Thread: Deterioration (Kayi)

None taken, he replied with a wicked grin and a growing arousal beneath Jenifer's furry panties. All of them were grinning at this point, completely relaxed from the events of only a few minutes ago, both the way things could have gone and the way things did. Everyone was relaxed, the eyes of some on the slow, tantalizing gyrations of the redhead, and the eyes of others on the blonde whose buxom beauty was still ingrained in each their minds. Soft touches, he echoed her words from a moment before, looking to Jenifer, looking into her eyes, his grin understandably larger than the others'. Mmm... and you're right, you can't dance without music. I suppose we could convince someone here to beat a rhythm on one of the barrels, maybe go find a flute or guitar to pluck some strings if you'd like something to dance to. But if you're not the kinda gal that likes to dance while she takes off her clothes... Leather gloved palms came up to each of Jenifer's knees, sliding up, sliding up the smooth lengths of her thighs to rest open palms on either hip. Grinning, he continued, flickering torchlight illuminating them both, Then maybe you could just grind some, eh? With that he pulled her hips downward, urging her crotch down against his, inviting the woman to feel the erection separated from her only by her furry panties, and by the man's few layers of clothes. Got 'em - alright, here, one of the others piped in, the squire, he and the archer having been knelt down to retrieve aleskins from beneath one of the beds. He handed one to the chemist sitting with Kate, tossed another across the room to land on the bed beside where Jen was straddling one of the thieves, tossed a third to the other thief on the table, and helped the archer come to a stand with a few more. Some good, fermented beers there, he said as he popped one open, lifting it on high to take a good, solid swig. Maybe two swigs. No reason to skimp on the fun. What's the matter? the one chemist asked Katelyn in a hushed tone. He took the aleskin handed to him to then set on the blonde's lap, He didn't care what was the matter. Like hell he did. This bitch simply had to loosen up, one way or another. He leaned in, warm breath dancing upon the skin of her neck first before his lips made contact, kissing the soft skin, meanwhile a hand moved to rest on her knee, fingers toying with the fabric of her white robe. The squire plopped down on the other side of her, youthful and grinning, content to sit there with his beer and watch. For the moment. The archer took a hearty pull from his skin as he went over to the table, leaning against it, coming to stand behind the other man and join him in watching Jen. Specifically, in watching the bared skin of her shoulders as that oversized clothing threatened to slip off with every little gyration... mmm... though, the brief glimpses of her furry panties were fighting hard for their attention. A hundred gil, huh? Is that what you want? the thief whispered while gazing in the redhead's eyes, smiling, smiling wide. His voice was low, as if a private, intimate conversation, That's do-able, you know, pretty thing... One-fifty if everyone here gets to have his fun... Two if you get your friend to loosen up 'n play some too. He leaned in to kiss her, forcing his tongue to part the thin woman's lips, tasting her, savoring the sweet feel. The ratio of women to men on the battlefield wasn't very good often enough you were surrounded by nothing but other guys for months at a time, and when you did happen to be grouped with a woman she was getting paid, and had no need to work for your coin. Nowadays though there were a million hookers in Dorter, women who would do whatever was asked for a third of this price, but there was just something about women who weren't whores... women who didn't do this as a daily routine, or at least didn't seem as if they did. That made it all the more naughtier. That made it all the more fun. Breaking the kiss after a few seconds he then reached to grab the aleskin on the mattress next to them. Pressing it to the loose fabric covering Jenifer's chest in an invitation to get piss fucking drunk with them that night, he simply looked to her, that same wide-lipped expression seemingly plasted on his face, Whaddya say?