A pause, a happy blush tinting her cheeks, "And poor Koya chasing around after them when we have to deal with something dangerous." She smiles, "She's going to kill us if we have a brood."
Lio disrobes very quickly, and joins you. "Hi." She says, when her head pokes out from the top of the blanket. She snuggles against you.
Shalelu cuddles close to you, moving your head to her favorite place on the soft part of her shoulder.
"Hi," she replies.
<Thank you,> she finally says.
She smiles. <Now you should probably hop onto Alaric's p#@!s before it gets cold.>
Lio cries out when you ram the toy into her. The sound one of surprise at the sudden onslaught she's been denied so far, relief, pleasure, an exhalation as her tight rear is violated in the most wonderful way, at the same time as her dripping wet front. When your lips and tongue find her clit, she makes a sound not quite a moan, but a louder, more primal, more urgent. Her body is in your power, and you are quickly taking her mind, as all she is able to focus on is what you are doing to her, every moment of it pure bliss.
She keeps going, licking, sucking, thrusting, pounding, doing her level best to bring you to orgasm again and again, until your body is completely exhausted, until you are utterly spent.
A pause, "I don't want to wait until that is done to give you a son." She leans down and hugs him, "I know what we do is dangerous... And I'm afraid that if I don't do everything... I'll lose you... The way Ameiko lost" she cuts herself off.
A long pause later, "And it isn't your fault I'm pregnant." She shrugs, "You thought I was on night tea. So very much not your fault that we are entering a different phase." She hugs him. "And it may be stolen moments, but I promise, once in a while, I will make you feel like we are the only two people who exist in the world."
She walks over to her mate, sinking to her knees with them placed on either side of his thighs. Carefully she stretches up, kisses him on the mouth. Quietly, "I love you."
And then proceeds to kiss her way down Alaric's body, stopping only when she reaches her goal. One of her hands finds his, lacing her fingers with his as she starts to dip her head, swirl her tongue, suck and tease.
Mel is desperately trying to hide the fact that she is on the verge of tears. It isn't that she doesn't understand that Alaric loves her too. But it still makes her heart hurt that she isn't the only one that he loves.
She has it under control, and really is trying not to spoil a good moment. She just needs a few breaths to put aside what she knows is probably a silly pain.
"How long do you think?" A pause, where she can't really meet Alaric's eyes, "Because I start getting... irritable... after a few days of... not. I really can't imagine not wanting you touching me."
The part of her that has believed the entire time that she is not truly wanted here, not wholly loved, begins to dissolve. With a kiss, the reassurances that she is an equal part of this three-person relationship, a desired lover, a beloved partner, begin to finally take root.
The early nights that ended in tears and bitter recriminations are now months in the past. The uncertainty of her role in the early days has for some time now been solidified into something real.
With a kiss that is not even particularly sexual, the mute outcast monster starts to let herself believe that she has finally found a home with the two people she loves.
And for once, she is too caught up in the moment to notice anything that might have restarted her doubts.
"I love you, you know."
<And I am in no state to think of anything clever, so ...> She leans over and grabs Melinda's shoulders, pulling her up and forward until she is holding her positioned just over Alaric's c*$&, and shifting herself forward until she is just above his mouth.
<I'm going to get off as soon as I ... well, get off, which I'm guessing will take about ten seconds. Then you're going to keep f&*#ing her until she comes so much she forgets her own name.>
<That's how.>
And she drops Melinda and herself onto Alaric.
Lio, with a grin, playfully tosses a sesame ball towards Myri, after warning her, with a quick, mischievous "Catch!"
Myri attempts to catch the sesame ball softly enough without smashing it, continuing it's momentum back, down around and back up releasing it so that it (hopefully) appears again rising up past her left shoulder and should (again, hopefully) so she can catch it again softly in front of her, allowing enough time to add in another if that should happen to appear.
and the answer is:
acrobatics?:
As Mel settles over him, he lets out a happy groan. Within her, he is complete, twitching, growing, shifting. She can do whatever she likes to him. And it will be perfect.
Her eyes seek out his and instead sees his loving care of Zaiobe. Melinda takes him deep inside, her hips still, her body vibrating around him as she cannot look away.
A small, pained gasp, which she tries to hide from him. "I am mostly human." She states categorically. "We are only having Milena, orcs tend to have... litters."
"Litters? Uh oh. Well, we'll see. I think Milena will end up green, but that's probably wishful thinking."
She kisses just above his lip, sweet and soft. "You don't ask me for easy decisions..." A long pause, "Do I want your hands on me, feel the rush of your will and energy rush through me... Or do I want to remember how it felt to have you take me every time I move?" Her eyes met his, the blush snaking down her naked body.
"I imagine some of the family will be more orcy than other parts. Sometimes I wonder what my father would have said if I brought you home. A good Taldane boy should find a nice Taldane girl, you know. He probably would have talked a good game and secretly loved you. At least enough to smuggle you out of Galt when the inevitable angry mob turned up."
"A nice Taldane girl I am not..." Quietly, "I am glad that he would have approved of me... even if only secretly." She hugs him, cherishing the small glimpse of his past. "Hey." She picks up her upper body, that same leg moving, just a little, "What did I do to cause an angry mob?"
He shifts a bit to rest against the softer skin of her thigh. A blush. "Um... I realize this isn't the most romantic thing to say, but if we're going to make love... and we are... could you clean me up before?"
Myri attempts to catch the sesame ball softly enough without smashing it, continuing it's momentum back, down around and back up releasing it so that it (hopefully) appears again rising up past her left shoulder and should (again, hopefully) so she can catch it again softly in front of her, allowing enough time to add in another if that should happen to appear.
and the answer is:
acrobatics?: 1d20+14
Two more seasame balls are gently lobbed at Myri, so she can catch, and juggle them. Lio grins at Myri's skill, looks at Rhost. "We need lessons."
Her eyes glow with magic after his request, a touch, not a touch, which leaves his body absolutely clean. And a few seconds later, Mel's body. She smiles, impish promise, "We are going to make love?" Her thigh moves against him. "And what else do I have to do to make this come to pass?"
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"Because of my green blood? Or possible diluted blue blood?" her voice questioning. "... I really do not understand the culture you grew up in love... Do they just keep on making up reasons to hurt people?"
"Short answer, yes. It's not really so simple... it's more about fear. They want to feel safe, but there's no way for them to. So they invent threats they can kill, and when they're done, they're just as scared as they were beforehand. So the cycle continues."
Her eyes glow with magic after his request, a touch, not a touch, which leaves his body absolutely clean. And a few seconds later, Mel's body. She smiles, impish promise, "We are going to make love?" Her thigh moves against him. "And what else do I have to do to make this come to pass?"
"Wait, you thought you had a choice in the matter?" he says with mock arrogance. "Oh no. I want that treasure you keep between your thighs. Which reminds me... there's no delicate way to put this, but you have the most talented vagina I've ever felt. I mean... the control. Did... did you practice on things? When you first started masturbating?"
The look of concentration is lost as she blushes, bright jade, at his comment. "I... do?" The shocked smile on her face can't hide the pleasure at the very dirty compliment.
Then just a hint of confusion, "Love... I shared a room with my brother for most of my life." She swallows, the blush getting darker, "The only time I've ever masturbated was when... while i was giving you a blow job after I stripped for you... after I learned the image spell..." She swallows a few times. "I learned to meditate when I was little though... One of the exercises is to learn how to feel all of your muscles. To contract each one individually." She smiles, "You start at you toes and muscle by muscle work your way up your body. Then relax in reverse." A pause, "There tend to be a lot of muscles at the chakra points in the body." Her blush goes deeper, "Concentrating on the ones there... ummm... always felt good." Yep, that would be evergreen that she has turned.
"Um... I'd like to watch you masturbate. If that's all right. Not right now. But some point down the line. You're so beautiful, especially when you're in the grips of pleasure. And your vulva is... well, it's the stuff of fantasies. Gorgeous. Like an orchid crossed with a peach, only green." He leans back, apparently picturing her genitals wistfully in mind. "I can honestly say it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. And that's some stiff competition, you know. With your ass, your eyes, your brows -- oh, @#*! sake those arches -- your ankles, your nipples, your skin. Oh, your skin."
Then she just stares at him in stunned amazement as he lovingly and lustfully recites her body. There is a long pause when he finishes, her looking at him. Her voice quiet, "really?"
Then even more quietly, "If you want to watch..." Her blush going deeper, "yes." She peeks up at him, "It... may take me some practice to get up to the standard that you have in your mind of me though..."
The only hints that Mel noticed the stiffening are the catches in her voice hinting on whimper and the wetness he feels against his leg. "I will probably need very detailed instructions." Her forehead wrinkles, as something he said occurs to her, "What... What kind of things did you think I practiced on?"
"But you have to promise to let me make you feel good too, when that time comes..." She smiles, her body sliding against him, "You said something about making love?" she asks, blushing deeply.