Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

Saeldehel was oblivious to the presence of her dear kin, the brunette did not need to turn her head to assure herself of his presence. Dralos was an assassin, similar to her, his steps were akin to a cold breeze. Silent but deadly when he held blades in his hands. Saeldehel only continued to pant, sprawled in an inappropriate mess upon the wooden bench, the female had place one hand upon the nape of her neck while the other rested upon her upper thigh, kneading and pressing the quivering skin that burnt underneath the commoner dress which seemed all too heavy and forbearing for the drugged elf. Saeldehel was an elegant lady, her dignity and honor was above her desires at all times. She never wears clothes or armours that show skin more than necessary therefore, the woman never dared to entice sexual desire or drive in the opposite sex. Even when some clients wished to send her into a quest that required for her to be a mistress or a lustful maiden, she flatly rejected them. The Dovakin is known for the aura of pride and kindness she emanates, known by many names and titles, the young wood elf is a counterpart of her dunmer friend. Saeldehel offered septims for his services when she had trouble with powerful enemies, being an archer by heart Saeldehel could never face her enemies head on therefore, the assassin was hired to be her helper and savior for many tasks until the woman had asked for his allegiance with her. Of course their relationship was strictly professional as per the desire of the modest wood elf henceforth they have never strayed far from the lines they put. But now..when Saeldehels eyes would peek at the empty vial of the potion she drunk from behind the worried Dunmer. The woman was worried. Saeldehel was not foreign to drugs and potions, she has concocted many kinds of poisons aswell ranging from frenzy to paralyzing poisons. Therefore she easily deduced that the drug she drunk was indeed an aphrodisiac. Now that she recalls, if her memory serves her right, wasnt Arcadia perfecting a love potion? Honey hues growing hazed, Saeldehel reached for the cup in the hands of her dear friend. She felt a blush growing over her face when she saw her fingers quiver from the effects of the drug, the over sensitization caused her to draw a sharp breath when she cupped the hands of the dunmer. Rubbing her feet together to calm the wetness growing, the wood elf was reduced to shambles in just moments so in whatever confidence and calm she could ensemble, the wood elf hastily drunk the water feeling no change or forgiveness in her body. The aphrodisiac was indeed strong and if Dralos was to stand near her any longer..she may regret her decisions all her life for the wood elf was fighting herself to slam his body on the very wooden table and press her hot body against his. The small portion of his cool skin against her warm palms felt as if she was given a cure for what she was feeling. The frustration grew with her thoughts therefore, in a speed alarming, the blushing woman withdrew her hands on her heaving chest, pressing them close as she attempted to scamper away from him to the opposite side of the wall where the warmth of the fire could not reach. Therefore she allowed herself to be embraced by the shadows as she spoke to justify her feeble retreat..which she knew was a huge lie I-I dont feel very well..please eat your fill Dralos. If you need me I will be going to my room. And so, Saeldehel went against her desire and trudged to her room located on the second floor. Slamming her doors shut, Saeldehel had forgotten to lock the doors as she stripped herself free from her form fitting dress left bare in her undergarments that smelled heavy from the stench of desire especially the panties that were growing awfully wet. Whimpering from embarrassment and confusion, Saeldehel fell upon her comfortable bet all the while sighing in pure content as the cold sheet welcomed her. For moments she laid there, bare and exhausted calming herself until an idea sprung into her hazed mind. She was quiet until she readjusted herself. Her back rested straight on the bet, her eyes boring into the roofs of her humble abode and so, biting her lower lip her quivering fingers reached into her panties to her clitoris. Even with a single flick, the elfs eyes grew wide as she let out a satisfied moan followed by a plethora of rushing emotions which she could not understand. And so she continued playing with herself, her body arching and sometimes bucking from the waves of heat and pleasure driving her into a complete moaning mess. It was almost as if she forgot that Dralos could easily hear her but in that moment, she could careless for what he would see it was because..she has succumbed all to easily into the pleasures of lust.