Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

Balking at the sudden reprimand from his host, Mahon watched with a surly, uptight frown as the little creature was lifted and clambered away self-righteously. It is a tiny demon, he corrected in a low grumble, sniffing stoutly, watching the furry critter disappear from sight. Still, he couldn't help but smirk at Mara's quip over his threat to eat the animal, the expression faltering when she smiled herself, talking of oddly named delicacies. I do enjoy peas in stew and gruel, he said with a nod, growing semi-serious as he cleared his throat. Lily's was always the best with a sumptuous heel of warm bread. If you are able to improve upon it, I will indeed be impressed. Also, I already have clothes. Thank you. It was odd to have this unmarried, untethered woman offering to care for him and Mahon wasn't sure how to take it. Especially when the customs were so outlandish, it had him questioning what would be appropriate or not. It didn't help matters that she wore pants like a man but it did everything but put him in mind of anything masculine about her. The fabric was strange, clinging to her legs and rear end, so, every time she bent, or put her hands at waist level, Mahon's eyes dipped to the voluptuous v between her thighs or licked over her rounded backside. He was glad of having removed his armor, his blood heating against his better judgement to think of her thick, childbearing hips and how soft she would be... Looking away from the way her supple breasts curved plumply, Mahon tried to focus his mind on the question of who she was. She'd said they were friends but Mahon did not know her and she seemed at a loss to explain it as well. So...did he pay her for her services? As Mahon watched her talk aloud to herself while tapping at her different metal stone boxes, he wondered if she were possibly insane. An insane witch? Maybe he'd made a mistake coming with her? A stranger in a strange land who knew his name, his sword, and his brother's name. What if this wasn't what he thought it was? What if this were some elaborate spell by Gammon? He decided to warily hold off judgement and trust for now until he had more concrete answers. Mahon blinked over the time frame, not understanding how these things would arrive or why. Watching her warily as she moved to the seating area, Mahon forced his eyes away from her plump and pert backside when she bent to retrieve some small trinket from the table. I will stand. Thank you, he said warily, trying to keep from looking at her beautiful smile that had him feeling stirrings that made his resolve weaken. How do you know my brother? he asked, giving her a sideways look, watching her for any signs of deceit. And you promised to explain what you meant from the carriage ride. How did you make Jais, my mentor? And Lily? What did you mean by such words? Is it a custom here? Did you know them both? Neither spoke of you to me. Head tilted softly, Mahon let his eyes stroke over her breasts gently, trying not to get distracted. The wounds of Lily and Tiger's deaths still ran deep within him but aside from his quest to avenge them, Mahon had found ways to occasionally soothe the ache of the loss. So much so that habit had him giving in to the urge momentarily, even as the painful subject was brought up, his body responding softly to the tempting comfort right in front of him.