...and does no better than before. "不知怎的，我覺得這些都應該是飲食艾滋病," he says while examining his chopsticks. (At least his Tien is better than his chopstick usage.)
"Here, we'll alternate until you get the hang of it." She begins passing bites to you in between taking her own.
Knowing how little Ameiko has talked about her adventuring past before, and what she has said so far tonight, Kalimac contemplates whether or not to press on for details about her years of being an adventurer.
There is very, very definitely something she is still not saying about that period, and whatever it is, you do not think she wants to talk about it tonight.
Mel smiles, and shakes her head. "I'm glad caravan cohesion isn't my job." Her grin turns a little impish, "I suppose I have to get you to him in time, but would you like my company to pick up your shiny new boots?" A pause, "After all, one of my jobs is to keep you cheerful."
"That is most certainly not one of your jobs. Unless it works the other way as well. Sure, let's get more boots. And after that, I'll just need Striding and Springing, Winged, Levitation, Teleportation, Speed, and Friendly Terrain to have the complete set."
She does. She does exactly as you ask. So much longing and lust and love and need in her expression, that she can barely contain it. And she watches you the entire time. So much more encouraged by what she sees in your gaze, than any words you might utter.
Your body, more packed with nerve endings than you every thought could be possible, is overwhelming you with sensation. Every touch sets off sparklers in your brain. You continue to pleasure yourself until all other thought is driven from you, until there is nothing left but the desperate, aching, imperative, inescapable need to finish.
And at exactly that point, Shalelu closes the gap between you, gently removes your hands from where they are ... and replaces them with her own.
"That is most certainly not one of your jobs. Unless it works the other way as well. Sure, let's get more boots. And after that, I'll just need Striding and Springing, Winged, Levitation, Teleportation, Speed, and Friendly Terrain to have the complete set."
"Of course it is mutual. And we so need to do that. A girl has to have the right shoes for every occasion..." A huge grin, "I am pretty sure that was one of your lessons."
She looks a little shame-faced, "I guess I don't understand first date etiquette."
The purple loaf tastes like lightly spiced blood, with piquant notes of apple, smoke, and motor oil.
The white quivering mass tastes like an omelette.
"I hope you don't mind if we run by the butchers shop and see if they're willing to make a delivery. I'm sure Sandru and Kalimac have things in hand, but...I'd rather send the wolves something just to be sure."
"Not a problem at all. It's always wise to make sure that predators are well-fed."
"What are your thoughts on where to next? I know you mentioned a few places, but my heads been so fuzzy lately."
"I thought perhaps we might go to the races," Buttersnips replies. "Unless that isn't something that interests you."
Then: "Mel, you've been perfect. Date etiquette is simply making sure the other person is having a good time. So you know date etiquette extremely well."
A long pause. "...and now I cannot stop thinking about your panties."
He looks up at the two women, contemplative. Face to face. Then: <I had fun. How was it for everyone else?>
<... Sure, why not. It's better than moping, right? If you're really sure it's not a bother, that is.>
"No bother at all. It'll be fun." She smiles. "Though if you don't mind, I'm going to let Shae" She means to say Shalelu, but in her mind, she says Shae, "know that we're going shopping."
"Of course it is mutual. And we so need to do that. A girl has to have the right shoes for every occasion..." A huge grin, "I am pretty sure that was one of your lessons."
"Oh, most definitely," she says as you begin walking together. "And selecting the right pair for the occasion is important, too. What if you're on a date that you desperately need to teleport away from, and you've got your Friendly Terrains on? Tragedy, that's what."
"No bother at all. It'll be fun." She smiles. "Though if you don't mind, I'm going to let Shae" She means to say Shalelu, but in her mind, she says Shae, "know that we're going shopping."
<Certainly.>
"Ok, did you need to get anything, or do anything before we go?" She asks. After she knows if you're ready, she breaks contact to get up and locate Shalelu in the suite.
And after his own long pause, "So I should not recommend desert, then?" She smiles, "Even if I would like to know what you want to add to your list... I mean I have six months to make everything come to pass."
It takes him a little bit to get back under control. "Oh... I'm a corruptor of the innocent," he says, shaking his head. Then, some humor creeping into his voice: "And the worst part? I'm going to keep corrupting one particular innocent."
Mel, for once, gets the question. She blushes, "I enjoyed myself..." her voice quickly dropping to a mumble.
"Ok, did you need to get anything, or do anything before we go?" She asks. After she knows if you're ready, she breaks contact to get up and locate Shalelu in the suite.
Shalelu is not hard to find, and looks up at the two of you with an inquisitive expression.
Alaric, gobsmacked: "That was your first kiss?"
She nods. It is exactly the same nod that she gave him when he asked if she was fifteen.
It takes him a little bit to get back under control. "Oh... I'm a corrupter of the innocent," he says, shaking his head. Then, some humor creeping into his voice: "And the worst part? I'm going to keep corrupting one particular innocent.
A impish grin, "I am keeping you to that promise."
She looks at the remains of their dinner on the table, "Desert?" Letting her finger play against his palm and wrist, but more relaxed with even just the touch of his hand on her own.
Alaric grins, playfully poking Zaiobe in the ribs. <Liar. You fell asleep.>
<Yes, after the fifth orgasm I was feeling a little worn out,> comes the slightly dry reply. <Which clearly must have been the result of boredom. Next time I shall bring a book.>
<Yes, after the fifth orgasm I was feeling a little worn out,> comes the slightly dry reply. <Which clearly must have been the result of boredom. Next time I shall bring a book.>
The thought is spread to the other two in the link before Mel has a chance to stifle it. <Only after five? That must have been early on...>
As she realizes that thought wasn't private, Mel blushes deeply and prods the remains of the purple loaf on her plate.
Shalelu is not hard to find, and looks up at the two of you with an inquisitive expression.
"Anwyl." Lio's face lights up when she sees Shae. "Do ye mainde ef ah leave ye ta yer own d'vaices fer a couplea auers?" She speaks common, because she's not sure Zaiobe speaks Elven. "Ayed laika ta taike Zaiobeh shoppen." She doesn't elaborate.
"Not a problem at all. It's always wise to make sure that predators are well-fed."
Myriana smiles, looking at Buttersnips appraisingly through lowered lashes.
"I thought perhaps we might go to the races," Buttersnips replies. "Unless that isn't something that interests you."
Myriana sits back in her chair, "The races would be great" she says, her left foot rising slowly to find Buttersnips leg, big toe lightly caressing the outside of her shin. "though I think you'd be faster in any race, able to beat anything we're likely to see here...if you really wanted too." Her voice has lowered, softened, slowed.
To the people who can read her mind, it is a delighted scream. A moment of intense pleasure that instantly brings her to the edge and plummeting off of it.
"Anwyl." Lio's face lights up when she sees Shae. "Do ye mainde ef ah leave ye ta yer own d'vaices fer a couplea auers?" She speaks common, because she's not sure Zaiobe speaks Elven. "Ayed laika ta taike Zaiobeh shoppen." She doesn't elaborate.
"Of course," Shalelu replies. "Go ahead."
Your body, more packed with nerve endings than you every thought could be possible, is overwhelming you with sensation. Every touch sets off sparklers in your brain. You continue to pleasure yourself until all other thought is driven from you, until there is nothing left but the desperate, aching, imperative, inescapable need to finish.
And at exactly that point, Shalelu closes the gap between you, gently removes your hands from where they are ... and replaces them with her own.
Lio moans, cries out. Her arms move to rest on your shoulders, hands linked behind your back. She is giving you complete access, total control.
As Alaric channels, Mel shudders. Her skin gets a few shades deeper green and she barely manages to bite back on a moan. To most of the people in the restaurant it could be passed off as an awkward moment at the table.
To the people who can read her mind, it is a delighted scream. A moment of intense pleasure that instantly brings her to the edge and plummeting off of it.
Zaiobe gasps and clutches the edge of the table, her face suddenly flushed. She squirms in her chair as her hips start moving involuntarily.
"Of course," Shalelu replies. "Go ahead."
Lio smiles, approaches Shalelu. Says to her, very quietly, and in Elven, "When we come back, I'll have a present for you. Keep... keep this evening free? I... would like to take you out."
Lio moans, cries out. Her arms move to rest on your shoulders, hands linked behind your back. She is giving you complete access, total control.
Her mouth finds your breasts. Her deft, dextrous fingers stroke your skin and explore your wetness, rapidly taking you from on the brink ...
To over it.
"Oh, most definitely," she says as you begin walking together. "And selecting the right pair for the occasion is important, too. What if you're on a date that you desperately need to teleport away from, and you've got your Friendly Terrains on? Tragedy, that's what."
"I never seem to have the right shoes... but I always can play a jaunty tune." Mel keeps up the happy banter as they pick up the boots and anything else Ameiko needs. It is only after they part (which may or may not be when Hrunndalf picks Ameiko for the notdate) that Mel realizes that she never asked how Ameiko's date with Kalimac went.
Her mouth finds your breasts. Her deft, dextrous fingers stroke your skin and explore your wetness, rapidly taking you from on the brink ...
To over it.
"Shae! Oh... I... I can't... oh.... take... any...oh ...more..., please, don't ooooohhhhh stop." As she orgasms, hard and fast, and oh so very wet, her muscles clenching and releasing against your fingers over and over, she begs, pleads. She wants more, but it's so intense. She's never felt anything quite like this before.
Myriana sits back in her chair, "The races would be great" she says, her left foot rising slowly to find Buttersnips leg, big toe lightly caressing the outside of her shin. "though I think you'd be faster in any race, able to beat anything we're likely to see here...if you really wanted too." Her voice has lowered, softened, slowed.
What you are doing with your foot is resulting in very interesting reactions in the pattern of Buttersnips' breathing.
"Oh, but I'd be cheating," she says, her sentences becoming short and choppy. "I was born to it. Like a greyhound. Not fair."
Lio smiles, approaches Shalelu. Says to her, very quietly, and in Elven, "When we come back, I'll have a present for you. Keep... keep this evening free? I... would like to take you out."
She smiles back. "I'll look forward to it, Annwyl," she replies in the same language.
She smiles back. "I'll look forward to it, Annwyl," she replies in the same language.
Lio, incredibly happy, stands on the tips of her toes to give Shalelu a kiss, before taking her leave with Zaiobe. She looks back at the tall elf after she has walked over to Zaiobe, one of those super annoying lovey dovey looks on her face, that people not in love just don't understand.
She offers Zaiobe her hand, palm up, to talk through. "Sorry, I should have kept to Taldane. I was just asking her to keep her evening free." Lio's skin turns a little pink as she glances at Shalelu one last time before heading out.
"Shae! Oh... I... I can't... oh.... take... any...oh ...more..., please, don't ooooohhhhh stop." As she orgasms, hard and fast, and oh so very wet, her muscles clenching and releasing against your fingers over and over, she begs, pleads. She wants more, but it's so intense. She's never felt anything quite like this before.
She does not stop. She continues, driving you onward. Seeing how far your body can go.
She does not stop. She continues, driving you onward. Seeing how far your body can go.
It doesn't take much for her to get to the point where she cannot plead any more. Her cries, wordless, passionate, uncontrolled, come forth, as you bring her from one orgasm to the next, and then a third. Like your multiple orgasms earlier, they occur quickly, one after the other, perhaps within the span of a minute. She clings to you, helplessly.
What you are doing with your foot is resulting in very interesting reactions in the pattern of Buttersnips' breathing.
"Oh, but I'd be cheating," she says, her sentences becoming short and choppy. "I was born to it. Like a greyhound. Not fair."
Myri's voice remains low, soft, "Mmmm. So what you're saying is" Myri's toe makes it's way slowly down, "you're in a class by yourself..." then just as slowly back up as Myri takes a sip of tea and swallows, picks up another morsel while keeping Buttersnips eyes locked with hers, down again, "I would have to agree." dipped lightly so traces of wasabi remain on the surface, down to her foot (and if she is wearing footwear that can be easily removed, does so) "you...like going fast," the morsel of food comes back into view nearby as her mouth accepts it, tongue showing ever so briefly coming up and around, taking it in. Her toe runs down Buttersnips foot, then slowly circles under "...don't you?" the nail, lightly strokes sensitive nerve endings along the bottom.
Lio, incredibly happy, stands on the tips of her toes to give Shalelu a kiss, before taking her leave with Zaiobe. She looks back at the tall elf after she has walked over to Zaiobe, one of those super annoying lovey dovey looks on her face, that people not in love just don't understand.
She offers Zaiobe her hand, palm up, to talk through. "Sorry, I should have kept to Taldane. I was just asking her to keep her evening free." Lio's skin turns a little pink as she glances at Shalelu one last time before heading out.
<No need to apologize. And the two of you are adorable, by the way.>
Myri's voice remains low, soft, "Mmmm. So what you're saying is" Myri's toe makes it's way slowly down, "you're in a class by yourself..." then just as slowly back up as Myri takes a sip of tea and swallows, picks up another morsel while keeping Buttersnips eyes locked with hers, down again, "I would have to agree." dipped lightly so traces of wasabi remain on the surface, down to her foot (and if she is wearing footwear that can be easily removed, does so) "you...like going fast," the morsel of food comes back into view nearby as her mouth accepts it, tongue showing ever so briefly coming up and around, taking it in. Her toe runs down Buttersnips foot, then slowly circles under "...don't you?" the nail, lightly strokes sensitive nerve endings along the bottom.
Buttersnips shoe proves easy to slip off.
"I do," she says. "I'm quite willing to go as fast as you like."
<No need to apologize. And the two of you are adorable, by the way.>
Lio blushes. "Thanks." She says quietly. "Should we walk arm in arm? Holding hands like this?" She asks, not sure what the protocol is, and not wanting to make Zaiobe uncomfortable. She shows her the way to the sex shop.
It doesn't take much for her to get to the point where she cannot plead any more. Her cries, wordless, passionate, uncontrolled, come forth, as you bring her from one orgasm to the next, and then a third. Like your multiple orgasms earlier, they occur quickly, one after the other, perhaps within the span of a minute. She clings to you, helplessly.
When Shalelu finally judges that you truly can take no more - at least for now - she wraps her arms around you and holds you.
After your breathing starts to return to normal, she comments, "We may have to be somewhat careful with this new ability of yours, lest we forget to eat and starve to death."
When Shalelu finally judges that you truly can take no more - at least for now - she wraps her arms around you and holds you.
After your breathing starts to return to normal, she comments, "We may have to be somewhat careful with this new ability of yours, lest we forget to eat and starve to death."
Lio laughs. She's still holding you.
"That's what you get for making everything feel so wonderful. How can anything be this good? Every time?" She echoes your words from earlier. She is still amazed.
After a long moment, just holding you. "Perhaps we should... finish getting cleaned up?" She suggests, before untangling herself from you slowly.
On the second day around noon, Hrunndalf comes riding into the inn's courtyard on a dun courser, with a second one in tow. He's wearing his light leathers and what appear to be new boots covered in Skald runes, and he is unarmed apart from a pair of throwing axes strapped to his thighs. He looks around for Ameiko and Melinda.
Lio laughs. She's still holding you.
"That's what you get for making everything feel so wonderful. How can anything be this good? Every time?" She echoes your words from earlier. She is still amazed.
After a long moment, just holding you. "Perhaps we should... finish getting cleaned up?" She suggests, before untangling herself from you slowly.
"Perhaps it is because we are young and in love," Shalelu says as you disentangle yourselves. She slides herself back into the water and floats on her back, sounding a little dreamy. "And perhaps in two hundred years time we will be old and in love ... and it will be even better."
With the military discussions taken care of, Hrunndalf looks around the group and says, "I think it would be good to have celebratory dinner together, with the whole caravan, before we leave town. We a lot to drink to. Achievements past and future. What say you?"
On the second day around noon, Hrunndalf comes riding into the inn's courtyard on a dun courser, with a second one in tow. He's wearing his light leathers and what appear to be new boots covered in Skald runes, and he is unarmed apart from a pair of throwing axes strapped to his thighs. He looks around for Ameiko and Melinda.
Ameiko is indeed there, dressed for travel.
The room you are led to has walls lined with an extremely impressive array of sex toys, games, lubricants, costumes, and other apparatus. There is a sensual woman behind the counter with a wily expression. When you enter, she looks the pair of you up and down.
"You're hired," she immediately says to Zaiobe.