She follows your unspoken guidance, placing herself where you want her, shivering with pleasure as you stroke her. Each time you move the toy, whether in or out, she makes a soft, pleased mewling noise, which gradually get louder and louder as you continue to work it back and forth.
Once you are on your knees, Lio scoots under you, partially laying on her side, so that her head is between your legs, and her body lays alongside the length of yours. She pulls your hips down a bit, so her tongue can reach your clit, to stimulate it and taste you, as she continues to move the toy in and out of you.
Soon after, it is as if there never was a break for exhaustion and hunger. Once again the pair of you are locked together in lovemaking, both quivering with pleasure. Her eager mouth and tongue probe at you and her hands slip under your buttocks, lifting you exactly where she needs to in order to find the perfect spot.
Lio's light body is quite easy to lift; she moves against you, ever so slightly, her whole body rocking with the pleasure of your touch, with you feel of your caresses and mouth. She tries to read you, so see how you enjoy what she is doing, to see if there is anything else you might like, or even if she should move her tongue a fraction of an inch to one side or the other. Sense Motive: . Her hands caress your legs, your back, your behind, and then aid her tongue in exploring your moist lower lips, in stimulating your clit, and then three of her fingers begin darting in and out of you.
"Come," Sonavut says, walking towards the woman with the tattoos. "I will introduce you to Chief Nalvanaq."
"I apologize for what just happened," she continues. "Shaman Tunuak has been very ... devout since a vision quest he went on last summer." It seems likely she substituted 'devout' for a different word at the last moment. "He spends much of his time in the tunnels these days, trying to propitiate the Spirits."
"He did not name a specific one of you, but I do not know what he would have said had the situation gotten ... out of hand."
Lio frowns. She finds Shalelu, and wordlessly walks next to her, as the group heads toward the Chief. If Shae isn't with the group walking towards the Chief, Lio stays with whatever group Shae happens to be with.
Zaiobe launches herself up on top of a wagon and keeps watch on the surroundings, her bow unapologetically unslung, while the bulk of the group goes to greet Chief Nalvanaq.
(Shalelu, after noting approvingly that there is a watchful guard, joins the group heading towards the Chief.)
Chief Nalvanaq nods at you as you approach.
"That is not the customary way we treat guests in Iqaliat," she says a little dryly. "I fear the threat to the town has put Tunuak in a panic."
Once you are on your knees, Lio scoots under you, partially laying on her side, so that her head is between your legs, and her body lays alongside the length of yours. She pulls your hips down a bit, so her tongue can reach your clit, to stimulate it and taste you, as she continues to move the toy in and out of you.
Her hands reach down and find you, partly to brace herself, partly just to touch you. When your tongue finds her clit, the noises she is making turn into moans and cries. She shudders in ecstasy above you as you continue to pump the toy in and out of her.
Lio's light body is quite easy to lift; she moves against you, ever so slightly, her whole body rocking with the pleasure of your touch, with you feel of your caresses and mouth. She tries to read you, so see how you enjoy what she is doing, to see if there is anything else you might like, or even if she should move her tongue a fraction of an inch to one side or the other. Her hands caress your legs, your back, your behind, and then aid her tongue in exploring your moist lower lips, in stimulating your clit, and then three of her fingers begin darting in and out of you.
You read her expertly, and soon your tongue and fingers are finding the exact places upon and within her that make her respond the most powerfully. Her hands start clenching your buttocks tightly and her agile tongue stabs into you. She moves it rapidly in and out, back and forth, flicking over your clitoris at each stroke.
Her hands reach down and find you, partly to brace herself, partly just to touch you. When your tongue finds her clit, the noises she is making turn into moans and cries. She shudders in ecstasy above you as you continue to pump the toy in and out of her.
Lio, very thorough in her ministrations, redoubles her efforts, increasing the pace she moves the toy in and out of you, finding a little bit better of an angle to stimulate you further, and using her tongue and lips to probe and taste and lick your clit. And then she changes positions, her lips no longer upon your body, she even removes the toy from you, instead, running it along the top of your clit, to stimulate you where her tongue was moments ago. She slides up, remaining under you, changing until she is male, until his lips, still tasting of you, find your lips, and he kisses you, teasingly, you can feel him, hard and wide, just at the edge of entering you. "Ride me." Lio whispers.
You read her expertly, and soon your tongue and fingers are finding the exact places upon and within her that make her respond the most powerfully. Her hands start clenching your buttocks tightly and her agile tongue stabs into you. She moves it rapidly in and out, back and forth, flicking over your clitoris at each stroke.
Lio's thrusting fingers can barely maintain an even rhythm, as you give her so much pleasure with your tongue alone, she cries out, the sound muffled underneath you, you feel the vibrations of her voice against your clit. And then her muscles contract, and she comes, shuddering, crying out, unable to hold back or control it.
Zaiobe launches herself up on top of a wagon and keeps watch on the surroundings, her bow unapologetically unslung, while the bulk of the group goes to greet Chief Nalvanaq.(Shalelu, after noting approvingly that there is a watchful guard, joins the group heading towards the Chief.)
Chief Nalvanaq nods at you as you approach.
"That is not the customary way we treat guests in Iqaliat," she says a little dryly. "I fear the threat to the town has put Tunuak in a panic."
Lio doesn't say anything yet. She waits, as she normally does, for someone more naturally charismatic to say something. She keeps an eye out on the surroundings.
Lio, very thorough in her ministrations, redoubles her efforts, increasing the pace she moves the toy in and out of you, finding a little bit better of an angle to stimulate you further, and using her tongue and lips to probe and taste and lick your clit. And then she changes positions, her lips no longer upon your body, she even removes the toy from you, instead, running it along the top of your clit, to stimulate you where her tongue was moments ago. She slides up, remaining under you, changing until she is male, until his lips, still tasting of you, find your lips, and he kisses you, teasingly, you can feel him, hard and wide, just at the edge of entering you. "Ride me." Lio whispers.
She was pressing herself eagerly into your mouth, and makes a tiny noise of dismay when you remove your lips and the toy. But the sound is quickly replaced by sharp, staccato yelps of delight as you bring the vibrating toy to the edge of her clit. And when you press your erection against her, she smiles and slides herself onto it.
And begins moving with you once again.
Lio's thrusting fingers can barely maintain an even rhythm, as you give her so much pleasure with your tongue alone, she cries out, the sound muffled underneath you, you feel the vibrations of her voice against your clit. And then her muscles contract, and she comes, shuddering, crying out, unable to hold back or control it.
Your climaxing cries against her clitoris prove to be what rockets her over the edge as well. Her muscles clamp around your thrusting fingers like a vice, pulsing around them and holding them in place as she comes. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your backside as her tongue brings you to completion.
She was pressing herself eagerly into your mouth, and makes a tiny noise of dismay when you remove your lips and the toy. But the sound is quickly replaced by sharp, staccato yelps of delight as you bring the vibrating toy to the edge of her clit. And when you press your erection against her, she smiles and slides herself onto it.
And begins moving with you once again.
Lio continues to stimulate you with the toy, holding it just against the your most sensitive spot at the top of your clit. His free hand finds your hip, and starts moving you up and down, in a fast, hard pace, that makes your breasts bounce, the fast movement a sharp contrast to the love making from earlier.
Your climaxing cries against her clitoris prove to be what rockets her over the edge as well. Her muscles clamp around your thrusting fingers like a vice, pulsing around them and holding them in place as she comes. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your backside as her tongue brings you to completion.
The thumb of her hand with the fingers inside you, gently strokes the fleshy silky soft outside of your vagina as she catches her breath after she has come. She whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. "I.. don't... remember.. what...'s next. Wow. Uhm... wow." Little tremors continue to run through her. Her free hand runs over your behind, squeezing it gently.
Lio continues to stimulate you with the toy, holding it just against the your most sensitive spot at the top of your clit. His free hand finds your hip, and starts moving you up and down, in a fast, hard pace, that makes your breasts bounce, the fast movement a sharp contrast to the love making from earlier.
Shalelu is more than happy to comply, lifting herself up and grinding herself down fast and hard. The constant stimulation from the vibrator at the top of her clit starts to make her come over and over in what almost seems a mirror image of you on top of her, as the muscles of her body tense and release, tense and release, accompanied by constant cries. Sweat is flying off of her wildly bouncing breasts.
The thumb of her hand with the fingers inside you, gently strokes the fleshy silky soft outside of your vagina as she catches her breath after she has come. She whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. "I.. don't... remember.. what...'s next. Wow. Uhm... wow." Little tremors continue to run through her. Her free hand runs over your behind, squeezing it gently.
"I do," she breathes, collapsed across you. "Me, pressed against a wall. You, in me. My legs wrapped around your waist." She shifts so that she can turn her head to look at you, and flashes you a smile. "Assuming you're still up for it."
"I'd say Melinda, Rhost, Hrunndalf, Alaric, Liothonae, Kalimac, Attatoq, Myriana, Shalelu, and me all have a chance of surviving facing a dragon," she says seriously. "And maybe Skygni, Zaiobe, and Spivey can."
When the mob gathers against the caravan, Hrunndalf is just about to decide whether to win over the hearts of the people or to strike fear into the shaman's heart, but his friends say what must be said, and he simply nods.
Tunuak leaves no trail you can readily find.
Myri blows on her silent whistle and waits for Silmemir, Attatoq or both to arrive. She crouches next to the spot where Tunuak disappeared.
Zaiobe launches herself up on top of a wagon and keeps watch on the surroundings, her bow unapologetically unslung, while the bulk of the group goes to greet Chief Nalvanaq.
Melinda smiles up at Zaiobe briefly before she heads over toward Chief Nalvanaq.
Chief Nalvanaq nods at you as you approach.
"That is not the customary way we treat guests in Iqaliat," she says a little dryly. "I fear the threat to the town has put Tunuak in a panic."
"You mean it isn't standard practice to sacrifice visitors?" She tries to smile to take the bite out of her words when she realizes the barrier between her thoughts and words had been breached. Her tone dry, "That's good to know. Since Ulf asked to stop here, we would have to look into that hand puppet he recommended."
"You mean it isn't standard practice to sacrifice visitors?" She tries to smile to take the bite out of her words when she realizes the barrier between her thoughts and words had been breached. Her tone dry, "That's good to know. Since Ulf asked to stop here, we would have to look into that hand puppet he recommended."
"The practice was not unknown at one time," Nalvanaq admits, "But not during your guide's lifetime, so he can perhaps be forgiven for assuming that he would not encounter it today." She heaves a sigh. "We are all on edge. Tunuak's wish to revert to the old rituals was foolish, but he no doubt sincerely believes it is necessary to save us all."
Alaric, softly: "What do you think are Tunuak's true intentions?"
Alaric, softly: "What do you think are Tunuak's true intentions?"
Nalvanaq hesitates. "... It is not for me to judge the strength of a shaman's understanding of the mysteries -"
"Tunuak has gone soft in the head," Sonavut says flatly, cutting off the other woman. "Surely this, on top of everything else, proves it beyond doubt?"
Nalvanaq hesitates. "... It is not for me to judge the strength of a shaman's understanding of the mysteries -"
"Tunuak has gone soft in the head," Sonavut says flatly, cutting off the other woman. "Surely this, on top of everything else, proves it beyond doubt?"
Mel looks back and forth between the woman, "From what I've been told, a shaman's responsibility is to take care of, to protect, their tribe? It seems like pushing them to attack a group of people who have already decided to help with your dragon problem would violate that responsibility." A pause as she thinks, "Does anyone else go into the tunnels? And was that were he had his vision quest?" Both questions directed more to Sonavut.
Mel looks back and forth between the woman, "From what I've been told, a shaman's responsibility is to take care of, to protect, their tribe? It seems like pushing them to attack a group of people who have already decided to help with your dragon problem would violate that responsibility." A pause as she thinks, "Does anyone else go into the tunnels? And was that were he had his vision quest?" Both questions directed more to Sonavut.
"He went north on his vision quest," Sonavut replies "Some sacred spot far north on the Ice, he said. And yes, I believe that is when he lost his mind."
"But the tunnels?" she continues. "Everyone uses those. They are the easiest way onto the Ice, and up to the inushuk altars on the clifftop."
"But ..." Nalvanaq begins.
"What?" Sonavut asks, curiously.
"There are times I have seen him go into the tunnels," Nalvanaq says, "And looked for him there, and up upon the cliff ... and found no sign of him."
"He went north on his vision quest," Sonavut replies "Some sacred spot far north on the Ice, he said. And yes, I believe that is when he lost his mind."
"But the tunnels?" she continues. "Everyone uses those. They are the easiest way onto the Ice, and up to the inushuk altars on the clifftop."
"But ..." Nalvanaq begins.
"What?" Sonavut asks, curiously.
"There are times I have seen him go into the tunnels," Nalvanaq says, "And looked for him there, and up upon the cliff ... and found no sign of him."
Mel thinks about this for all of a few seconds. "So it seems likely that Tunuak found a hidden area of the tunnels that is emphasizing whatever experience he had on his vision quest." Smiles politely at both women, "Which means you may have two problems, the dragon and the shaman. And if we," Motioning to her friends and family around them, "go after the dragon first, the shaman may try something like that again when the strongest of us aren't here to stand against him."
She leans against the metal-clad healer as she waits for their response.
Silmemir is promptly by your side. She clearly knows you are there from your scent, but looks back and forth for you to no avail.
"Silmemir, catch his scent." Myri snaps her fingers near Tunuak's last known location and indents the snow there. "Let me know if he is near...and trip him."
Lio approaches Mel, during the party. "Mel, hoffwn ofyn i blaid chi? Allen ni yn siarad yn breifat?" She asks.
With a glance back at the revelers, Lio pulls Mel aside for a few moments, provided the young woman does not object.
She turns to head back to the fire, looks back over her shoulder. "I hope this coming year is even better than the previous one for you, great-grandmother."
A short while later, Mel returns to the circle of the caravan. She settles down near, but not close, to Jorun with a smile. Momentarily she looks like she might want to say something to the serious ex-slave, but holds her tongue. Her eyes flick over the celebrating caravan looking for certain people. Her face lights with a calm happiness as she spots a familiar outline on top of an armored wagon.
Alaric lies on his back, on top of one of the wagons, stargazing.
About a half hour later, he clambers down and goes into their wagon for a look under his pillow.
Alaric lies on his back, on top of one of the wagons, stargazing.
Happy chuckle from the girl down closer to the fire. Most likely the drunken happening from the people around amuses her.
When he goes and looks under his pillow, nicely folded and tied with a ribbon, is Mel's green thong.
Alaric had clambered down from the wagon to go into his own. A few moments later, he emerges and climbs back on top of the wagon.
The recent crowd in the goat pen, leaving in all directions, has apparently made it impossible for Silmemir to distinguish a single scent trail. She attempts in vain to find where Tunuak has gone.
Silmemir sniffs the surrounding area to see in the shaman remains about.
Silmemir does not seem to find the shaman anywhere in the goat pen.
Mel thinks about this for all of a few seconds. "So it seems likely that Tunuak found a hidden area of the tunnels that is emphasizing whatever experience he had on his vision quest." Smiles politely at both women, "Which means you may have two problems, the dragon and the shaman. And if we," Motioning to her friends and family around them, "go after the dragon first, the shaman may try something like that again when the strongest of us aren't here to stand against him."
She leans against the metal-clad healer as she waits for their response.
"I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for Tunuak's behavior," Nalvanaq says.
It clearly sounds a little lame, even to her.
Mel thinks about this for all of a few seconds. "So it seems likely that Tunuak found a hidden area of the tunnels that is emphasizing whatever experience he had on his vision quest." Smiles politely at both women, "Which means you may have two problems, the dragon and the shaman. And if we," Motioning to her friends and family around them, "go after the dragon first, the shaman may try something like that again when the strongest of us aren't here to stand against him."
She leans against the metal-clad healer as she waits for their response.
"I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for Tunuak's behavior," Nalvanaq says.
It clearly sounds a little lame, even to her.
A shrug, "Seems to make sense for us to help with your shaman problem first, then." And waits to see what everyone else has to say.
Alaric had clambered down from the wagon to go into his own. A few moments later, he emerges and climbs back on top of the wagon.
"I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for Tunuak's behavior," Nalvanaq says.
"Magical coercion? Mundane blackmail or bribery? Lust for power? There are many reasonable explanations, but none of them pleasant." Hrunndalf is not in a mood to forgive Tunuak for wanting to sacrifice a caravan member.
"Magical coercion? Mundane blackmail or bribery? Lust for power? There are many reasonable explanations, but none of them pleasant." Hrunndalf is not in a mood to forgive Tunuak for wanting to sacrifice a caravan member.
Nalvanaq frowns a bit at this. "If you wish to make such accusations against our shaman," she says, "Then either make them with proof, or do not make them at all."
Shalelu is more than happy to comply, lifting herself up and grinding herself down fast and hard. The constant stimulation from the vibrator at the top of her clit starts to make her come over and over in what almost seems a mirror image of you on top of her, as the muscles of her body tense and release, tense and release, accompanied by constant cries. Sweat is flying off of her wildly bouncing breasts.
Lio, enraptured by the way you move, by the way your breasts bounce, by the muscles squeezing him, as he is inside you, lets himself go, letting your insistent orgasm give way to his own. And with a small cry, he pumps into you from underneath you. Several swift, hard thrusts upwards, as he spends himself inside you. The hand on your hip holding you tightly, to keep up the pace as he comes. Until he can take no more, and putting the toy to one side, he pulls you down, on top of him, to hold you tightly.
"I do," she breathes, collapsed across you. "Me, pressed against a wall. You, in me. My legs wrapped around your waist." She shifts so that she can turn her head to look at you, and flashes you a smile. "Assuming you're still up for it."
Lio's answer, after a long languid smile while she looks at your lovely body, all splayed out on top of her, is to change forms, into the tall, elven male who resembles her. He deftly maneuvers a bit, and from underneath you, scoops you up, so he can sit, and you are deposited in his lap, in which you are quiet certain to feel that he is indeed up for the challenge. From there, kissing you, he lifts you in his arms, so he can get up and then stand, which he does. And holding you gently in his arms, as if you were a maiden in distress who needed to be carried somewhere safe, or perhaps more accurately, as if he was about to have his way with the maiden in distress, he advances upon a convenient wall.
"Magical coercion? Mundane blackmail or bribery? Lust for power? There are many reasonable explanations, but none of them pleasant." Hrunndalf is not in a mood to forgive Tunuak for wanting to sacrifice a caravan member.Nalvanaq frowns a bit at this. "If you wish to make such accusations against our shaman," she says, "Then either make them with proof, or do not make them at all."
Aye ken "runndalf es upset weth yer Shaman, kause he maide accusashuns 'gainst us weth no proof." Diplomacy
"Naught ta menshun, our laives were jus' threatened. Please forgeve 'is temper." Lio says quietly.
"With emotions running high, I'd say we should get to the bottom of things and sort out this dragon situation sooner rather than later," opines Kalimac.
"With emotions running high, I'd say we should get to the bottom of things and sort out this dragon situation sooner rather than later," opines Kalimac.
Mel looks over at Kalimac, clearly a bit confused.
Aye ken "runndalf es upset weth yer Shaman, kause he maide accusashuns 'gainst us weth no proof."
"Naught ta menshun, our laives were jus' threatened. Please forgeve 'is temper." Lio says quietly.
Nalvanaq raises her eyebrows. "He accused you of being strangers who travel with monstrous creatures. Both appear true to me."
"However, I do not agree with his invoking of the old rites, and can certainly understand why you would find the notion ... upsetting." Her glance takes in Liothonae's hair and ears. "I have no wish to offend the Snowcasters, so I hope you understand I am simply performing my duty when I say again - if you believe him to be anything but an old man grasping at straws to save his town, find the proof of it before you say so to his chief and your host."
Lio, enraptured by the way you move, by the way your breasts bounce, by the muscles squeezing him, as he is inside you, lets himself go, letting your insistent orgasm give way to his own. And with a small cry, he pumps into you from underneath you. Several swift, hard thrusts upwards, as he spends himself inside you. The hand on your hip holding you tightly, to keep up the pace as he comes. Until he can take no more, and putting the toy to one side, he pulls you down, on top of him, to hold you tightly.
Shalelu falls on top of you and wraps her arms around you, clinging to you as you soften inside her.
She spends a few moments simply lying there, getting her breathing back under control.
After a time, she asks, "Copper for your thoughts?"
Lio's answer, after a long languid smile while she looks at your lovely body, all splayed out on top of her, is to change forms, into the tall, elven male who resembles her. He deftly maneuvers a bit, and from underneath you, scoops you up, so he can sit, and you are deposited in his lap, in which you are quiet certain to feel that he is indeed up for the challenge. From there, kissing you, he lifts you in his arms, so he can get up and then stand, which he does. And holding you gently in his arms, as if you were a maiden in distress who needed to be carried somewhere safe, or perhaps more accurately, as if he was about to have his way with the maiden in distress, he advances upon a convenient wall.
She twines her arms about your neck and her legs about your waist, her breasts putting interesting pressure on your chest, and even more interesting pressure happening lower down.
"I see that you are," she purrs.
From the feel of her wetness sliding past your hardness, there is little doubt that she is, as well.