Thread: Have Axe, Will Travel  ( TriniMad x Blackthorne )

Have Axe, Will Travel TriniMad x Blackthorne For a young elf like Lorelei , time was of no essence. She could travel wherever she wanted to, find whoever she wanted to, and explore whatever she wanted to. The entire world was her plaything, and it had been this idyllic attitude that had brought her far - straight into danger too many times to count. Not only to mention the fact that she was a lovely, shapely young lady if she wasn't so magically and musically inclined, there would be no way she would be standing here in Nighthearth as a free woman only to be coveted and lusted afterwards. So obviously, the star of the show tonight was her. Lorelei, vocalist extraordinaire who had come down to frontier into a place that certainly needed her type of magical touch . The patrons were entreated to the sight of the slender eladrin bard as she sensually made her rounds through the crowd, all delighted sighs and croons being interwoven with equally seductive fey magic. It was a common practice in bards after all with their bright flashes of color and brilliant showcases of explosions to enhance a performance, but every artist had their own touch as much as every musician played their instrument different. Lorelei simply preferred to pull at people's most powerful emotion and strongest desires love and lust, two feelings that were often inseparable. Tonight, it was a call, practically a begging for protection. She required strong men, powerful and virile, who would guard her with their lives through the treacherous lengths of the Darkvale. Males who would work for gold and the company of a young woman like herself... The wild insinuations were all too easy to weave into the melody, one that was guaranteed to make loins stir and egos inflate. Even before she finished with the song, a sizable group of warriors, rangers, paladins, and all sorts had already assembled at the front of the audience. All of them held the same eager glint in their eyes that was so common among those she so easily charmed a bard like her didn't need an instrument when she was already a prodigy with playing men. However, as she swayed and sauntered among them with a scrutinizing look in her eye, Lorelei could feel that none of them were truly... Worthy. They were all missing something , something that she couldn't explain exactly. Heroics? All of them looked like heroes, idealistic and proud in their ways. Maybe that was what she didn't want though, and it only became so much more apparent when the last high note hung clear in the air like a glinting diamond once she finished. The oversized bullish figure pushing his way through the crowd and right through the line of men in front of her until all the bard could see was the creature, no, man's tawny and scarred chest in front of her. She didn't have to see much of him to know exactly that he was the one. Just his rumbling voice, that deep musk that rolled off of the minotaur was enough to make Lorelei step back slightly as her wide grey eyes grew even larger once she gazed upwards at the being. For a moment, all the eladrin woman could do was gawk at him in apparent awe before she too slowly licked her plush lips and cleared her voice. Already, the impure thoughts began to creep over her mind as her gaze flickered down to his currently covered loins where a mighty cock sure was stirring from its slumber, but now wasn't the time yet to proposition him about that. Instead, Lorelei purred back appreciatively, Well, are you, my good sir minotaur? You certainly look the part... And judging from your impressive canvas of markings, I don't need to ask you about your qualifications either. One by one, the other men began to wander away except for the most persistent of them who continued to hang around hopefully in case she would speak to them. However, for everyone else, it was apparent that Lorelei had already easily chosen as she boldly stepped up into the minotaur's space to press a slender hand against the hard sculpture of his muscles as there was a pulse of warm magic that seeped into his skin to relax his body, and more importantly, make her ever the more desirable to him - as if that was possible to make such an mistress of seduction like herself ever more lovely. Now, might I ask for your name? And where we can reside tonight so we can discuss over the finer details of this arrangement we are to have together? I'm sure you're oh so eager to discuss with me what you desire , she hummed out pleasantly with a knowing smirk on her tattooed face, letting her fingers trail down his abdomen until they just barely grazed the front of where his crotch was located.