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Thread: They Can't Feel Like We Do (PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Well then...... I thank you for your.... understanding. Mia replied, looking down at her feet and looking much like a child would when they had escaped punishment they felt they deserved. But as they continued she considered it. Maybe he was being honest, he truly did not mind. After all, what reason did this warforged have to lie to her now? After all, he was being quite the gentleman. So, after a bit more walking, Mia had once again slipped into her 'mask' of the perfect escort. And soon resumed chatting about the various goings on of the city. Cavalier proved quite the conversationalist, managing to keep pace with Mia, and even had a bit more of a hand on some of the events in the city that had not yet happened but were about to. And thus they continued, after that little stumble, until they reached the theater. Outside the theater the crowd was immense. Men, women, dwarves, elves, half-elves, gnomes, and even the occasional half-orc were milling about in a variety of outfits. From the poor-but-well-kempt to the high class clearly 'slumming', to anything in between. It was a sight entirely familiar to Mia, and she was used to some glances her way. After all, her purpose was to be seen. But this was a bit different. Being on the arm of this strange looking warforged.... no, correction. Being on the arm of a -Waforged- was drawing quite the attention. It seemed like every eye was on her. 'Maybe I should have worn a lower top?' Mia mused in her head 'If I'm going to be scandalous anyway, might at least put on a show.' Mia continued to smile though, before leaning her head slightly to address Cavalier Quite the crowd it seems. I didn't know this play was so anticipated. Surprising given how.... same-y all of her plays can be. Mia looked around the crowd some more before noticing a particular looking half-elf, with a blue tattoo across his face. A Dragonmark. The man looked like a flamboyant ship captain, for he was, dressed in tight breeches and an overly ruffled shirt. But then the Dragonmarked half-elf noticed Mia and frowned, starting to walk through the crowd toward her. Oh no.... I apologize for this but.... And then Mia spun to the front of Cavalier, wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself a bit to put her face even with the Warforged and then pressed her mouth to his!
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistair stared up at the two shapes, one black as the niggt between tge stars, the ither shimmering silver-gold in the moonlight. I spoke with him, he whispered. But I never dreamed... The Dragon had been a monstrous thing, a mountain that shifted on a bed of precious things, ancient beyond measure. To obtain Astrid's hand he'd had to approach the Lord if Fearfire, ask the Dragon's permission. At the time he'd convinced himself that something of Verrier's bulk would be slow, that he could have evaded and outrun the Dragon if need be. But watching him on the wing, he realized just how very wrong he had been. Shaken, he clasped Astrid's hand. I still would have, he said softly. The festivities did not return to normal until well after the two dragons were gone from sight. Even then, despite the best efforts of the musicians, the moid was dampened. More gifts rolled on. Carpets and clothing, furniture and household goods. The kind of things that a young noble family might require. Haldebar Awierigende, Senechal of Radharc Rhealta, and his wife Helga Swanhildottor-Awierigende,the herald announced. Father, mother, Ellistar said, rising. You have given me your daughter already. What more could I ask of you. Gave? Haldebar laughed. I dare say I couldn't have stopped herOW! The last came as Helga elbowed him in the ribs. Be nice, she said sweetly. Right, right. He held out a leather to the Prince. For the two of you. Ellistar took it and opened it curiously. Inside were tools. Stone knves of different sorts, and a leather punch made of bone, nd a bow drill, and the like. It's... he hesitated. Leatherworking and firestarting tools, Haldebar explained. The traditional gifts of my people. Ellistar nodded once, remembering how long Haldebar had been part of the myths of the Mountain. Is there a traditiinal way ti say thank you. Nah, Haldebar chuckled, nit really. Helga, meanwhile, presented a large cloth-wrapped bundle to him. He took it, startled by the weight, and opened it. Books? he said, peering at the embossed spinex. The Hidden Well? Songs of the Ebon Queen? The Exploratiin of the Senses? I... don't kniw any of these. Helga gave her daughter an impish look, tgen keaned close and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Astrid enjiyed them a lot, and thought I hadn't noticed. Maybe you'll enjoy them together, as well...
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistar spun his bride then pulled her close, pulling her back against his chest as his arms went around her waist. Propriety would have called for a little more seperation between dancers fir the next several.steps, but propriety could go hang itself. Astrid was his wife, after all, and this was their wedding celebration. And it had been a full dance since she'd been in his arms! I love you, he whispered in her ear. His arms tightened slightly, letting her feel him hard against her. And I can't wait for these interminable dances to be over. Then the steps required him to spin her around and pull her close again. This time, he could look deep into her eyes as her hands rested lightly on his chest. Leaning in, he stole a quick kiss. Then a sight out of the corner of his eye made him smile with amusement. Ah, he smirked as they wheeled about. Aevill is matchmaking again. He nodded with his head as they turned. She's convinced that Reyne would make Hilda a good match - completely ignoring that he's a bookish intellectual and she'd live in a yurt on campaign year round if she could. He laughed again, shaking his head. Reyne and Hilda, indeed. You'd be a better match fior her. They wheeled, and he pulled her close. Luckily, he whispered, caressing her lips with his, you're my match. As the music ended he stood, slowly releasing a breath as their lips parted. Shall we dance again? he whispered. Or shall I sweep you off your feetvand carry you off to our bed?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Dancing with her husband had Astrid flushed. Both from the exertion of dancing for several songs straight, as well as the promise for later that each dance carried. The promise for later in Ellistars touches, in his eyes, in each stolen kiss. I am the luckiest woman in the world, that I am your match. And then she was melting in his arms, into the kiss, hard to imagine it got much better than this. Until his next question. Shall we dance again? he whispered. Or shall I sweep you off your feet and carry you off to our bed? I dont think I can wait another dance. She admitted, her smile overcoming the rest of her features. And despite how intrigued his idea to carry her along had been, she dragged him, making a stop at the present table first. Where was it? Ah yes. The Exploration of the Senses. That was the one. I think you will like this one. She was giggling as they left the ballroom and entered the hall, pulling Ellistar into another, deeper kiss now that they had a modicum of privacy. Then she pushed him back, dashing away from his touch, Catch me, if you can! If you catch me before I reach the bedroom, Ill do whatever you want. If I make it, you have to obey me.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

The Exploration of the Senses? Ellistair echoed, glancing at the embossed cover. The title was Kavalic, a language he had a passing familiarity with. It sounds delightful. Did you read it often? Her quick grin and bubbling giggles were answer enough, and his laughter echoed hers as they slipped from the ballroom as quietly as they could. The assembled guests would notice their absence soon enough, but he wasn't in the mood for a formal display at the moment. And even if he had been, the kiss she pulled him into would have changed his plans. His eyes closed as he molded himself against her, savoring the taste of her lips and tongue, only to open them again in surprise as she pushed him away. He stumbled backwards and she dashed away, silken gown billowing out as she ran. Catch me, if you can! she called back over her shoulder, taunting him. If you catch me before I reach the bedroom, Ill do whatever you want. If I make it, you have to obey me. There was no hesitation as he sprang after her. Either way, he called back, I win! Blood pounded in his veins as he pursued her through the halls and up the stairs, sometimes gaining and sometimes falling behind. By the time they were in the hall that led to his - no, to their chambers - she was close enough for him to grab. Indeed, twice he caught hold of her wrist and tried to pull her to him, only to have her wriggle from his grasp and run faster. Finally, as they reached their door, he threw himself at her. His arms wrapped around her waist and they went down in an undignified heap, rolling along the floor and thudding into the frame. She was half astride him, breasts heaving and lips parted as she breathed deeply, and his fingers combed through her hair as he pulled her down into another kiss. We seem to have reached the bedroom at the same time, he remarked casually, gently biting her lower lip. Now, whatever shall we do about that?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Giggling echoed through the halls, as Astrid tumbled with Ellistair. Rolling, with him on top, and then her, groping at his body. Damn, he was so hard against her, between her thighs, she could feel it under the mass of skirts she wore. We seem to have reached the bedroom at the same time, he remarked casually, gently biting her lower lip. Now, whatever shall we do about that? Astrids eye lit up with realization, an idea clearly forming in her mind. Reaching over her husband, purposely rubbing her breasts against his face, she grabbed the book shed brought. Why dont we let this book decide what we do first? Close your eyes and pick a page at random, and we will start with that. Ellistair obliged her, closing his eyes and reaching for the book. Missing though, and squeezing her breast instead, making Astrid think he did it on purpose. She squealed, letting him caress her for another moment, before directing his hand in the right place. He flicked it open a couple pages, leafing through it blindly before stopping. There. Sitting up, Astrid read the passage aloud. And your lips will journey over her legs, and up her thighs. Slow, teasing kisses that make her entire body squirm and writhe before you, dancing like a serpent to the rhythm of pleasure. Your journey will lead you to the apex of desire, an oasis of lust slick within her, and then you may slake your thirst upon her dew. That drew a shudder from Astrid, who was already looking forward to bedding her new husband. Yeah, lets do that. Grinding herself against Ellistair once more, she pushed herself up, and offered a hand to help him up as well. Did you want to carry me over the threshold first? Thats one of your traditions, isnt it?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistar squirmed a little as Astrid reached for her book, nipping gently at the exposed skin of her cleavage and making sure she could feel how hard he was. But tgen she shivered deliciously as she read the passage they'd selected, and he discivered he wasn't as hard as he could be. Not yet. Yes, he managed, stroking her rear through her skirts, lets certainly do that. Do you want to carry me across the threshold? she asked as he took her hand and stoid. That's one of your traditions, isn't it? He nodded, then swept her up in both arms. It is, he said, fumbling at the door handle. But, perhaps, the tradition is to open the door first? Not that he was complaining - the effort of holding her while groping for the lock made her arms go around his neck, and her body press into his. But finally, the door swung open and he carried her into their rooms. Then he kicked the door shut behind them. Our home, he breathed, still holding her. Part of a home, at least. They stood in a crowded sitting room, choked with most of the gifts of furnishings they'd received. Servants would arrange things under her direction later, and some of it would be shipped out to their estate in Malten. But for now, there would be a little tricky navigation to make it to the bedroom. Although... He kissed his wife, lingering over the act. Do you want me to carry you off to bed? he asked. Because that chair looks likecan excellent place fir me to begin my journey.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Astrid felt so light in Ellistairs arms, floating upon their love, not a care in the world. And why shouldnt she be? It was her wedding night, to a man she loved more shed ever believe possible. The future was bright and beautiful, opening before them like door and he finally got a grip on the knob. Pleased moans accompanied the kiss, enjoy the build-up, the anticipation. Do you want me to carry you off to bed? he asked. Because that chair looks like an excellent place for me to begin my journey. I think we have a lot of furniture to test out this evening, my love, She cooed, wriggling from his grasp. Not that she didnt want to be held, mind, but the dress was getting in the way now. Why dont you try out this chair, first? she suggested, pushing him down into in a way that suggested she wouldnt take no for an answer. Standing before him, she worked herself out of her dress. A slow endeavor, considering it took a handful of servants to get her into it. She managed, stripping out of the skirt, and then the petticoat, and the cape, and the bustle, and the underskirts and finally her small clothes, until she was nude before him. High, perky breasts, nipples swollen in ache for her new husband, and firm, tight abs. Long lean legs, trailing up his own as she tantalized him, before straddling his lap. Does my body please you, my husband?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Undressing should have been a simple matter for him, as Ellistar's formal clothing was nowhere near as complicated as Astrid's. However, the show she put on for him as she stripped - at least some of which, he was sure, was gue to the nature of the clothing itself - captivated him several times. The agoniing revelation of her high breasts, and taught belly, and long legs left him scurrying in unseemly haste to disrobe as she stood before him wearing nothing but her wedding jewelry. His hungry grin matched her own as she pushed him back into the chair and stroked his leg with hers. Does my body please you, my husband? she asked, straddling his lap. His cock twitched, brushing against her belly in answer. But he also smiled playfully, running just his fingertips over her thighs and up her belly. Well, he murmured, what I've seen so far is most pleasing. The gentle touch explored her ribs, thumbs brushing over her breasts as he exerted iron control to not simply cup them. No, she would no doubt be a virgin - her maidenhead zealously defended by her parents to preserve her virtue. As her husband, it was his duty to make her first time as painless as possible. So he stroked his hands over her shoulders, kisding her deeply as he caught her wrists and brought her hands to his chest. And what of mine? he whispered, sucking lightly on her lower lip. Does my body please you? He released her wrists, caressing her arms and running his hands down her back. Because it will, he murmured, palms molding to the smooth curve of her rear. Many times. I promise you that. Then he offered her a look of playful concern. But, my love, we have a problem! However will my lips dance upon your thighs, and how may I slake my thirst with your dew, whle you are astride me?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

I hunger for yours, sweet Ellistair, Astrid assured him. How many times had she touched herself, imagining this night? Fitting two, sometimes three fingers inside herself, wishing that it was her beloved, wishing they were finally joined in flesh as they had been joined in their hearts. I can hardly wait to discover all the pleasure our bodies can offer one another. But, my love, we have a problem! However will my lips dance upon your thighs, and how may I slake my thirst with your dew, while you are astride me? That is a problem, She agreed playfully, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. Because I want to feel that, so very badly. I want that, and yet, I cannot bear the thought of moving away from you. Why, it might take you a full one, perhaps even two second to rejoin me, if I were to move. And every second I am not in your arms may very well be an eternity. She pressed her breast into his chest now, as she moved into for another kiss, engulfing his mouth. Alas, but there is no choice, my beloved. I shall rise on the count of three, and we can switch places. Are you ready? One She kissed him again, delving her tongue into his mouth, only to pull off with a wet plot after a moment, Two Another kiss, deeper and lingering, fingers running through his hair. Three, she exhaled against his lips, pulling him up as she stood, twirling them both out with both hands , before pulling him back as she sunk into the chair. He stood over her now, as she pulled him down for yet another kiss, brushing her foot against his calf, I think I am ready for you now, darling. Are you quite thirsty for my dew?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistair grinned as he kissed Astrid back, lingering iver the act as his hands explored the bare contours of her body. Parched, he assured her, slowly sinking to his knees before her. Then he hesitated, uncertain of how to proceed. His father had insisted that he bed a few prostitutes, a sort of 16th birthday present, but he hadn't done anything like this. Legs and thighs, hmm? With a mental shrug, he lifted her left leg, resting her heel on his shoulder as he ran his palms gently over her calves. His lips followed, brushing gentle kisses over her skin and tossing in the occasional nip. You have beautiful legs, he murmured against her, running his hands over her knee and along her thigh. I knew you would, but the reality is better than my imagination. It was hard, keeping this up. Well, maybe it was more correct to say he was hard? Because he was, hard and filled with an urge to just have his wife. But, he'd also been told that the first time could be painful for a woman. Anything that would ease that, and make it pkeasurabke for her, was something to embrace. Besides, he also had to admit that the way she was gasping and squirming already was turning him on more. So, grinning, he kissed her inner thigh before looking up at her. Are you writhing like the serpent of pleasure yet? he grinned. Or shall I begin my journey anew, exploring your other leg?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Biting her lip, Astrid watched her new husband get on his knees before her. He was so handsome, like this. Hiding his nerves in compliments to her and in gentle caresses. Thered be time for hard and hungry fucking another night, but Astrid found she rather likely his tender touch. And his teasing! Damn, he knew just how to make her want it. Lips whispering over sensitive skin, just introducing teeth to drive her wild. Oh, Ellistair, my darling Ellistair Blissful nonsense dripping from her lips, dripping like her lust between her thighs. Bucking, writhing, twitching, trying desperately not to kick him as her desire grew and built. Fuck, she wanted his tongue, or his fingers, or even his cock inside her already, foreplay be damned! Are you writhing like the serpent of pleasure yet? he grinned. Or shall I begin my journey anew, exploring your other leg? Oh, would her torment never stop? But, my love, you are nearly there. At the oasis of my desire, she tried for playful, but her need seeped into her tone. It was in her fingers, tightening in his hair and bringing him closer to her slit. Allow me to guide you the rest of the way. There was a wild shudder as his lips pressed against hers, her body quivering in longing. Drink, please, sweet Ellistair, and tell me how I taste
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistair sighed with pleasure as Astrid tugged his lips to hers, as she begged him with sweet sounds of pleasure to taste her. He did so, gently tracing her folds with his tongue. You are delicious, my love, he murmured, before sliding his tongue over her once more. Then he slid his fingers over her mound, opening her and gently kissing her clit. It provoked a shiver and a soft sound of pleasure, so he did it again. I've never done anything quite like this, he murmured, a true enough statement. The whores his father had provided were well paid, enough to pretend to enjoy his inexperienced fumblings, but he'd never tried anything like this with them. So, you'll need to tell me if you're enjoying it. He covered her slit with his mouth, lapping at her as he did. Because I want you to enjoy this, Astrid. Carefully, he slipped a finger into her and sucked at her clit. Her moan, and the feel of her walls gripping his finger, made his erect cock ache. I want you, he murmured, slipping a second finger in. Right now. But I want to see your pleasure first, my wife. I want to hear you begging for me as I pleasure you.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistairs tentative exploration had Astrid trembling, mewling with need. Nearly mad already, every light touch lit a fire within her. Then there was a low, long moan as he slid a finger inside, accompanied by the moist sucking of her slit. Dontdont stop, She gasped out, fingers tangling in his hair, Right, right there! Ellistair, please, dont stop! Her legs were wrapped around his head now, knees over his shoulders and heels digging into his back. She couldnt boast much experience, most a nervous and handsy fling with another Drakul, and Ellistair was already proving himself more attentive and in tune with her than her last lover. Another finger was inside her now, moving within her wetness in time with his sucking on her clit. Two fingers, thicker than her own, opening her body to him. Her hungry cunt inviting him, to go harder, faster. Her cries were meaningless sounds of pleasure, beseeching him without words to continue. Legs begging him for more, tightening and squeezing him in place. Tightening and squeezing that moved into the soft muscles within her, taking him captive to her bliss. Ellistair, oh love! Her desire gushed against his hand and face. She sank back into the chair, releasing him as rapture released her, now merely weighing down on her sweetly. Oh, sweet Ellistair, she grinned, her body limp in the chair. Come, share my pleasure with me.