"yes" the simple warrior woman said simply. It was nicer than anything she had ever been in. She smiled, then went to fill the bath, her palm pointed down into the tub, she prayed for water and water poured out of her hand into the tub.
The illusion of her armor flickered away, leaving the dented, stained, well used steel as her garb.
When you finish, her eyes sharpen and focus entirely on your own eyes. And it should be afraid.
Because her Shadow, the Silence Between, is the sworn enemy of all such things. Her free hand takes hold of her holy symbol. Especially those who would snatch up innocent people and twist them to their own desires.
When they claim they are 'They Who Devour All Things'-- Her starlight mote pointedly adds quotation marks in the appropriate places. --it is little more than posturing. They are, for all their pretensions of being all-powerful, quick to flee when one greater than them steps forward.
Their words are as empty as their future. Their motives are as knowable as a tyrant's, and twice as transparent. Her eyes blaze with starlit fervor. I have looked into the heart of a void. And it was the one that recoiled in fear.
Triel slinks up behind Devie as she starts filling the tub and pats her twice on her bottom. "Thank you, Devie."
She then collapses into the armchair with her cloak on it, letting out a sigh of tiredness.
Taking in the luxury of the room, Ayhoka smiles.
"Yes it does." she says setting down her gear and removing her cloak. Smiling as Triel goes over to thank Devie for getting the bath ready, she watches as the drow falls back into the plush chair. "Looks like you might need some help getting undressed for the bath." she says with a hint of a smirk.
The drow fixes Ahyoka with a look, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "And you would like to?" She asks, rising from the chair and stepping up to the sorceress.
After some time, her star mote begins writing anew.
If it is as persistent as you say, then you will need to confront it at some point. Fend it off if you must, destroy it if you can. She looks back down into your eyes. As to whether you will put your own power at risk...
...I do not know. My own clerical magics come from a divine covenant between myself and the Black Butterfly. I must entreat the Silence Between for my spells--do you commune with this dark power of yours, or is it always at your call?
Devie still kneeling at the tub, sees the two other women getting closer, and knows THEN (Finally) that this is not just about baths. Triel had asked about just them, and Devie hadn't even imagined being good enough to hold Triel.
And Ayhoka... well... Devie gulped.
No matter what, her armor had to come off, which would take some time, so the warrior starts working open buckles, putting down heavy steel this and that, slowly revealing the body of the runelord of lust.
Triel gives Devie a glance as she hears the telltale sounds of metal armour being shed.
She then turns back to Ahyoka. "Well? Are you delaying undressing me for Devie's benefit?"
"Because, admittedly, I understand."
Looking between Devie and Triel, Ahyoka smiles.
"I figured she would enjoy the show as well." she purrs, kneeling to remove first one of Triel's boots, then the other, before rising and walking slowly around her as she seeks the fastenings of her spidersilk armor, all the while keeping an eye toward Devie as she sheds her shell of steel.
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Triel slides her scarf off to give Ahyoka room to work--and when the sorceress finds the fastenings at the back, holds still as she unhooks them and slides her hands beneath.
The drow shivers a little as Ahyoka's warm hands caress the naked skin of her back, coaxing the spidersilk bodysuit into sliding off of her. It doesn't take too long before Triel steps out of the pooling garment and sets her crimson silk scarf aside, leaving herself in all her natural onyx glory.
She turns and leisurely stretches, giving Devie and Ahyoka a good long show. "Mmmm..."
"Right now I am...am...am forcing it to stay hidden but if I stop it will do this," she had moved somewhat away from Seri to get some space around her and unleashed her hold on her power. At first nothing seemed to happen in the largely darkened room but after a moment she moved to stand in the shaft of moonlight. The light seemed to lens around her her in an odd fashion and dust and debris began to pull in towards her and circle forming a disk of matter that was spiraling in towards her only to disappear when it got close enough. After letting Seri see Hope forced the power back within herself and moved back to sit by Seri. She reached her hand out to take Seri's but stopped, afraid of how Seri would react.
When you pull it back, the priestess' eyes are resolute. Her hand finds yours. If the power you now wield comes from within, then I suspect it is your own, regardless of its origin. Something that your tormentor did not account for, I believe.
Her eyes soften when she sees your bruises. Is there anything I can to do help you with those bruises? Her star-words ask.
Devie finally gets down to a skiff, then looks up to see the lack of anything on Triel, her eyes transfixed, even though she has shyly explored every inch before.
"The bath..." she manages, giving a gulp.
Hope smiled a bit sickly and said, "I don't usually feel it much anymore, I'm used to it, but today was really...rough, and I had to push myself to the end of my strength." Hope sounded like an injured child as she asked plaintively, "Can you make the pain stop Seri," with tears in her eyes.
"Hmm?" Triel opens her eyes and looks at Devie's fascinated expression. "Oh, yes."
She saunters over to Devie and giggles. "Devie, darling, you are so easy to fluster, aren't you? It's adorable, really."
The drow then tests the water with her hand.
Her star mote flies down to your head as Seri takes her holy symbol in hand. She bows her head, and you feel her trace some gestures in your palm.
When she raises her head again, her star mote circles you for several moments. With each pass, you feel the profound aching in your body subsiding more and more... until, strangely, it's not there anymore.
It is only a temporary relief, Hope, but it should at least let you sleep peacefully. Seri smiles, her star mote writing her words above her head anew.
After a few moments, Triel nods. "Yes, I think the water's warm enough."
Devie's blush takes over her entire face, then at the mention of the water, Devie unties her skiff, letting it fall to the floor, showing the flush goes Much further.
She waits a moment to see if Triel wants to get in first.
When she read what Seri had to say Hope leaned in to grab her into a grateful hug as she said, "The pain is gone, thank you Srei!" She held onto her friend and sobbed gratefully as she enjoyed being free of pain for once."[/b]
Triel eyes Devie's exceptionally-sculpted body as she finally lets her shift fall, licking her lips with intent.
She notices Devie's blushing (and, really, it was impossible not to) and, her expression changing to one of concern, leans over to whisper in her ear.
"Devie, dearest, if you're not comfortable with this, you can step back. I'll understand." Her breath tickles Devie's ear before she slides into the water and relaxes.
Hope's starlight mote starts to write something before you hug her.
Instead, her mote circles around the two of you as she hugs you back, letting you cry on her shoulder.
Devie shivered, not the bad kind, as Triel gets so close, her eyes closing to feel the warmth... then SHOOT open in surprise, her mouth an O, before it babbles out "NO! I mean, Yes, but No." what she means exactly maybe she doesn't even understand.
But she does get a look of determination, as she joins Triel in the water.
Triel smiles and guides Devie to sit in front of her, her back pressing up against the drow's sizeable bust. She wraps her arms around the oracle's front and nuzzles her neck in contentment.
"...thank you, Devie." She whispers into her ear before looking up at Ahyoka.
"Your turn." She nods at the pile of clothes and armour.
Surprisingly, she leans in to your ear.
"You're welcome." She whispers. Her voice sounds strangely, wonderfully melodic.
Ahyoka simply stands, enjoying the view as Devie disrobes as well, taking in the stunning contrast between the two drastically different, yet equally intoxicatingly beautiful warriors standing before her, enjoying their interplay as they get into the tub.
Now having a very captive audience, the sorceress enjoys the feel of both women’s gazes on her as she slips her boots off, walking a few steps closer before easily letting her dress fall to the floor, fully unveiling her amply proportioned body, adorned only by her myriad of exotic tattoos, and body jewelry that emphasize her charms.
She gives a little turn, allowing her companions the full view before slinking over to the large tub, with a coy smile on her lips.
Triel's eyes are firmly on Ahyoka as she disrobes, her hands sliding up Devie's skin as the show goes on.
"Beautiful." She breathes, her grin widening.
"..why don't more surfacer women have such confidence in their own bodies, I wonder?"
"Might have something to do with all this...civilization." Ahyoka says with a chuckle, gesturing to the room around them and the city in general. "Don't get me wrong, there are definitely benefits to these massive sprawling cities, but the more...advanced their society, the more filled with repressed notions of what is and isn't acceptable."
Triel frowns as she untangles herself from Devie and retrieves some washcloths and a bottle of violet-coloured soap. "Sometimes I feel like I'll never really understand surfacer customs."
"Or perhaps I'm something of an outlier when it comes to body image and sexual mores. Who knows." She starts lathering her skin up.
Hope decided that while going too far would not be right that at least, maybe, she could spend the night next to Seri and just sleep. Surely just sharing the bed wouldn't be a problem...right? Hope gave Seri a nervous look and asked, "Can I Stay with you tonight Seri?"
As the woman settles into the middle of the near overflowing water (fluid volume ratios are beyond her intellect), she thinks about the conversation.
Devie would point out her own body awkwardness comes from not being born in this body, but they know that. But also her inner Evie had opinions "Protection." she colors after she blurts the word out. "Um... I think part of it is about fear, drawing attention someone might not want, and the fear of being unable to stop it." she babbles, but fractured memories of the small Evie and her own fears give her enough confidence to not stop. "At least for some."
The drow stops, Devie's words sticking in her head.
"...when you put it that way, Devie, it does make more sense." She replies, slowly resuming washing herself.
Devie realizes she might have muddled things "But not me, not now" With only some hesitation in her voice, she straightens her back, to appear more confident, raising her upper body out of the water.
Cleaning! She reminded herself, and looks around for soap, finding some she concentrates on the task.
Triel gives Devie's soapy bust a very fond look before turning to Ahyoka.
"Now, Ahyoka..." She purrs. "...I'm curious, do you intend for this to be a one-time affair between us? Or are you hoping for something more long-term?"
"If Devie is comfortable with such an arrangement as well, that is." She adds, glancing at the adorably awkward oracle.
Alo enjoying the view, Ahyoka smiles as she settles into the tup on the other side of Devie, letting out a sigh as the warm water envelops her. "To be honest, I'd be perfectly fine with whatever works for the two of you." she says, her gaze moving between the two women, with definite appreciation. "Enjoy the good moments while they happen."
Comfortable?? Devie is anything but comfortable at the moment, between two women of exceptional beauty, grace,and confidence. Boiling, melting, flushed to toes to nose, tongue tied, befuddled, and blessed.
All these things, but not 'comfortable'. Still the meaning behind the sentence the word is in, she understands. Looking up at Triel, the raven haired warrior nods.
”In that case…”
Triel holds up a soapy washcloth and eyes Ahyoka. ”…may I give you a hand washing up? Or perhaps two?”
Ayhoka's grin widens, drinking in both women's gazes and opening her arms in a quite welcoming, and eye-catching gesture. "That....would be very welcome."
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Devie is hesitant but feels her awkwardness would only grow worse if all she did was watch. So as Triel kisses from the front, Ahoyoka feels the tentative touch of the oracle behind her. Soft and gentle despite her strength, tracing her shoulders, then down the center line of her back. A light kiss starts to where her fingers started, followed by another next to it, tracing the pathway.
Hope, I pray you do not find this too forward of me...
Her expression turns somewhat anxious.
...but I would really like to see you again, after tonight.
Her washcloth lies draped on the edge of the tub, forgotten, as Triel's hands busy themselves anew, with one hand gracing Ahyoka's bare breast with a sensual grope and the other seeking Devie's hand, entwining their fingers together in a silent gesture of thanks and solidarity.
After a moment of silence Hope smiled, just a little, and said, "I would like that Seri, I would like that a lot." She put one arm around Seri and pulled her into an embrace, though she went no further than that for the time being.
The dreams you have that night are of a peaceful void--one not haunted by eldritch horrors who thrive on the despair and suffering of mortals. There's a feeling of being protected this night--of the silence itself shielding you from the pain of ages.
Devie loses herself in the acts of touch and kiss, there isn't a ton in her head to begin with. instinct coupled with significant practices with Triel means the lack of directed thought does not hamper the deed, but enhances since it doesn't allow the warrior's significant number of insecurities to bumble about in her brain while she desperately wants to concentrate.
She squeezes the hand, nibbles a shoulder, sighs at a touch... forgetting about about the bathing part.
She pulls away from Ahyoka's lips with one more nip before leaning in to whisper in the sorceress' ear.
"Stand up."
Abandoning rational though, the sorceress lets the spiritualist's voice, and the fire building between her thighs take over, rising slowly, the water cascading off of her naked form as she gazes hungrily at the women on either side of her, each hand gliding over one of their bodies, savoring the feel of a taut stomach against her palm, a stiffened nipple between her fingers. She stands, legs parted slightly, skin tingling in anticipation, offering her body to them both.
Her hands slide up her tattooed thighs, her fingertips tracing the inks in her skin before settling on her hips. The drow leans in close, her eyes drinking in the sight of Ahyoka's flushed nether lips.
Triel planned on saying something else--perhaps something poetic, or something about how attractive surfacers could be when they shed their inhibitions.
She planned on doing so, but a quick reassessment of priorities showed that her mouth would be better served pressing itself to Ahyoka's flower and exploring it very thoroughly.
So she does. Her tongue slides deep into Ahyoka's entrance, and the drow gently wraps her lips around the sorceress' pleasure nub, sucking and moving her head slowly from side to side as she goes.