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Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Triel lets out a little whimper of surprise as Ahyoka claims her anew, her legs instinctively spreading so the sorceress may delve as deeply as she wish between them.
She closes her eyes and surrenders to the natural rhythm of their naked bodies moving in tandem, tongue and fingers penetrating deep, savouring every errant twitch, every burst of warmth and every drawn-out sound of fulfillment. It was times like this that she knew she was where she belonged.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Seeing Ahyoka's very strong reaction to being so pleasured, Triel opts to stay the course... mostly.
One finger slides out of the sorceress' flower and slides down to her other hole, slipping inside with help from her natural fluids. The drow lets out a growl as she begins thrusting her fingers anew.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): "...really?" Triel finds herself tilting her head.
"In that case, I wonder what would happen if I did this..." A wicked little grin appears on her face. A moment passes before the drow's lips wrap around Ahyoka's clit, her tongue sliding beneath to taste, rub and massage inside. There's a sensation of vibration as she begins to hum a slow, tranquil tune against the sorceress' pleasure button. A pair of curious fingers slide in, rubbing and feeling and thrusting with gentle, practiced ease.
Alas. It was fun while it lasted. It was fun to bring Triel out of retirement. Thanks for GMing for us.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Triel smirks.
Her fingers trace along the inks of Ahyoka's arrow, etched and imbued so artfully along her forearm. There's a little tingle at her fingertips wherever she touches the design--an echo of the magic contained within. Her lips swiftly follow. The lotus flower nestled in the valley of the sorceress' cleavage is the next to be inspected. Triel gently turns Ahyoka over to get a more comfortable position. This time, her lips take the lead in exploration, tasting the smooth, ink-etched skin and inviting the magical tingling into her mouth. The drow lets out an almost-imperceptible moan as the magic caresses her tongue in return. Her hands travel down the length of Ahyoka's thighs, seeking out whatever magical inks lie within them while Triel kisses her way down to the twin tattoos of her scorpion and guardian. "...mmmm..." She pulls back to appreciate the tattoos, taking them in. "...I have to ask, Ahyoka, do you do your own tattoo work?" The drow says before dipping forward and planting a warm kiss on the scorpion. Another shift of her hands, and Ahyoka's hips are cradled and gently lifted upwards. Triel spreads the sorceress' nether lips with her thumbs, her tongue slowly licking her own in anticipation.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Triel pauses in her intimate tracing of Ahyoka's curves as she feels some questing fingers between her legs.
"I haven't yet had a chance to really examine those wonderful tattoos of yours, dear Ahyoka." She replies, her lips right on Ahyoka's ear. "With lips, tongue, fingers... rest assured, I will be well acquainted with every single one of them by the time I'm through." The words send a pulse of sheer heat and wetness to her nether lips.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Triel follows Ahyoka, her legs shaking a little and her hand feeling quite warm in the sorceress' own.
With a brief glance at the sleeping form of her dear Devie (and knowing just how heavy of a sleeper she could be), the drow turns her eyes to Ahyoka, taking in the sorceress' immaculate, tattooed body. With a lick of her lips, she descends next to Ahyoka, this time trailing kisses down her back while her hands traced the curves of her breasts.
Looking forward to it. ;)
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): "...ohh..."
Triel's hips slowly rock and arch into Ahyoka's lips and finger, her lips quirking into a smile as her eyes begin to roll back into her head. "...yes..." Her breath catches in her throat as the sorceress hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Ah... Ahyoka, I want to pleasure you too, you know." She asks, her eyes fully closing.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): Triel obeys, sitting at the edge of the tub and letting Ahyoka work her magic across her body.
It was times like these that she truly felt comfortable. The life of a politically-inclined drow was one of paranoia and deceit--with character judgements and decisions about which player to back needing to be made in split-seconds (if even that), the pressure to perform was more than many could bear. In the now, there was no negotiating to be done, no alliances to preserve or unmake. There was only her, an exceptionally-skilled and beautiful surfacer, and not a stitch of clothing between her and hopefully many many orgasms. "...Gods, I love being naked." Triel whispers aloud to no one in particular. Her legs wrap around Ahyoka's head, not so subtly encouraging her to continue.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka, NSFW): After putting Devie to bed, Triel comes back and pulls the naked sorceress into a deep embrace.
"Mmmmmhhhh..." She moans into Ahyoka's mouth before briefly pulling away and leaning into her ear. "How do you want me?" She revels in the press of their naked flesh together.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): "I believe so." Triel nods in agreement, rising up and helping Devie out of the tub.
She gives the waterlogged floor a look. "...maybe we should've taken this to the bedroom instead..." The drow winces before shaking her head. "Oh well."
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): "Goooooood girl." Triel whispers into Devie's ear as the last of her climaxes winds down.
She plants a gentle kiss on Devie's trembling lips before looking down at Ahyoka, the sorceress still between her legs. "I think we may have worn her out." She says with a cheeky grin on her face.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): "Let's."
Triel's voice emerges as a growl of dominance, and she punctuates her agreement with a gentle pinch of Devie's nipples. She licks her lips in the aftermath of Ahyoka kissing her.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Triel nods, smiles, and slides her hands to cup Devie’s breasts, massaging them. Her eyes close as she takes the oracle’s ear into her mouth, letting out a deep, lustful sigh directly into her.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): By the time Triel comes back to herself, her head is hanging between Ahyoka's legs, her lungs burning and gasping as her own body settles down from the sudden orgasm Devie gave her.
Almost immediately, the fire ignites between her legs again, and she turns to the oracle with a sinister, lascivious grin. While she could not speak for the rest of her people, the drow knew her own libido was not so easily satisfied with merely one little death--it might not even be sated with a second. Or a third. But however many she had, she'd make damned certain her partners had as many as their bodies could bear. "Your turn, ssinssrigg." Her hand touches Devie's cheek and she pulls her in for a deep, hungry kiss before turning her around, sliding to the far edge of the tub, the drow's back flush against the wall. Her hands slide beneath her lover's thighs, spreading them wide open for Ahyoka's viewing pleasure.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Triel's hands slide around to Ahyoka's cheeks and she pulls the sorceress closer, her finger gently rubbing the hole between them. She lets out a purr and looks up into the sorceress' eyes, her own sunset eyes lidded in a mix of reverence and lust.
Her ministrations abruptly stop for a moment, however, when Devie moves behind her and takes the tip of her ear into her mouth. Triel gasps and shivers, her legs instinctively spreading open for the oracle's fingers to explore between. "Devie--yes, like that--ohhhh..." She moans before sinking back into Ahyoka's flower, her hips gently grinding against Devie's fingers as well. Her eyes roll back and close as pleasure begins to pulse through her body, any pretense of dominance melting into sweet submission.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Triel leans back to give Ahyoka room to stand, taking in the sorceress' physique with licked lips and an almost wolfish grin. She lets out a little shiver as Ahyoka plays with one of her nipples as she rises.
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.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): Triel lets out a purr as she feels Devie nibbling her shoulder.
She pulls away from Ahyoka's lips with one more nip before leaning in to whisper in the sorceress' ear. "Stand up."
Hope & Seri: Seri nods and sinks into sleep. It's not long before the day's fatigue catches up to you, and you follow.
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.
Intimacies (Triel/Ahyoka/Devie, NSFW): An entwining of tongues. A growl in the throat. A nip at Ahyoka's lip. All of these things rise up from within the drow--and with them come the abandonment of any pretense towards bathing.
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.
Hope & Seri: Seri's starlit mote hovers over the bed as she takes your hand again.
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.
Intimacies (NSFW): Triel needs no more invitation to slide over to the sorceress. Her washcloth slides up one of Ahyoka's arms while her other hand slides around the back of the sorceress' neck, pulling her in for a teasing kiss.
”In that case…” Triel holds up a soapy washcloth and eyes Ahyoka. ”…may I give you a hand washing up? Or perhaps two?”
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.
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.
Hope & Seri: Seri smiles and nods before sitting at the edge of the bed.
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.
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?"
Hope & Seri: Seri smiles, her mote twinkling over both of your heads.
Surprisingly, she leans in to your ear. "You're welcome." She whispers. Her voice sounds strangely, wonderfully melodic.
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.
Hope & Seri: I
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.
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.
After a few moments, Triel nods. "Yes, I think the water's warm enough."
"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. Hope & Seri: Something in your tone causes Seri to briefly gasp, her throat tightening and her eyes starting to glisten with unshed tears.
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.
Hope & Seri: Seri watches as you let your void power manifest itself, the light in the room bending as the dark disc appears in your hand.
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.
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..."
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."
Hope & Seri: Seri looks up in thought.
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?
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.
Hope & Seri:
Seri waits and listens to your explanation/rant, her expression at once attentive and unreadable.
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.
Hope & Seri: Seri's expression forms into a concerned frown.
There is a long pause before her starlight mote forms words. The darkness in you is afraid of me? She tilts her head again, shifting a little closer to you. Do you mean... Her mote trails off.
Hope & Seri: Seri tilts her head at you, her expression puzzled.
My apologies, I did not realize you had so little experience with Desna. Her starlight writes above her head. Desna... she is The Song of the Spheres. The girl's face turns... starstruck, for lack of a better term. Lady Luck, the Tender of Dreams, She who tore the skull from the demon lord Aolar and laid waste to his Abyssal realm. She is also the creator of the Black Butterfly--her Shadow in the Sky, the Silence Between, She whom the Dark Tapestry fears. Her hand slides across the bed, offering to take your own. The black butterfly on her chest seems to take on a curious lustre as her words linger in the air.
Triel slides out of her chair and leads the girls upstairs, her hips gently swaying as she goes.
"...well. This looks quite comfortable, no?" Triel asks, already taking off her cloak and slinging it across one of the armchairs.
"In that case..." Triel's smile turns sultry and focused on both Devie and Ahyoka. "...I'd like to propose that we check out this inn's best room--and see what amenities it has. Hopefully, it'll have a bath big enough for the three of us, eh?" She twines a finger into her new magic scarf.
"Well..." Triel thinks for a bit. "...alright, I usually have good ideas."
”Good.” Triel nods. ”See, I sometimes have good ideas.”
Triel looks back as Hope and Seri go upstairs. "It seems that way." "Incidentally..." The drow turns back to the two women. "...have you two been enjoying yourselves?"
Hope: Seri leads you to a darkened bedroom upstairs, away from even the soft ambience of the Grotto's common room. The only source of illumination in the room is the shaft of moonlight streaming in through a nearby open window overlooking the park outside--it falls across a well-kept two-person sized bed and thick, plush rug.
Seri sits on the edge of the bed, her mote of starlight dancing above her head. I honour two goddesses, though my faith is only pledged to one. I honour Desna with my song, and her Shadow with my silence. I am a follower of the Black Butterfly. |
