Thanks all for letting me join and make an oddball like Devie. I enjoyed getting to know your characters and seeing this adventure path just a bit.
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Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Devie surrenders completely to the two women's caresses, the gentle and not so gentle equally. In no time she is singing exactly the tune they desire from her. Loudly. Repeatedly. Until she sinks into being warm pudding. With a slow blush across her cheeks, and blinking eyes of Oh My.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Seeing the question in Ahyoka's eyes, the ebony-haired woman nods in a way Eager is screamed silently. Somehow her legs spread even wider.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Devie submits easily to her directed position, biting her lower lip as her core is opened. Her breathing heavy as she waits, displacing the water in her abundance.
poked: If there was one thing Devie has learned in the limited time she has been born of two and put in a third, Triel. More specifically Triel's body. The clenching, the sounds, the gentle turned to urgent needs, the trust a surrender from her means. Devie simply loves every single one of them. She could be forever happy with her arms entwined around her, her fingers exploring, her mouth nibbling. Listening, tasting, feeling... just being with her. Even if it is shared. Looking up from her nibble spot, she looks to see how the other woman is enjoying this. Her knowledge of Ahyoka still very limited.
intimacies(Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Devie breathing became short and quick with a stunned awed enchantment in her eyes as she watched Triel taste so sensually into the other woman. She had felt this act, but never seen it. The knowledge combined with the visuals overwhelmed her poor brain in wonder. Minutes passed before she came back to herself, knowing doing nothing might end her involvement and she wanted ANYTHING other than that. So she slipped back through the water, curving around Triel's back, softly tracing a pointed ear with her mouth as her hands wandered to places underwater.
intimacy: 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.
the same: 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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
Devie is by far the most awkward off the three, but knows she must smell rather ripe. And there were stories from far away places about public bathhouses, so bathing together might not mean what it might mean... and if it did mean what it might mean? Well... Devie swallowed and nodded with bright red cheeks.
Devie swallows, then says completely honestly "Yes. You do." then smiles at the drow.
"Sometimes?" Devie asked around a mouthful of yummyness. She felt Triel to to be right most of the time so was confused with the use of the word.
Devie was poking the brown pastry in front of her with a fork. It wiggled and shook with every thrust, much like a thing in a dungeon, which just seemed ODD. But it smelled lovely, the lovely but confused young woman leaned forward to remind her of that scent. Something like... whatever that black liquid was in mugs... She looked up at Triel as she came back, happy since she always had a hard time thinking of what to say around Ahyoka, her tongue felt three times bigger when she looked to the other woman. Noticing the lack of Hope, she looked to see her retreating upstairs. "She found a friend?" A trace of worry colored her voice, her protective instincts still there... even in the presence of jiggly desserts.
Devie leans over and whispers to Hope "what does peckish means? Does it have to do with birds?"
Smells and sounds wrap around Devie's senses like caressing hands, making her eyes widen, and smile, while her cheeks redden when those eyes drift about. "Hi, yes, I think, we are?" the warrior looks at her companions. Since she had been teleported to them, Devie hasn't really done much other than follow their lead.
Devie looks around in wonder, forgetting about the ducks completely. She feels like a bull covered in pots and pans, in looks, sounds, and smells. She can't do anything about the smell, wearing heavy armor through two battles just makes one smell. But she can the look. Her steel clad body shifts into the black dress Sorshen had worn throughout the evening (when she wasn't disguised). Having a template to copy does help with clothes picking, but it is clear that Devie feels awkward in the form fitting silken cloth. "What is this place?" she asks, trying to distract herself.
Devie seemed satisfied, thinking they looked like pets, and their Da told them not to eat pets. Ever. Which of their Das was a bit muddled in her head, the separate memories are becoming even more congealed into a single person, though that could be almost as confusing at times. Devie is used to confusion though, so shrugs and follows.
Devie leans in close, and whispers "Eat the ducks?"
Devie takes a deep breath at the savory smells coming from the place, her eyes shining as her stomach rumbles. Then she recognizes what meat the smell is, and looks a little in horror at the ducks in the lake. "They... wouldn't?"
Devie nods, but looks worriedly at Hope's bruising. "I could... carry you?" Devie didn't think it would be too hard, and instinctively wanted to, but as awkward as always, she could fathom having the confidence to sweep someone off their feet.
Devie seems to be entranced at the deep red against Triel's dark skin. "Um... I... maybe?"
Devie is disappointed the pretty fire bird turned out to be horrible, since it was so beautiful. The contrasting dark of Hope's blast against its vivid color made a lovely picture, and up for the disappointment. It was only then Devie noticed how hurt Hope was and hurried over. "I'm a muddle, I'll never see things unless you yell at me."
Devie ducks under one of Triel's elegant craving arcs, and delivers brutal blugeon-like hacks as counterpoints.
An awed surprise takes over Devie's face at the luminous bird, then nearly screams as the ground explodes next to her. She hacks almost in reflex at the cultists next to her. "Was the bird... in her?"
As usual there is no commentary or engaging wit from Devie as she attacks with her heavy blade. Not because she's trying to act like a serious warrior with only the Battle on her mind. Nope, the reason is because she simply cannot concentrate on two things at once. With two ait shuddering hacks, the armored oracle tries to end the threat of the nearest one to her.
Devie waved at the mention of Vindir, then frowns at the fact it was trying to kill Triel "Is there any way to track who sent it?" her tone shifted from confused to wanting to destroy whoever did.
Devie takes another step back to get away from the creature, but the creature is no longer there. At all. The look on her face shifts from fear of what its touch will do to surprise. "It touched me, then died??" she looks at her arm (where it had touched her) in wonder.
The armored warrior tries to step away from the thing trying to touch her, a very This Can't Be Good expression on her lovely face, before it is gone, and she is gone.
"where did... it come from?" Devie wonders aloud, a better question than her first thought about the practicality of flaming hair. But then the creature's sword cracking with frost rips into Triel, and all questions are abandoned other than how to hurt that creature back for hurting HER.
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"Oh, what is... Where is... Hope!!!" she screams above the timeless crowds, drawing her massive sword and letting her panic swell her physical need to hunt for her friend.
Devie sighed in relief. A new body? She raised her gauntleted hand and stared at it, flaying her fingers out and looking some more. Deven had been tall and strong, though kind of lumpy. And Evie had been small and round but with a dimple in her cheeks. But Devie... "No. The me that is me has only been this, so I'd like to stay. Thank you." she smiled at the runelord that both looked like her So much and also not at all. She had asked questions, and kind of got lost in knowing if she had any others, so she said "What now?"
Devie almost laughed at the thought of great power from the likes of her, at least two parts of her, but even then really only one part that truly is scoff-able at in that regard. But all those fractions just made her head hurt. "Okay" the 'exactly where you are supposed to be' made her feel better. Her eyes follow the two other women as they float up to join them on the roof. "Um, when we get done, with ne- bad runelords, do you need your body back?"
Devie looks down to the street below. "I'm... an accident. Me, and me, and this." A gauntleted finger taps her head twice, to talk about Evie and Devin, then once on her chest to talk about her body. "Why bring me to them then, since I wasn't supposed to happen?"
Devie responded with a quick "Yes mam" at the offer of joining her to talk. She starts to walk away quickly, a clamor of steel, when Triel groans out her statement "But you did good." she says a little confused. There were questions, drinking and answers she never knew about from all of them. She never got asked anything, which was good, cause she might not have known the answer. Then she smiles, and heads after the runelord. At the tower she looks up at wonder, eyes wide, as the lady floats up. For a moment she thinks How Am I??? then she remembers she has magic and does the same thing.
The armored woman rises all the way up, but fails anything similar to 'alighting', more of Thudding, with some stonework raining down to those below. But she made it.
Devie's cheeks flare up at the thought, but instead of saying no like before, she nods. Hesitant and slow, but she still nods.
"But... she's asking now?" Devie asks, whether it is because she is confused by Triel's answer or really hoping to hear what she would have been if she could have been, is unknown. Even to Devie.
Devie nods "It is cute."
Devie thinks back, to sunsets she has seen. Kind of a redish, purplish, yellowish mix with blue all around it. So she looks a bit confused still. But her looking confused is normal enough.
"Is it purple?" Devie asked quickly with interest.
Devie's mouth drops at the sacrificing slaves part. While she's not much of a shiny knight, the potential wrongs in that one sentence is astronomical. That doesn't stop her from shifting her chair closer to provide a steel shoulder for Triel to stabilize herself on.
Devie thinks, which is hard, states at the cup then around the group. She looks a long time at Hope, but then hands it to Sorshen. "Are you ticklish?" she might be asking for a friend
Devie has never been a good judge of prices and money. Once when she was too people, he or she would have balked at the very idea of spending 50 gold on anything, cause well they never had that amount to consider spending it. The combination of the two of them though, combined with the insane amount of gold that seems to flow out of adventuring... well "Okay." she fishes out 50 gold and hands it to him.
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