[Elves aren't the most common to find in a brothel, and Eladrins even more rare, but it made good business for Aphrodite. Not exactly famous beyond the walls of the town, but she's working on it. What's not enticing about tales of a lady with hair the color of spring blossoms and with bountiful curves just begging to keep someone warm. She just needs some better word of mouth advertisement from handsome, dashing travelers.
Speaking of.
It's impossible to not notice the half-orc man even before the whispers go around. He's handsome, with a rugged beard and long hair colored like salt and pepper. More than that though, it's fun to watch him. Fluster his way through conversation with the clerk, with none of the bravado that often follows men looking for a good time. She can't overhear anything from here but the rumors move fast in the brothel.
Their eyes meet from across the room and, well, color her intrigued.]
All of our beds are soft, darling. [She pipes up from where she'd quietly made her way to the lobby, just in time to watch Fjord fish the money out of his bags. The clerk mutters something of a warning meant for Aphrodite not to meddle – one that she promptly ignores as she draws one hand up the gentleman's arm. Her chemise doesn't leave much to the imagination from this close, and there's pink frills underneath barely keeping her modest.
She eyes the coins and titters,] Why, that's enough for at least two ladies. Are you sure you're just here for sleep?
[ Oh, he thinks as his gaze slides sideways with the appearance of the pink-haired woman, she's an elf. Distracted from the huffing clerk, he blinks stupidly for a moment as he takes in the sight of her up close and then remembers to put his coin-purse away. ]
It's wet. Raining outside, sorry.
[ As if the battering noise of the weather on the windows isn't apparent. Straightening up, he recognises the come-on for what it is and feels a little of his exhaustion seep away in the face of a beautiful woman's attention. It occurs to him that someone as lovely as her must need some ... time off, and perhaps that is the reason for her approach instead of anything else. ]
All I want is a soft bed until morning, the lady whose room I'll use has my word I expect nothing else. I'm tired from travelling a long way, that's all.
[Her eyes stay on hit face, judging his expression. It's not uncommon for some men to come in here with pretend reluctance, wanting to be coerced into a night of debauchery so they can leave and pretend they are moral men led astray. She doesn't mind the game although he seems more earnest than others.
Some men are just in good need of seduction.]
Of course. And you're soaked to the bone. [Said as she touches his cloak, the concern not entirely feigned. The armor underneath sparks her curiosity, the style doesn't seem to be from nearby.] Come on, dear, I know a nice, quiet spot where you'll rest easy tonight.
[There's other ladies and men starting to hover around, but pick up on when Aphrodite has set her claws in, especially once she catches Fjord by the arm and tugs him along, up the stairs.] It's not often we get such worldly people here. What's your name, darling?
[ One last glance at the clerk who waves them off confirms this is apparently how Fjord is finding a room for the night so he goes with as much grace as he can, trying not to drip on the elegant vision coaxing him upstairs. She's awfully kind, and awfully sharp-eyed from the way she clocked his coin-purse at the desk; at least she knows he's good for it, one way or another. She must really be desperate for an easy night off with an idiot sleeping in her bed instead of employing it for other things, he thinks.
He's a lot bigger than her but the light touch on his arm has him following her without argument, feeling ungainly by comparison. She looks like a painting, gorgeous and untamed and unreal. ]
Begging your pardon, miss, my name is Fjord. It's very kind of you to let me stay in your room, thank you.
[There's a swell of possessive pride when his eyes don't drift to any of the other lovely ladies and men that work there. All attention on her, like she wants it to be. And she's all sweet smiles and fluttering lashes when she looks at him, but the aura around her is unlike a predator circling it's pray. Reading loud any clear to everyone else nearby. He's mine.]
Fjord. [She purrs,] And there's nothing kind about it. The whole house was jumping at the chance to snag you for themselves. I just moved the fastest.
[Deeper into the building. The hall is less crowded here and the lighting is low. She lets her hand slip from his arm and paces ahead faster, so he can get a good look at the sway of her hips as she hurries to the door, turning to put her back against it as she waits for him to meet her. Still her eyes scan him carefully, watching for the moment the act goes down. Ah, but he's still so polite, and she pushes the door open, leading to a small room that is plushly decorated, with odds and ends that gives it a cozy atmosphere separate from the rest of the house, and curtains around a bed piled high with cushions. Soft and feminine, just like her.]
[ Tits and ass are all very well and there are a lot of them lining the corridors where other hookers lounge, not even faking disinterest anymore, but there's something to be said for her kind smile and bright eyes that keeps his attention on her along the way, taking in the subtle shadows of her chemise (guiltily, but even so he's just a man and she's gorgeously underdressed) and the bounce of her pretty hair. When they get to the room he stands surprised inside, Bag of Holding still over a shoulder as he takes in the sight of someone's bedroom. Personal affects litter surfaces and it doesn't look at all like the bare-bones room he was expecting, making Fjord squirm internally at the idea of taking her home from her ... but she's an adult, and she knows he has paid handsomely. It's fine. No need to say, ]
I can sleep on the floor with some of the cushions, I don't want to take your bed away from you.
[ He's too damn polite for his own good and knows it. Fucking idiot. Paying for a soft bed and opting for the floor! And yet, it's a lady's bed before him, no matter that she's probably banged a whole bunch of people in it this week. It looks cosy and ... somewhat homely, for a brothel.
He huffs a weak smile, nodding to the window battered by the elements. ]
[It's sweet the way he regards her room. Genuine in the way he seems to care about the wet boot marks he leaves on the rugs and it's cute how he offers to sleep on the floor instead. It makes something vulnerable flutter inside of her – not very many people treated her like a gentleman. Not like a true gentleman anyway. She had plenty of clients who liked to pretend.
Clients. That's right. A well traveled and handsome one too.
Her footsteps are light on the floor as she crosses the room. Alone now, her hands slide up his arms, around his chest where deft fingers tug the fasteners of his cloak. Close enough to not-so-accidentally squish her breasts against his back once the fabric flutters to the floor by their feet.]
We can sleep on the floor, if that's what you want. [Palms flatten on his chest, slipping downward.] But I don't mind cuddling.
[ He lowers his bag as she moves closer, losing sight of her when she steps in from behind to reach around him and unlatch his cloak, the heavy fabric dropping in a heap around his boots. His waistcoat and shirt aren't entirely dry either, it can't be pleasant for her to be that near; when he realises she's crowding in and those are breasts against his back he swallows and sends a curt mental warning to his dick not to react.
Just before her hands can slide too low, he turns and takes them in his own. She's beautiful. It's a little jarring each time he looks at her, having seen only plain faces of mostly humans for days since leaving Rexxentrum to the west, the farmland and rough hills don't make for interesting or welcoming folk, especially not when you're tall and green. This must be the first time that not just a woman but a person has touched him in ... months? Yes. Months since he left Molly and Jester on the coast.
He tries to focus on how his hair is damply dripping down the back of his neck instead of how buxom and lovely his hostess is and mildly succeeds, the softness of her hands in the calloused roughness of his a striking contrast. Sincerity colours his blush. ]
I really did pay just for the bed. You don't need to flatter me, I'm not going to take offense if you don't. I won't hurt you. [ It feels necessary to add that, in case she's nervous and just going through the motions to tire out a would-be aggressive client. ] What's your name?
[Finally the silky smooth flirtation slips out of her voice and she blinks up at him, genuinely surprised. It's not every day that she has a client who doesn't want to sleep with her and she's surprised to find the heat creeping up her cheeks is colored with disappointment. By all means she should be glad to have a quiet, respectful night but...
She swallows, and looks down at their hands. Cue the woman doing math meme as she chews on her lip.]
If you're not interested in women... we have lovely gentlemen too.
[If course that's why a man wouldn't be immediately swooning under her touch.]
Oh, I am! Interested, I mean, in women. Very, you know, super interested, absolutely. For sure.
[ He tries not to sound too awkward and opts for a light joking tone, nodding down at himself where he's puddling a damp patch on her carpet. ]
I think the big issue here is for me to dry off before I start a leak through the floorboards. [ Gently navigating his own attraction, he adds, ] If you really don't mind sharing your bed, I ... I wouldn't say no to some company. To your company, to fall asleep with. You're very lovely, and I've been on the road for a long time.
[She surprises herself by laughing, a bubbling giggle at his awkward reassurance of his interests. Her cheeks are rosy and she tilts her head, looking up at him with curiosity. What a strange man.]
I feel a little out of my element here. [Another laugh, and she runs her thumbs over his knuckles before she eases her hands from his, bringing them back up to brush light over the fabric of his shirt.] Let me help. Your comfort is still my duty and... sharing company with an interesting man isn't a bad way to spend an evening.
[If he'll let her, she starts to peel the wet clothes up his chest, giggling when she gets higher.]
[ He acquiesces to being undressed, since it's apparently the least he can do and he doesn't want to offend the woman. He shrugs out of his waistcoat and crouches down when she bids him to, shirking off his shirt to straighten with a shiver, his chest broader than she is wide and the breadth of him littered in scars, mostly old. Where the striations of lime take over down his middle, like a fox, even the dark hair can't hide the largest scars bisecting his pecs and another across his gut, silver-green lines from multiple blades. It looks like his size has made him a target in the past and the easiest place for people to reach is obvious. ]
[Said conversationally as she drops the clothes to the floor - they can be picked up and laid out later. For now her eyes trace over his chest. She'd pegged him as well traveled before, but it's clear that he's seen more than his fair share of danger. And she's never had a man of orcish descent as a client before. She feels her pulse run warm up to her ears, and inwardly laughs at herself. It's a real shame that he's such a gentleman.
Hm. Bold fingers touch one of the longer scars, tracing it from end to end.]
[ Swallowing as he watches her finger trail down his chest, he finds the politest escape route to cover the spike in his pulse and takes it; he sweeps that hand up to kiss it, then moves over to the bed. His boots take some tugging to remove and he wouldn't expect her to get muddy doing it. ]
[She has to stifle a sigh of disappointment when he waylays the trail of her hands, although a smile pulls at how flustered he gets when she does cross that line.]
Well. [She hums, taking the opportunity to lay out his clothes now. He really was waterlogged.] It's not every day that a man takes to my bed just for sleep. My next guess was that you're married.
[ He chuckles, eyeing her on his periphery as he sets his sodden boots aside and tries to be as nonchalant as possible (Melora help him) about unlacing his trousers next. ]
I'm a Paladin of the Wildmother but that doesn't preclude ... well, that is, I have partners back home on the coast. [ Sliding his legs under the covers, he bunches up some pillows and lies back with an arm under his head. Is it the perfect way to watch her move around the room? Oops. ] We're together but we have an ... understanding.
[She catches him watching her, and doesn't mind making it a little more enticing to watch. Thick thighs peek out of her sheer dress and the plunging dress doesn't hide much when she bends over. Don't those breasts look fit for bouncing, Fjord?]
Ohh, I understand now. [Hips sway as she approaches the bed, a finger twisting a curl into her long pink hair, her other hand comes to her forehead, swooning dramatically.] You're already full up on lovers, you must need a break from pleasuring them every night. [The bed creeks as she leans one knee on the bed, giving a closer look at those plump thighs.] To have travelled so far, just for a long rest.
[ If he dies somehow in this bedroom he won't even care, it would be a better way to go than the last time. Dragging his less than subtle gaze off her chest to share a wry smile as she teases him, he can't help admiring the curves of her body as she kneels partway onto the bed, a thigh exposed like a choice serving at a feast to a starving man. That's how it feels to be warring with his dick, having to casually bend a knee up so the blankets tent across his lap. ]
It's been a couple of months since I pleasured anyone, for the record.
[ Flipping the sheets open at his side, he offers her a hand in invitation. He isn't nervous of her, just of his own body's reactions if he doesn't keep himself in check. Cuddling was on the cards, so that's okay. She offered as much. ]
[The blankets are already warming underneath, and she slips into bed beside him. There's no hesitation in the way she curls in close - his presence is a solid one beside her and the physical proximity has her skin flushing warm.
Her voice drops lower and under the blankets she places her hand flat on his chest.]
Darling, if you hadn't insisted otherwise by now, I'd suspect you were trying to romance me.
[Hand on his chest, she picks up where she'd left off, fingers lightly tracing the lines of his scars, but instead of going south she heads north. Up to brush light over his beard, softly stroking as she lets her body press flush against him. Through the thin fabric of her chemise the warmth of his body burns through her, and there's very little hiding the way her body squishes against his. Soft and feminine.]
[ She smells like flowers (somehow, in a brothel) and her body is warm where she presses in, his arm looping around her shoulders as he runs a hand up her arm and down to the dip of a waist. Despite wanting to keep going he forces his hand to stay there, claws idly sifting through her bunched-up chemise. Are you feeling softer yet? His lips purse to hold in a laugh. ]
I'm feeling content.
[ His head is tired but his dick is stubbornly half-hard hidden beneath the blanketing tent his bent knee creates. Taking slow, steady breaths, he turns his nose toward her hair and tries the same trick he had to employ while sharing sleeping space with the Nein, thinking of sea monsters and battles in general. It's a lot more difficult with the sweet scent and plush softness of Aphrodite plastered against him, the heat between her legs burning at his hip and chest pillowed attractively on his.
But, he promised no funny business, and Fjord refuses to be a slave to his body. In the dim lighting of her bedroom, nestled together, his voice is a deep, thoughtful rumble in the pit of his chest. ]
Thank you, again, for letting me stay with you. Money aside, it didn't have to be you, yet you picked me up.
[He smells like the sea. Like rain and adventure and a land far away from this one. The kind of place she always imagined she'd settle if she could get a big enough name for herself as a courtesan.
it's a strange sensation. It's far from the first time she's shared her bed with someone like this but it usually served as a formality. But here the prickle of claws at her back has a shiver go down her spine, one she's not sure she hides all that well with how they're pressed together. And the baritone of his voice makes her warm in ways that has her laughing at her own foolishness.
As if she's ever struggled to entice a man with her body before when she wanted it.]
There are many more unpleasant men I could be sharing my bed with right now.
[fingers continue to stroke over his beard, up to his cheek, before giving into the temptation to thumb over the corner of his mouth, curious about the tusks that peaked out.]
[ A soft snort is the reply she gets when mentioning other men, he doesn't doubt that clientele varies in quality of manners in such a house. He really can't blame her for enjoying a quieter night; technically a paid evening off, no less.
She says she was looking forward the seducing him and then curiosity overrides the gentle fingers brushing through his beard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his yellow eyes slide toward her, watching her reaction as he parts his lips. It confirms his suspicion that she hasn't had a halforc in her bed before (or for a while, he suspects) and that sweet fascination is what prompts him to let her look at his tusks instead of any seductive technique. She's polite and honest.
The attraction he feels for her body deepens as he watches her squashed up at his side, poking his teeth. Carefully, giving her a gentle nip, he says, ]
I shouldn't think you have to try very hard to seduce anyone.
The hard part is trying not to. But I have a stubborn client that just wants a nice nap.
[She giggles a little at the nip of his teeth, and she redoubles her efforts, now that he's not pulling away from her. She'd been a little worried if she pushed too hard he'd make good on his promise to sleep on the floor. Sitting up a little bit so she can look down at him, with her breasts pillowed on his chest, the straps of her chemise dangerously slipping down her shoulders. She presses her thumb between his lips, coaxing him to part them for her, more bold in her explorations. She wants to touch him. Is glad that he's not pushing her away now that she's here.
Eyes twinkling, she grins. Under the blanket, a leg rubs against his,]
But I keep thinking: It won't be a very restful sleep, if you're half-hard. [Her thumb tugs on his lip, dragging that wet down his chin.] There are other things we can do. If you don't want to have sex.
[ A controlled breath leaves him on a chagrined laugh as she wriggles in, discovering his state. The way her thumb slides down his lip has him regarding her more steadily, and he brings up a hand to brush some loose pink strands behind an ear, thumb running across her cheek. He lets her feel the slight twinge of his claws, not just there but around her shoulder too where his other arm has curled. ]
This is fine, this is manageable, [ with a nod to his dick, ] but it wouldn't be for long. I don't ... think you've ever been with a halforc, have you?
[There's that shiver again when she feels his claws against her skin. Some of her other clients were keen to get rough with her in the bedroom. With some of them, this is when she might start to feel wary but it's excitement that worms its way low in her stomach. He's so gentle and considerate.
Although a full blush colors her cheeks when he makes an apt call on her experience.]
Does it matter? If you're worried about being left unsatisfied...
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Speaking of.
It's impossible to not notice the half-orc man even before the whispers go around. He's handsome, with a rugged beard and long hair colored like salt and pepper. More than that though, it's fun to watch him. Fluster his way through conversation with the clerk, with none of the bravado that often follows men looking for a good time. She can't overhear anything from here but the rumors move fast in the brothel.
Their eyes meet from across the room and, well, color her intrigued.]
All of our beds are soft, darling. [She pipes up from where she'd quietly made her way to the lobby, just in time to watch Fjord fish the money out of his bags. The clerk mutters something of a warning meant for Aphrodite not to meddle – one that she promptly ignores as she draws one hand up the gentleman's arm. Her chemise doesn't leave much to the imagination from this close, and there's pink frills underneath barely keeping her modest.
She eyes the coins and titters,] Why, that's enough for at least two ladies. Are you sure you're just here for sleep?
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It's wet. Raining outside, sorry.
[ As if the battering noise of the weather on the windows isn't apparent. Straightening up, he recognises the come-on for what it is and feels a little of his exhaustion seep away in the face of a beautiful woman's attention. It occurs to him that someone as lovely as her must need some ... time off, and perhaps that is the reason for her approach instead of anything else. ]
All I want is a soft bed until morning, the lady whose room I'll use has my word I expect nothing else. I'm tired from travelling a long way, that's all.
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Some men are just in good need of seduction.]
Of course. And you're soaked to the bone. [Said as she touches his cloak, the concern not entirely feigned. The armor underneath sparks her curiosity, the style doesn't seem to be from nearby.] Come on, dear, I know a nice, quiet spot where you'll rest easy tonight.
[There's other ladies and men starting to hover around, but pick up on when Aphrodite has set her claws in, especially once she catches Fjord by the arm and tugs him along, up the stairs.] It's not often we get such worldly people here. What's your name, darling?
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He's a lot bigger than her but the light touch on his arm has him following her without argument, feeling ungainly by comparison. She looks like a painting, gorgeous and untamed and unreal. ]
Begging your pardon, miss, my name is Fjord. It's very kind of you to let me stay in your room, thank you.
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Fjord. [She purrs,] And there's nothing kind about it. The whole house was jumping at the chance to snag you for themselves. I just moved the fastest.
[Deeper into the building. The hall is less crowded here and the lighting is low. She lets her hand slip from his arm and paces ahead faster, so he can get a good look at the sway of her hips as she hurries to the door, turning to put her back against it as she waits for him to meet her. Still her eyes scan him carefully, watching for the moment the act goes down. Ah, but he's still so polite, and she pushes the door open, leading to a small room that is plushly decorated, with odds and ends that gives it a cozy atmosphere separate from the rest of the house, and curtains around a bed piled high with cushions. Soft and feminine, just like her.]
Make yourself comfortable.
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I can sleep on the floor with some of the cushions, I don't want to take your bed away from you.
[ He's too damn polite for his own good and knows it. Fucking idiot. Paying for a soft bed and opting for the floor! And yet, it's a lady's bed before him, no matter that she's probably banged a whole bunch of people in it this week. It looks cosy and ... somewhat homely, for a brothel.
He huffs a weak smile, nodding to the window battered by the elements. ]
Being out of the rain is all that really matters.
its time to be pursued, Fjord.
Clients. That's right. A well traveled and handsome one too.
Her footsteps are light on the floor as she crosses the room. Alone now, her hands slide up his arms, around his chest where deft fingers tug the fasteners of his cloak. Close enough to not-so-accidentally squish her breasts against his back once the fabric flutters to the floor by their feet.]
We can sleep on the floor, if that's what you want. [Palms flatten on his chest, slipping downward.] But I don't mind cuddling.
oh lawd she comin
Just before her hands can slide too low, he turns and takes them in his own. She's beautiful. It's a little jarring each time he looks at her, having seen only plain faces of mostly humans for days since leaving Rexxentrum to the west, the farmland and rough hills don't make for interesting or welcoming folk, especially not when you're tall and green. This must be the first time that not just a woman but a person has touched him in ... months? Yes. Months since he left Molly and Jester on the coast.
He tries to focus on how his hair is damply dripping down the back of his neck instead of how buxom and lovely his hostess is and mildly succeeds, the softness of her hands in the calloused roughness of his a striking contrast. Sincerity colours his blush. ]
I really did pay just for the bed. You don't need to flatter me, I'm not going to take offense if you don't. I won't hurt you. [ It feels necessary to add that, in case she's nervous and just going through the motions to tire out a would-be aggressive client. ] What's your name?
oh she gonna 👀
[Finally the silky smooth flirtation slips out of her voice and she blinks up at him, genuinely surprised. It's not every day that she has a client who doesn't want to sleep with her and she's surprised to find the heat creeping up her cheeks is colored with disappointment. By all means she should be glad to have a quiet, respectful night but...
She swallows, and looks down at their hands. Cue the woman doing math meme as she chews on her lip.]
If you're not interested in women... we have lovely gentlemen too.
[If course that's why a man wouldn't be immediately swooning under her touch.]
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Oh, I am! Interested, I mean, in women. Very, you know, super interested, absolutely. For sure.
[ He tries not to sound too awkward and opts for a light joking tone, nodding down at himself where he's puddling a damp patch on her carpet. ]
I think the big issue here is for me to dry off before I start a leak through the floorboards. [ Gently navigating his own attraction, he adds, ] If you really don't mind sharing your bed, I ... I wouldn't say no to some company. To your company, to fall asleep with. You're very lovely, and I've been on the road for a long time.
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I feel a little out of my element here. [Another laugh, and she runs her thumbs over his knuckles before she eases her hands from his, bringing them back up to brush light over the fabric of his shirt.] Let me help. Your comfort is still my duty and... sharing company with an interesting man isn't a bad way to spend an evening.
[If he'll let her, she starts to peel the wet clothes up his chest, giggling when she gets higher.]
You're a little tall. Bend, please.
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[ He acquiesces to being undressed, since it's apparently the least he can do and he doesn't want to offend the woman. He shrugs out of his waistcoat and crouches down when she bids him to, shirking off his shirt to straighten with a shiver, his chest broader than she is wide and the breadth of him littered in scars, mostly old. Where the striations of lime take over down his middle, like a fox, even the dark hair can't hide the largest scars bisecting his pecs and another across his gut, silver-green lines from multiple blades. It looks like his size has made him a target in the past and the easiest place for people to reach is obvious. ]
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[Said conversationally as she drops the clothes to the floor - they can be picked up and laid out later. For now her eyes trace over his chest. She'd pegged him as well traveled before, but it's clear that he's seen more than his fair share of danger. And she's never had a man of orcish descent as a client before. She feels her pulse run warm up to her ears, and inwardly laughs at herself. It's a real shame that he's such a gentleman.
Hm. Bold fingers touch one of the longer scars, tracing it from end to end.]
Are you a man of the cloth, Fjord?
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[ Swallowing as he watches her finger trail down his chest, he finds the politest escape route to cover the spike in his pulse and takes it; he sweeps that hand up to kiss it, then moves over to the bed. His boots take some tugging to remove and he wouldn't expect her to get muddy doing it. ]
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Well. [She hums, taking the opportunity to lay out his clothes now. He really was waterlogged.] It's not every day that a man takes to my bed just for sleep. My next guess was that you're married.
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I'm a Paladin of the Wildmother but that doesn't preclude ... well, that is, I have partners back home on the coast. [ Sliding his legs under the covers, he bunches up some pillows and lies back with an arm under his head. Is it the perfect way to watch her move around the room? Oops. ] We're together but we have an ... understanding.
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Ohh, I understand now. [Hips sway as she approaches the bed, a finger twisting a curl into her long pink hair, her other hand comes to her forehead, swooning dramatically.] You're already full up on lovers, you must need a break from pleasuring them every night. [The bed creeks as she leans one knee on the bed, giving a closer look at those plump thighs.] To have travelled so far, just for a long rest.
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It's been a couple of months since I pleasured anyone, for the record.
[ Flipping the sheets open at his side, he offers her a hand in invitation. He isn't nervous of her, just of his own body's reactions if he doesn't keep himself in check. Cuddling was on the cards, so that's okay. She offered as much. ]
Will you remind me what softness feels like?
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Her voice drops lower and under the blankets she places her hand flat on his chest.]
Darling, if you hadn't insisted otherwise by now, I'd suspect you were trying to romance me.
[Hand on his chest, she picks up where she'd left off, fingers lightly tracing the lines of his scars, but instead of going south she heads north. Up to brush light over his beard, softly stroking as she lets her body press flush against him. Through the thin fabric of her chemise the warmth of his body burns through her, and there's very little hiding the way her body squishes against his. Soft and feminine.]
How's that...? Are you feeling softer yet?
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I'm feeling content.
[ His head is tired but his dick is stubbornly half-hard hidden beneath the blanketing tent his bent knee creates. Taking slow, steady breaths, he turns his nose toward her hair and tries the same trick he had to employ while sharing sleeping space with the Nein, thinking of sea monsters and battles in general. It's a lot more difficult with the sweet scent and plush softness of Aphrodite plastered against him, the heat between her legs burning at his hip and chest pillowed attractively on his.
But, he promised no funny business, and Fjord refuses to be a slave to his body. In the dim lighting of her bedroom, nestled together, his voice is a deep, thoughtful rumble in the pit of his chest. ]
Thank you, again, for letting me stay with you. Money aside, it didn't have to be you, yet you picked me up.
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it's a strange sensation. It's far from the first time she's shared her bed with someone like this but it usually served as a formality. But here the prickle of claws at her back has a shiver go down her spine, one she's not sure she hides all that well with how they're pressed together. And the baritone of his voice makes her warm in ways that has her laughing at her own foolishness.
As if she's ever struggled to entice a man with her body before when she wanted it.]
There are many more unpleasant men I could be sharing my bed with right now.
[fingers continue to stroke over his beard, up to his cheek, before giving into the temptation to thumb over the corner of his mouth, curious about the tusks that peaked out.]
And I was looking forward to seducing you.
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She says she was looking forward the seducing him and then curiosity overrides the gentle fingers brushing through his beard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his yellow eyes slide toward her, watching her reaction as he parts his lips. It confirms his suspicion that she hasn't had a halforc in her bed before (or for a while, he suspects) and that sweet fascination is what prompts him to let her look at his tusks instead of any seductive technique. She's polite and honest.
The attraction he feels for her body deepens as he watches her squashed up at his side, poking his teeth. Carefully, giving her a gentle nip, he says, ]
I shouldn't think you have to try very hard to seduce anyone.
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[She giggles a little at the nip of his teeth, and she redoubles her efforts, now that he's not pulling away from her. She'd been a little worried if she pushed too hard he'd make good on his promise to sleep on the floor. Sitting up a little bit so she can look down at him, with her breasts pillowed on his chest, the straps of her chemise dangerously slipping down her shoulders. She presses her thumb between his lips, coaxing him to part them for her, more bold in her explorations. She wants to touch him. Is glad that he's not pushing her away now that she's here.
Eyes twinkling, she grins. Under the blanket, a leg rubs against his,]
But I keep thinking: It won't be a very restful sleep, if you're half-hard. [Her thumb tugs on his lip, dragging that wet down his chin.] There are other things we can do. If you don't want to have sex.
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[ A controlled breath leaves him on a chagrined laugh as she wriggles in, discovering his state. The way her thumb slides down his lip has him regarding her more steadily, and he brings up a hand to brush some loose pink strands behind an ear, thumb running across her cheek. He lets her feel the slight twinge of his claws, not just there but around her shoulder too where his other arm has curled. ]
This is fine, this is manageable, [ with a nod to his dick, ] but it wouldn't be for long. I don't ... think you've ever been with a halforc, have you?
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[There's that shiver again when she feels his claws against her skin. Some of her other clients were keen to get rough with her in the bedroom. With some of them, this is when she might start to feel wary but it's excitement that worms its way low in her stomach. He's so gentle and considerate.
Although a full blush colors her cheeks when he makes an apt call on her experience.]
Does it matter? If you're worried about being left unsatisfied...
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