Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

Then it has been decided Aaron declared as a sense of triumph rushing through him. Not only was he able to achieve his goal of commandeering the sack of potatoes, but also it seemed he found a rather interesting plaything. Whilst this was certainly not his first attempt at manipulating an individual since he returned to this realm of mortals her actions where rather abnormal. Most would have found him overwhelming unable to handle him for long, but she was still holding it together. How much of this could she take? What would she look like once she was finally lost in the endless embrace of lust? For the first time in centuries, Aaron started to fantasies about her sounds, looks, and feel. With a soft sigh, he recollected himself, adjusting the sack on his shoulder to get a better grip on it. It was now only a matter of time before he could feast, but for now, he would have to be satisfied with teasing her. If we go through this backstreet we should come to the first gathering near the west side market. As he spoke his free hand mimed the path that they would have to take. And.. oh wait.. I never did get your name. The realization hit him like a wall. He allowed himself to get so wrapped up in his teasing that he forgot such a simple greeting. While you must wait for the what, as for whom. My name is Aaron. I am new here. And you are his question was emphasized with an extended hand promising the pleasures it gave her from before. This would be their first greeting, under the blazing afternoon sun in the middle of the now bustling city streets. Both of them hot, their minds filed with anticipation of what was to come. Exchanging names, which to these two seasoned whores, meant little more than formality. It took them a few hours before the task was finished Aaron celebrating this fact by tossing the empty sack at the cities water well in victory. His legs burning as the constant walking from one location to another started to catch up with him. When he first came to this world he was without clothing money or even much knowledge of the location, but it was citizens with the less who helped him out. Giving him clothes and showing him ways to make a quick amount of coin. While not much he felt it his duty to provide for them when he can but finding them wasnt always easy. Yet, having Samaira made the task at least enjoyable. Moments like this he yearned to be his true self so that these annoying human afflictions like tiredness and constant assault from the sun wouldnt be an issue. Yet, while this act of goodness came at a price he also did give him a chance to find out more on Samaira through stories told to him by his acquaintances and friends. While her being a whore didnt come to as a shock to him what did was a number of people who seemed to have known about it. As they traveled the streets many eyes seemed to lock on her filled with an air of familiarity. She has been around and yet there seemed to be a slight bit of bitterness in which he could not put his finger on. As they neared the water well Aaron finally released Samarias hand putting an end to the constant stream of sexual stimulation that rain through her body the last few hours. He may have gone a bit far with this one. Leaving her he approached the well excited to finally wash the sweat and grind of the city from him. After a few yanks of the rope he retrieved the wooden bucket the water inside being welcomed sight for him. Few people were walking around the area as the sun started to settle into the horizon bringing with it the cool night air. Taking this as an opportunity he wrestled with his shirt peeling it off of him his sweat making it a slightly difficult task. As he struggled to free himself from his shirt his abs remained in view for all to see. His body was a dark creamy brown the sweat traveling down it giving a bright luster appearance. Twisting his abdominal muscles his ribs could be seen periodically as his chest and finally, his head became free. Tossing the shirt off the floor he grabbed the bucket and poured the cool water over himself spilling much of it on the floor the feeling of relief being foremost on his mind. Each drop of water traveled down his body almost caressing him as it traveled each crack of his muscular figure. While not purposely he was putting on quite a show for anyone willing to watch. Once the bucket was empty he once again set it down before pulling at the ropes a task he was now fully familiar with. With each tug, his muscles worked twisting and contracting as he pulled his long dreads still wet from sweat swayed in the cooling air. Bringing up another bucket he started to focus on his hair the feeling of his fingers running against his scalp always a blight to him. This same feeling brought his mind back to Samaria. Holding the now half full bucket he gestured towards it his face, chest, and hair still dripping with water. Want to give it a shot