finding Z's wet center. Running fingers over the lips, intentionally missing the button of pleasure. Two fingers slide easily into the feathered mouth, and only then does Mel's thumb start to stroke the bud above.
Just as Zaiobe gets used to the pleasurable thrum, Mel removes her hand, running wet fingers up. The other hand, with a final squeeze, goes down. The new hand quickly picks up the work the other one left behind. The moist fingers go to Mel's mouth where she sucks them clean.
During all of this, Mel's eyes watch Alaric's face. Changing the pace of her hands as she sees something in the depths of his eyes.
"Omnomnom" Lio makes funny noises why she mock munches along your leg, coming dangerously close to your clit.
"Well, you have no one to blame but yourself, your very tasty, and I love you, and I want you, all the time. I can't help myself." Lio protests, ever so slightly.
Shalelu laughs as you munch your way up her leg. "It is true that I am irresistable," she agrees. "So I suppose you cannot be faulted for it."
<I want them on my breasts. I want them on my ass, pulling me close to you. I want ... ooo ... I want them stroking my clit, stroking my c*&!, your fingers ... ah! ... your fingers up inside me.>
She is gasping for breath as Melinda works on her.
<I want your tongue in my mouth. I - oh! OH! - I want it teasing my nipples. I want you to lick along my collarbone and taste the sweat, I want you to ... to ... aaaaaaaah eat me out until I scream, stab your tongue into me, f&^$ me with your tongue, I ->
Her knees are buckling. She leans against Melinda to stay upright.
<I want your c*!& in me. I want you pounding me, my legs wrapped around you, ah, AH! OOH! pounding me over and over and never stopping all the way out then all the way back in nailing me screwing me F&*!ING ME! OH! >
She is on the verge of coming when the minute ends and Melinda withdraws her hands, leaving her breathless and shaking.
is it really ok for her to take your name, or would you prefer some other arrangement?
She really is fine with it, but is curious as to why you want to. However, being Shalelu, she assumes that you will tell her the reason if you wish to, and will not if you don't.
Since you're begging, clearly you're learning, and must be repentant. Lio plunges harder into you, several times, and then pulls out, hands releasing your breasts, standing over you, but letting you repositioning yourself if you desire. Stroking himself, it takes no time at all to get to the point when then pressure is too much to bear. Hot liquid cum, erupts from within him, all over you.
She stays where she is, facing away, feeling your cum land on her back and ass.
Shalelu laughs as you munch your way up her leg. "It is true that I am irresistable," she agrees. "So I suppose you cannot be faulted for it."
Lio nods. It's clearly not her fault.
Meanwhile, her hands stroke the soft skin above the boots. She loves paying attention to your long legs, your inner thighs.
Having duly covered you, Lio moves away, to get cleaned up in the small privacy area for that purpose. He does not help you up, or clean you up. And does not command you either way in regards to ceasing his command regarding the vibrator he told you to use on yourself.
From behind the curtain, you hear, "Well, soldier, let that be a lesson to you. And since you're now quite versed in the art of respect, I'm going to send an incorrigible young recruit to you. Bear in mind that this recruit can take on nearly any form you wish, so you'll need to be very specific in instruction and even more thorough in your discipline. I expect results, or I'll have to hold you personally responsible, do you understand, soldier?"
"Yes," Shalelu replies.
Lio senses that you're curious as to why she would want to take your name for her own. She's not entirely sure she can put it into words, but she tries.
"Anwyl... It's... maybe it's silly, but... I love you. I love you so much, that... if I change my last name, and take yours, it feels like, not only will everyone know, that we're together, that we love each other and have made vows to each other, that we share our name, that we're a family, but... also, it's a promise... from me to you, and from you to me." She bites her lower lip, a little nervous, maybe she loves you too much, maybe she'll frighten you away, but she knows you love her, you asked her to marry you, you came to her, reached out to her... everything that's happened between you, is because you had the courage to show her your love for her. "It's a promise, that I'll always be a part of you, that you'll always be a part of me. That I am yours and you are mine. And I know... that's what our vows are for and what wearing rings will symbolize... but your name... is part of you, a part of you so much more than words or rings. And I... I want to share that with you."
Perhaps you recall Lio telling you, that when she was a small child, her father used words of power and names, in his magic. And because of that, how significant names were in her mind.
When she has taken him fully, her body vibrates around him. Her fingers twist into the sheets beneath them as his fingers find her body wet, hot, pulsing with need that is keeping her poised on the precipice of orgasm. Her upper body twisted to see him, he can read her eyes. She wants him. Needs him.
And that she wants him to take her.
Holding her eyes in his, he pushes in and out with the savage strength of life. With the jolts of raw pleasure, thrusts bring pain along with it, perhaps even are intended to, the pain signaling that he is taking. She is his.
And he will do with her as he pleases.
When they finish, he lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.
Voice shaking: "I... I'll deal the... um... the cards."
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"Pair of sixes," he says.
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At some point Mel blinks at her cards, "Jack." And yes she has jack.
Her body takes everything and after a few savage thrusts, the pleasure that has been building breaks, spiraling out from her. Her body convulsing around him, holding him, pulsing to the beat of pleasure that he gives her. Her eyes blaze with the feeling.