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Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

Maya did know better than to imbibe too much alcohol. Only a little, used to lubricate the social functions and nothing more. The last thing either of them needed was slurred words or stupid comments. Still, it was hard to keep too much track when the servants kept filling your cup. Maya could feel herself become slightly buzzed by the drink, and it was then that she pushed it aside. But again things had gone well. Duruz had taken her hand in his, shaking in agreement with the mater. Plus things were going quite well, quite quickly. Duruz seemed to concede every point that Maya had brought up. Even the more dire suggestions, such as strict hunting rights and recompense for deaths were simply nodded and agreed too. Soon they wouldn't have anything else to discuss. Indeed, it was only a matter of a small movement of the sun, no more than two hours at most, by the time they ran out of things to discuss. The surprised chieftess actually blinked at the orc. You are being most accommodating, leader, she complimented My people will be quite pleased to hear of this when I return to them. I believe all is settled, unless you had something else you wished to address.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

Duruz couldn't help but chuckle as the alcohol seemed to be taking more affect on her than she would have liked. She would have no more it seemed. Duruz continued to listen in with the human's proposals, continuing to agree with each one she made. As much as it surprised her, things went by very quickly. they hadn't been here nearly as long as one would expect. Once they were finished, Duruz let out another loud bellow at her comments. Haha! You praise me too much. Yes, hopefully this will serve to ease tensions completely. I'll be sure to make sure my own kind are to abide by these proposals as well. He stood up from the stone, stretching slightly from sitting so long. He had quite an impressive figure if Maya were to be paying attention, as all the orcs did. Of course, they would need it for easily overpowering their opposition. I don't think there is anything else that is necessary for us to speak about. Everything has been pretty much settled. he said, a pleasant grin on his face. I suppose the only thing would be about that flower. he said, motioning towards the same flower that he had offered her earlier. I figure that it suits a beauty such as yourself. he said with a light chuckle.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

The bellow nearly made Maya jump, but she hid her surprise well enough, forcing a smile at the other leader. Yes, she did notice his figure, as she noticed most orcish figures. They were quite... impressive. And large. Doubtless every bit of them happened to be quite large. not that Maya cared much for such things she barely looked at the men of her own tribe, let alone the virile orcs. Oh yes, the flower, said the chieftess. she reached over, taking the blossom in her hands. She nodded toward the orc, before threading it into her hair. It stood out along the dark chestnut of her well fit locks, enhancing her beauty as one would expect. She paused, turned to the orc leader so he could see his appreciation for her gesture. Nothing immediately happened. She shifted, reaching up to take the flower. Perhaps it had some special scent? Maya lifted it to her nose, taking a delicate whiff of it, breathing in the scent of the flower. It had a sharp, pungent smell, one that seemed vaguely familiar to the chieftess. No sooner had she sniffed it then she lowered her hands, and the flower. Odd, but it had suddenly gotten hotter in the tent. She felt flushed, as though heat were rising from somewhere within he. stranger still, it seemed focused on a few key points of her body. Her breasts. Her sex. They both seemed to be heating. that was... strange. It smells lovely, she managed, the arousal already beginning to creep subtly into her voice. I'm not 100 sure how you wanted it to work. Just give me a clue and I'll have it working Maya over in no time
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

Yes indeed. It is a very rare thing to come upon. I'm sure you're aware of just how rare it is. There are specific conditions that need to be met in order for it to grow. They only grow around this time of year near a big body of water. The soil needs to be just the right temperature as well. To make things more difficult, the seeds areusually eaten up right away by any animal that happens upon it. He couldn't help but grin as she took a whiff of the flower's scent. Perfect. he thought. Of course, it does look perfect when you wear it as well. It really compliments your beauty. he said, starting to move closer to her. From the way she was acting now, it looked like it was starting to take effect on her body. that, along with the slight buzz of the wine seemed to give a pleasing result. It is quite something isn't it? Truly a thing of beauty to go along with your own. he said.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

That sounds quite rare indeed, agreed Maya. It was getting hotter in here. Beads of sweat formed upon Maya's flesh, dotting her. She felt a droplet slide between her breasts, trailing down into the covering she wore over them. If it continued to be this hot, she'd have to shed her covering. For that matter, it must not be doing its job she could swear she saw her nipples. I'm glad it pleases you, she added. She took another whiff, enjoying the scent a second time. For some reason, she shuddered after, but covered it by smiling at the orc. she threaded the flower into her hair, putting it out of sight and out of mind. The heat seemed to get worse though, and it seemed quite focused. Maya would have to leave this meeting in an untimely fashion, not what she wanted in the slightest. I'm afraid I shall have to leave soon, confessed the chieftess. I believe I am growing ill. that was the only explanation for the sudden flesh, sweat beginning to roll down her frame. Her nipples jutted against the leather of her top, and her skirt suddenly felt like too much covering. Yes, she certainly needed to leave and soak in a cold spring. Soon.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

Haha! That it is. he said with another hearty chuckle. It seems even more fitting, considering how rare it is for a leader such as yourself to come along. Even as he spoke, he was watching the flower's effects start to kick in. The sweat over her body was becoming more evident, and her clothing was becoming undone a bit. He had gotten that quick glance at her impressive breasts as well as her nipples. The next whiff would only prove to make him smile even wider. Hmm? Are you not well? If that is the case, it would be much better if you were to rest up here. You have quite a distance to cover, and your condition may worsen. he said. Please, allow us to look after you, and help to ease whatever is the problem. What was a problem for her, was surely not a problem for Duruz. His plan was working rather well. He would have Maya. He would make sure of it.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

I thank you for your compliments, however deserved they are, replied Maya tactfully. she kept shifting her feet uneasily. The heat simply wouldn't dim. More and more sweat had begun to roll down her body, making her feel even more uncomfortable. Worse, the burning had certainly spread to her loins and breasts, setting both areas aflame. If the chieftess didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she was actually getting aroused. It was an absurd notion, since there was clearly nothing here that would arouse the chieftess. Still, the clinging leather of her ceremonial garb was beginning to feel constricting. The woman reached down to casually slide the skirt a few inches lower, and to release just one clasp upon her top. The air that hit her body felt marvelous, though hardly enough to do much. I think you may be right, Maya finally admitted. It could prove disastrous for me to travel in such a condition. Forgive me for imposing upon your hospitality a while longer. A private tent for resting would be most appreciated. Surely after a few hours I should be fine. And if need be, she could take care of her arousal... personally.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

Duruz watched the chieftess with an amused look on his face. The affects of the flower were truly remarkable, doing much more than the orc had expected. As she relieved herself of some of her restraints, he couldn't help but get a little peak at just how much more it showed him. She would more than likely be too focused on quelling the fire in her loins to notice. Indeed. I will make arrangements for a private tent for you to rest up in. Please rest as long as you need to. he said, motioning to a couple others outside. They will have it set up shortly. In a matter of minutes, they had come back, and he turned to her. Come, I will bring you over. He led her out of the tent, moving her to one nearby that was not quite as big as his. These sort of tents were meant for these sort of situations where their warriors were hurt or resting. A long cloth had been set on the ground for her to rest on, and there was water available for drinking or whatever reason she could think of. Take your time to rest. I will come to check up on you every now and then.
Thread: Life Among the Orcs {Fancy Brat}

The sooner Maya could rid herself of these blasted, confining, hot clothes, the better she'd feel. That fire lit her entire body, causing sweat to begin to bead upon her flesh. Thankfully the chieftess just managed to fight against the blush that she felt rising within her. That certainly wouldn't do, not for a chieftess brokering a truce between peoples. In fact, this whole mess didn't feel quite right. Maya swallowed again, forcing down her arousal. Soon enough she'd be in a tent of her own. She could take care of these wholly uncomfortable, pleasant urges and be on her way. Yes, that should do quite well. the few minutes it took for the servants to set up the tent were nearly painful for the visiting chieftess. Somehow she managed to fight against her urges, though she found herself tugging at her clothing regardless. As soon as the tent was set up, Maya fully intended to race over there. instead, she found herself following the orc chief. The tent looked pleasant enough, especially given the circumstances. About now, Maya would have taken two shaky walls and a pallet for privacy. She smiled and bid the orc goodbye. As soon as Duruz left, Maya hurried over to the water. she took a deep drink of it, before cupping her hands and beginning to pour it over herself. The water along her heated flesh felt wonderful, but it didn't dim the urges. No, it simply made her wet and cool for a few seconds, before turning into a wet, hot heat. Moaning, Maya looked about. Nothing there, and no one was likely to disturb her, beyond Duruz. She moved over to set the water near the door, arranging things so that whoever entered would make enough noise for her to draw into a more reasonable position. Then, the woman lay down upon the cloth, closing her eyes. It was too much. Her hands began roaming her body, seeking out pleasure points. Within moments, the chieftess rolled nipples in one hand while the other worked between her legs, stoking the heat and her arousal.
Thread: Secret College Life

A very unsuspecting Tessa was fresh out of high school. She'd had a modeling contract, because she was the vision of perfection. Her pin straight black hair was a perfect contrast to her pale skin, her eyes a beautiful expressive blue. She wore thigh high boots, her tight black designer dress was equipped with straps and buckles. Very high fashion, a girl she was. And now she was scoping out different schools to earn a degree in. Couldn't rely on beauty forever. A wistful smile played her full, beautiful burgandy lips. Her features were simutaneously sexy and soft. She ventured into the school to check it out, perhaps take away some information.
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Weeks seemed to just flutter on by like dying leaves falling from a tree. To Hank, it was astonishing how life appeared to have just snapped back to the way it was before the wonderful woman touched his life. The routines he used to do came back, one-person meals were common, and days spent just sparsely speaking wasn??t that unusual for the giant. Surely, there wasn??t anyone that was still afraid of him, but the rough edged look he had about himself was still enough to keep the villagers weary of him when he wasn??t trying to be as small as he could be??which wasn??t very often unless children were around. The brunette spent most of his time doing his work though, fetching left over bits of the last event??s fireworks and rebuilding ones for the next. Once a week, he found his way towards Estelle??s house to clean and tidy up. Not that it became messy with no one living there for the last few weeks, but he figured it was best to dust and organize some things for when she came back. If she came back. But no, she had said she would, so he wouldn??t doubt her. The big and burly man chuckled at the thought of how he was, like some desolate spouse waiting for their loved one to come back to them. Hank knew he would always be part of this village though, so it truly was based on faith that Estelle would return from the city. Yet weeks turned to months, and soon, it was touching much too soon towards a year. On one particular day though, he decided to skip the usual route of breakfast and found himself in Estelle??s house. The place was as neat as ever, if only a little dim from the sun not quite shining in. He had been placing off organizing the closet space, so he was determined to get it done this week. Paint, canvases, brushes? all sorts of materials that his lover had mentioned stalking up on had been shipped and waiting to be stalked still. Hank still had it in his mind that she was going to return??no need to doubt, right???so he had preemptively decided to stalk up her house with the art material. The closet had been reconstructed though, to fit all the material, and it was large enough that even the giant was able to fit in there neatly. His squared shoulders moved with ease inside of the space, as he twisted and turned to place the items into sections and coordinate them alphabetically within their own categories. A few shuffling sounds were muffled through the closet though, and only when he heard a voice did it draw enough attention from him to drag him from his task. It wasn??t uncommon for villagers to walk by here, after all, but the voice sounded like it was? inside the house. Curious, Hank peeked his head out of the closet, with most of his body still inside, and took a look around. What he saw, made him drop the paint brushes and gawk. ??Estelle!? he gasped. Yes, he expected for her to return, but he was also surprised to see her for some reason. How silly he must have seemed, partially sticking out of the closet and gawking, when he was anything but bulky and awkward at the angle.listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

An indescribable emotion suddenly washed over the winsome woman. She scolded herself and did her very best to still her overactive heart. Throughout Estelle's entire life she often chided herself for displaying too much emotion - in fact, she found herself doing it frequently when around Hank. But ... Hank made her feel at peace. It was his kind, soulful aura that made her realize displaying her emotion did not always result in negative outcomes. Hank ... why are you ... in the ... closet ? She questioned. Her voice was soft and fatigued, devoid of much fervor, but filled to the brim with pure merriment. She addressed the monstrous man only to be hit in the face with a familiar and overpowering aroma of pine-sol and minty smelling wood cleaners. Her emerald eyes sparkled with pure interest as she stepped closer, skillfully lopping off her sneakers in the process. She was left bewildered by his actions but decided that an answer wasn't important. She neatly placed her footwear aside the door and shoved her luggage to the side, taking long, elegant strides. Gently her manicured fingers reached out and furled around his wrist, gently prying him from the clutches of the closet. It was there the woman was then left overjoyed, and pulled the man into a tight embrace. Literally dwarfed by Hank's size - even despite her Amazonial height - she held him. It was his familiar warmth that left her breathless and ebbed her fatigue, the hardness of his broad, tattoo-riddled chest that put her at ease. Estelle buried her head in his chest, pushing her bangs away from her ginger-ale gaze and giving her a clear view of his chest. She had nothing to say nothing to mention, she only wanted to revel in being home.listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

??Who, me?? he asked, mirth dancing in his eyes like fireflies. The giant was obviously trying to keep his cool, as it would have been unbecoming to just burst with the excitement he felt at seeing Estelle home so soon. ??Well, I??m just coming out of the closet, that??s all.? he jested, taking a small??though large compared to others??step out of the closet. Hank watched her take a breath of the area, before he was pulled into a tight embrace. His own arms automatically wrapped around her smaller frame, feeling as if things were falling back into their rightful places. Hugs with the children were mandatory with the little guys, but they were so tiny, he was always afraid he??d harm them. With Estelle, she was just the right size that he never feared he??d break her. With a rush of inscrutable emotions, he gave her frame a firm squeeze, nails digging into her side without thinking, as he buried his face against her neck and breathed in her natural and slightly spiced scent. ??Damn-it, Estelle?? he growled, chest rumbling with the husk he let out with the words. She had been away for such a long time that it felt like years rather than months. Reining in his burst of relief, excitement, and brittle joy of seeing that he had been right all along??that she had returned??he pulled back and ruffled his own tuff of hair. It had been shaggy before, but now, the brown hair was buzzed cut. It was a good style for the coming warm seasons, after all. ??So, what do you think?? he asked, waving his other hand around the room, seeking approval for what he??s done for some odd reason. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

I think you work to hard, she replied playfully, giving the man an ever so gentle nudge in the dead center of his chest. But in all honesty it's wonderful. I'm glad to have been in your thoughts while I was gone. I hope, however, that this didn't outrank your priorities. Speaking of which, it's a Thursday night. Shouldn't you be at work? She crossed her arms over her bosom after relinquishing his embrace, standing at a casual stance. Of course she was only teasing, wondering if he had in fact made her top priority rather then his career. Who else was going to supply the festival with fireworks? After all, today was the first day which marked the opening of the ceremony. Estelle remembered last year she did a dance with some friends of hers from the city. Since she had been gone she wasn't contacted or incorporated into the dance, but she felt that the mayor of the village would find out she's returned soon enough - and ask her to participate in the following evening's routine. Seems likes I've been gone for ages. I mean ... you even went so far as to chop off your hair. You look good, though! Much more professional without that shaggy, unkempt mane getting in the way of your gorgeous eyes all the time. She reached up and used his chest as support to run her fingers through his now short, cropped hair, which felt like sandpaper to her sensitive touch. It feels like your stubble, she chuckled.listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Despite being taller and generally larger than Estelle, the brunette had no qualms on leaning his head towards her hand and nearly nuzzling it as she felt through his short hair like some attention seeking puppy. His emerald eyes weren??t glistening with any strange emotions, but they were vibrant in the joy that he felt inside from having his lover??if they were still that??back again. ??Perhaps I should keep it like this? Attract those lovely ladies of the village with my seductive eyes.? he teased, bringing a hand up towards his chin, and rubbed the back of his hand against the stubbles he had yet to shave there. They would have to know that was not going to happen though at least, it wasn??t the purpose of his short hair. Hank was a man that was sure in himself and despite that he had traits that could be used for seduction, he was one to keep to himself. Having women fawn over him was not something he desired like some males did, and more so, he was too awkward and gangly in his build to even picture himself attempting it. Hank chuckled a bit at the thought of him trying to be who he wasn??t, before shaking his head a bit. He leaned down to nuzzle his head against Estelle??s neck and collarbone, teasing her skin there with his stubble-like hair, and feeling like the brush used to groom her. ??I??ve taken a day off. Besides, I??m a big boy, I know how to balance work and play.? the small grin that stretched his lips was almost strange to see on him, but the man wasn??t at liberty to care. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled them close once more until their frames were pressed together. Until corrected, he saw no reason to not assume they were two seconds away from throwing each other against the next surface available. ??I demand that you tell me everything that you??ve been up to. Such a boring and uneventful life I live in this little village, if you??ve notice. But before that, I??d like to ask you to join me in today??s festival??I??m sure the Mayor would be glad to see that you??re back. And so would Pepper Ann and Jack.? of course he hadn??t known that Estelle had already seen Pepper Jack, and while it was uncharacteristic for him to speak so much in one settling, he found he didn??t care to stop himself with Estelle back. listu
Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Much like Hank, Estelle wasn't particular to men gallivanting around her non-stop. Since the moment she had arrived in the tiny, virtually unmapped valley, she had caught wind of several admirers. From Jared the friendly carpenter to the unnamed apprentice dairy farmer that lived out in the field with his old man. Estelle didn't desire any of the men in the valley. She never pictured herself married, or with children. She was a twenty-four year old, tattooed, traveling artisan that never had established any home. All of that changed when she met Hank. Nothing interesting enough to bother mentioning. Her voice grew quieter all of the sudden. She had to admit, her sudden disappearance wasn't for a vacation or any leisure. It was in lieu of lament, not pleasure. Moping around and spreading negativity was unlike her. She lifted her chin and subdued the abrupt wave of sorrow. She was home now. Home with her friends, with her home, with Hank . The past was the past and she of all people did not dwell on it. Her winsome eyes swelled with the same tempest fury they once bore and she felt the energy flood back to her. She thought the best way to recover from her discouraging venture was, at first, to be left alone and brood in her thoughts. But now, as Hank had appeared, the answer was quite clear. Here was her heavily tattooed, daunting angel, brought to her only to ebb the plaguing images of her lost family member that were branded in her head. As the man had mentioned the mayor, she tilted her head in his direction, almost in a quizzical manner. The major? Had she made such a large impact while living here? She approached Hank and gentle linked their arms, caressing the strong, tightly woven muscle that was his bicep. I think I need a relaxing night out, she said ever so softly, And a few drinks. Definitely a few drinks. listulistulistu