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Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune Pants and moans continued to leave, a small nod managing to do so to show she acknowledged his words. Y-yes ..... Stigandr ... ohhh ... Her eyes closed, the pleasure seeming to intensify as she denied herself the ability to see. It was forcing all of her other senses to work and become stronger. Now that they were focusing upon the 'touch' sense ... gods it was amazing. Her hips lightly, instinctively, bucked gently against the digit. What she hadn't immediately expected though, she soon felt, as his tongue licked along her sex and clit. Oh .... OHHHH! Her hands grasped his waist, her legs shaking so hard that even with Selune holding on, she feared she may collapse anyways. Her chest heaved, her pants having increased from the simple but very sensual actions thus far. Her eyes opened as she heard him speak up and inquire on how bodies worked. Her eyes slowly glanced down, watching and feeling him lick and tease in between her legs. I .... d-don't know .... oh gods that feels so good. I've.... never ... seen or been around ... others who ... who ..... mated .... mmmm .... That would perhaps be one of the few times books couldn't be a reliable source. She would have had to ask someone ... but hadn't known anyone. Just when she was certain she would fall to her knees, the order that hinted she would become a woman within seconds was given to her. Still panting, Selune slowly unwrapped her arms from around his waist, easing herself onto her back. The cloak he'd given her had been the only thing that remained upon her flesh, so laying upon it was an easy task. Her eyes went from Stigandr's to his massive member, staring for a few moments. It'd likely hurt still ... but at least not as badly as it could, knowing she'd been lubricated rather well. Reassuring herself that somehow, she wouldn't be literally ripped in half, her legs parted as she stayed upon her back. Shivers trailed repeatedly down her spine but never once did she try to close her legs or deny him her body. After a deep breath, she nodded slowly once again. I ... I'm ready. She murmured to him, though also somewhat to herself in an attempt to give some confidence..
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Stigandr thoroughly enjoyed how his mate moved and writhed to his touch. He worked her body, drawing the cries and moans of pleasure, his touch proving that his skills were not mere boasting. As she answered his query, he grunted. Truly, Stigandr could have expected little less Selune had admitted to having no sexual experience. She was clearly cloistered. He would, perhaps, have her research the answer later. Or perhaps she would do so on her own time. The hungry eyes again watched as Selune got into position. Stigandr's gaze once more consumed Selune's body. He took in her stiff nipples, drawn to peaks by his touch. He allowed his hungry eyes to slide over her slim stomach, till they at least came between her legs, where a glistening sex beckoned to him, practically begging for him to thrust his member between them. Yet Stigandr knew better. He actually chuckled at her nod and her proclamation, looking up her body to meet her eyes. No, you are not, he told her. His hands ran along her thighs, parting her legs. Oh, he wanted to sheath himself within his mate. To shove his thick, hard member into her quivering sex and pound away at her till she gave way beneath him. But that was not how a lion gathered females to his bed. Stigandr wanted Selune to crave him. She would be his only when she knew that the most intense pleasures she would feel would come from his touch. So his hands parted her legs, spreading them wide. Again his leonine head lowered between. His hot mouth encompassed her nether lips in their entirety, sucking them within. He drew Selune within his hot mouth, nipping at her flesh with his teeth. He released, then moved, dragging his rough tongue all along the length of her. Long drags that moved her body with each motion, his saliva adding yet further motion. That tongue swirled, lapping steadily and quickly, then slowly and luxuriously, seemingly with the soul purpose of drawing pleasure from the quivering form. It twirled about that nub of flesh, teasing and flicking it. Till Stigandr opened his mouth. Hot breath puffed against Selune' clitoris. Then teeth gently scraped along it, dragging along. The tongue again moved to swirl, flicking and teasing the nub. Then, Stigandr's head suddenly fell. His tongue extended to its great length, sliding between soaked lips without warning. In what was sure to be an imitation of acts to come, Stigandr slid his long tongue within Selune's sex. It parted the flesh and soon wiggled, swirling and moving about within the taut confines, gathering those sweet juices for the lion to sample.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune Selune's teeth found her lower lip, nipping down on it to keep from protesting aloud. She was still confused, though. How was she not ready? Did he meant she wasn't wet enough? That ... sounded practically impossible, with how drenched she had felt herself. Even now, without having to touch herself, she could tell that her body was prepared enough. Maybe this was one of the things she was meant to learn about that he'd hinted not long ago. Regardless, she'd trust his judgment. After all, he was more experienced than her the number of mates he had was proof enough of that along with how well he'd been with his fingers and tongue. Not but seconds after he teased her clit did her hands grasp the edges of the cloak, her head tossing back. Oh yes. Ohhhhh ..... Selune was astounded at not just how good this all felt, but how close she already was to an orgasm. Even when she had played with herself in the past, never did it feel as good as she was experiencing now. None of the books had warned her of this that Laguz could be passionate and so very intimate. It was interesting to note and learn. A whimper left as her hips gently bucked once again, feeling his warm breath hit her clitoris. Oh gods .... oh yes .... She moaned, gripping the cloth as tightly as she could. Her body shuddered hard and for a few moments, Selune was almost certain she wasn't going to be able to control herself. The way he was working her .... if she didn't know better, she'd been wed off to a god of some sort. He was pushing and driving her so close to the edge that she had no idea how much longer she could cling onto what she was still grasping. The answer appeared to be along the lines of not much as his tongue abruptly slid into her slit. AH! Her head tossed back and before she could warn or hint the next action, Selune came hard, coating his tongue. Even while it continued to rush through her though, her hips didn't dare stop moving. This was like a drug, an addiction ... and all Selune knew by this point was what she wanted. More! Please ... ngh ... don't stop ... She pleaded, continuing to gently ride up and down his tongue.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

The fine beauty writhing beneath Stigandr pleased him to his core. He throbbed for her, felt the need swelling his member to painful girth and height. He could feel her arousal beneath his lips, feel her gripping tightly upon his tongue. The proud lion smiled as he felt her hips quiver beneath him. Had he not known Selune's experience before now, he would have guessed at her reaction. For she did not simply react to his ministrations, but nearly overreacted, letting out the very cries Stigandr had claimed he would work from her tender flesh. Stigandr felt Selune's flesh trembling about his tongue, and knew what was to come. His questing muscle sought her out, scraped against her quivering walls and drawing out her passion. He felt her release into him, abandoning all. His greedy lips sucked upon her sweet nectar, hungrily taking it in. Never did his tongue cease to move, constantly darting and pushing about within the beautiful girl. He slithered it in and out, the motions mimicking his already thrusting hips. Oh, how sweet it would be to slide within this hot girl, to drive this beorc woman far beyond the bring. A shriek, a near command don't stop. It echoed in the chamber and Stigandr growled his approval. Any laguz nearby would hear the beorc's cries of joy, hear and know that she was giving himself to her. His pride and joy added yet more fervor to his attack. His great hands gripped her tightly, clutching her rear. They dug in, holding her hips in place as he shoved his face down upon her. Muscles swelled as he picked her up, raising Selune's hips just slightly above the cloak below. shoulders pushed her aside, spreading her, allowing Stigandr to dig his tongue even deeper within her tight channel. He dragged the rough end of his tongue all down her interior wall, proving more dextrous than any beorc could hope. Stigandr dared shift, gripping Selune's slim body with one paw. The other went up, parting the flesh his tongue did not devour. His claws sought her out, and soon found. Stigandr pinched Selune's clit while his tongue delved deep within shoving into her soaked sex.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

...And if I ever see you even approach my commander again, hostile saboteur , you will suffer more than broken appendages, you will be disarmed. As in you will not have any arms anymore. Confirm? C-confirm! Oh b-by the Host, conf-firm! The hapless pickpocket, held up by the collar of his shirt, was unceremoniously tossed to the ground where he tried to stumble back to his feet while holding his hands--with every finger broken--close to his chest. Once he got to his feet, he stumbled off into a run, blubbering the whole way, as other passerby in the street shrugged and went on with their own business. The object of the pickpocket's misfortune turned to the woman at his side, needing to look down to see the shorter individual, and snapped off a crisp military salute. Threat has been dispatched, Commander. We can continue to base. So said Hardwall the warforged to his employer. As warforged went, Hardwall was a fairly archetypical one, a standard combat model, none of the specializations of the mithral, adamantine, or other unusual models. Composite plating made of stone and steel was overlaid on the fiber-cord bundles that made up his musculature, and he had no overt customizations or modifications that some other warforged incorporated into themselves as they aged. Small green lights shone in the pits that made his eyes, and his expression, like many other warforged, was frozen in a permanent intimidating grimace. A heavy sword, more for display than actual use given that there still was a rule of law in the city, hung unused on a belt at his hip. His only other adornment was a backpack filled with the supplies and materials his employer had purchased on this shopping trip in one of Sharn's many marketplaces. Sharn, City of Towers, largest and most impressive city on the continent of Khorvaire, and where Hardwall had come to his current situation. Like many others of his kind particularly the older ones he hadn't quite taken the end of the Last War--and subsequent disbanding of all warforged armies--very well. After having fought fierce battles on the side of Breland for his entire existence, nigh-on ten years, he didn't know what to do with himself and was left purposless and displaced. Hearing that warforged could find purpose in Sharn, his small unit had migrated to the big city as one, where they parted ways and attempted to integrate into civillian life. By chance, Hardwall had happened across the artificer in front of him. She had been looking to fill several positions in her shop, from general assistant to bodyguard, but seemed to have positive views of warforged. She had no problem giving him all the duties, and as a tireless construct, Hardwall had no problem taking all of them and then some, all in exchange for shelter and regular professional maintenance. A year later, and Hardwall had well settled into his roles, but he still had a tendancy to be a tad 'enthusiastic' in his charge, especially where the safety of his employer was concerned.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

The woman tried to keep from chuckling at the rather blunt threat her bodyguard had given. She was quite used to his fairly excessive shows of force, as well as his strange means of talking. I thought I told you, when out shopping for supplies I'm Amy. Can you call me that for once? Just try it. Aaaaaaaamyyyyyy. Not too hard. The shorter human woman said, her voice a mixture of playful . She looked rather plain, although with a few striking features. Her hair was a stunning bright red, and her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. Other than that her features were rather ordinary, and the rest of her body was covered in a couple layers of leather and cloth, a typical outfit for an artificer who tended to work in a shop all day. Slung across her front was a bandolier with several bottles and flask hung from it, as well as several wands and some other odds and ends tucked into the pouches strapped to her belt. Over all she looked more like a wandering shop than a person at the moment. The pair's walk continued on until they reached the modest home and workplace of the artificer. She opened the door and directed Hardwall where to put her new found supplies, already contemplating what to start with. Let's see.. the pnuematics were still a bit off and... if I tighten that... Did you get that gnomish tincture distiller I mentioned? I completely forgot about it. She said as she moved about the entryway to her home. As she did her features shifted and changed. Her skin grew paler and paler, taking on a milky white hue, and her eye color faded as well, her irises turning to pure white. Her mussed up red hair simply faded as well, turning a dim silvery white, finally showing her true nature as a changeling. While out and about she finds her human face to be more useful, as people are less likely to trust and work with a changeling, but at home she feels comfortable enough to 'let herself go'
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Tam finished her preparations and moved over to her workbench, pulling out the magical apparatus she had been fiddling with the past week. I told that old blowhard it would be hard to finish this in less than a month. But he is paying good gold for it. She griped for probably the hundreth time since taking on this project. It was supposed to be a modified scrying device that drew a map of the surrounding area automatically. So far she had gotten it to draw maps rather easily. However the enchantment on it was still a bit... off. It tended to get lost as to just how far it should be looking and kept drawing wider and wider maps on top of ones it had already made.And thank you for the reminders. I don't know what kind of mess this place would be in if I hadn't hired you last year. She replied, before turning back to her device and began fiddling with it again. Melding mechanical and magical power was something that Tam had become quite skilled at, but it was always a difficult undertaking. And as usual she had not mentioned if Hardwall should fix her a meal, or open the shop, too lost in her work. Once she found a project, Tam focused in on it with as much determination as she could muster, sometimes with rather terrifying results. There was still a large scorch mark where one of her pet projects had blown up, a reminder to at least practice some care. But then that was before she had hired Hardwall, and her workshop was a complete mess. Now she actually knew where everything was without spending half an hour or more looking for it. She smiled slightly as she though about that first day when she had told him to clean up her shop. She had expected him to take days on it but after going to sleep that night she woke up to find it in perfect order. The first of many examples of how hard working, and dedicated to his tasks her employee was. Finally, Tam looked up from the bronze and steel casing she had been working on. I think this is done. She said cheerily, shifting back to her Amy face as she said it. So let's open up shop for today. Still some daylight, and don't want to keep the customers waiting now do we?
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Hardwall said nothing at Tam's thanking him for his reminders. He usually didn't, as he always just considered himself to be serving his new purpose. He acknowledged the praise internally, and returned to work. In this case, cooking up a lunch for Tam. She hadn't said either way, but Hardwall was well familiar with how fleshlings needed to eat, and also how Tam seemed to forget when caught up in her own work. Hardwall headed over to the kitchen area in the rear of the property, and set about gathering ingredients for a midday meal. Despite not having any sense of taste or smell and a limited sense of touch, Hardwall was an adequate cook. Certainly no expert or gourmet chef, but he could follow a recipe easily enough and could incorporate feedback A little more of this, a little less of that next time to the point where he knew Tam's specific tastes. By the time Tam had finished with her own task, there was a plate of lightly seasoned fried meat, some chopped vegetables, and some fruit waiting behind her on another workdesk. Hardwall was by the doorway to the workshop, where he nodded at Tam's statements. Affirmative. I will set out the usual displays. Hardwall turned and headed to the front of the shop, where he unlocked the main door and opened it. He hung several signs on the outside windows, and tapped the last sign thrice, which then levitated on its own and projected several colored lights into the air to float around and attract attention. Hardwall then took several choice magical baubles and stood outside the door on the side of the street, and proceeded to demonstrate them as people walked by.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

AmyTam for her part sat on a tall chair behind a small counter in the shop portion of her house. She made quick work of her meal, surprised even after all this time that a warforged could make something that could taste this good. Tam was a horrible cook and always succeeded in burning or undercooking whatever she made regardless of if she were following a recipe or not. For the umpteenth time she wondered just how Hardwall managed to cook with no sense of taste, smell, or any way of knowing if what he made was good or not. Today was a rather slow day. Only a few customers came in, mostly people who wished to have rather mundane objects repaired. A few warforged that Amy recognized from the city guard came in, requesting repairs which she was more than happy to oblige. Ever since they first appeared during the war she had been fascinated by warforged physiology and just what made these mechanical people, for she did see them as people, worked. During the war Amy had made a bit of a name for herself repairing warforged and keeping them in top shape. She enjoyed working on them, and occasionally developed components to help improve them. Now that the war was over she had been working on several pet projects to try to make more every day add ons for warforged who wished for more civilian lives. After the guard forged left, Amy stepped outside. Rather slow today. She commented to Hardwall. Seems no one needs anything fun to work on these past couple of days. Probably waiting to all come at once and force me to work hard. She quipped with a chuckle. Seems to be how it works. Want to close early and go out and have some fun? Heard a new bar opened up nearby and I want to check it out, want to come along?
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Despite Hardwall showing off several of the choice wares out in front of the shop, it didn't seem to attract any significant new customers today. Oh well though, not every day was a fast one. Tam's business still did well enough. After several hours and the departure of the warforged guards whom Hardwall had greeted and said farewell to in the same way by pressing both of his fingers to the side the ghulra-sigil on his forehead, a unique 'salute' among warforged as a gesture of solidarity, which the guards had returned., Hardwall paused again in the magic-item demonstrations as Tam wearing her Amy face stepped outside and mentioned going to a bar. Hardwall tilted his head slightly. Indeed, it does seem there are few customers to be had this day. If you wish to go out into the city, then of course I shall accompany you as escort as per my duty, Commander. Hardwall then packed up all the baubles and items he had been showing off and moved them back inside. He went around the shop and doubled-checked that everything was secure and off, before stopping by the door. Tam usually liked to to change to an appropriate outfit for whatever face she liked to wear out in the town, and while she used a human face for business as an artificer, when going out for entertainment, Hardwall knew she usually liked to switch to an elf face. He waited at the door, ready to lock up the shop when Tam finished changing and was ready to head out.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Tam headed up stairs to her room, throwing off her artificer's outfit, and searching for something to wear. As she did, her body changed, her waist slimming, her facial features sharpening, and her hair elongating. Her ears grew out and pointed and her eyes changed to a more almond shape. Soon she was a tall, blond haired elf. Her deep hazel eyes finally picked out a simple green and while dress, the body of it a leaf green, the sleeves frilly and white. It hung down about halfway below the knees. Perfect for a night of drinking and enjoyment. She quickly dressed, noticing that her bust didn't quite fill the dress and shifting it slightly, smiling as she looked in the mirror. Magaga, you are one... sexy elf. She giggled, using her name for her elven face. A few minutes later she stepped out the door, looking incredibly cheerful. So, how do I look? She asked Hardwall, knowing that he would probably give an odd response but not really caring. Tam always loved showing off and making herself look nice, even if it really wasn't 'her' who people admired. After all, as a changeling, any face she adopted was just as much her as her supposed 'real' form. It was part of what made her fascinated with artifice. Taking many things and changing them into one different one, the intricate details, it was like constructing a persona, only with more permanent applications.