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timeskips ahoy

[So. Some time has passed on all these adventures. Eventually, people did settle down--well, some of them. Oryn's trading is doing well, Tora and his wife were, one presumed, well-off and not eating people. Sanaz had, of course, wandered off again, but such things were expected.

In the case of a certain elf, she had said there was some business she needed to sort through in Ra-Zehman, but in deference to how badly the desert agreed with him, been incredibly stubborn on sending Konstantin home ahead.

Which brings us to today, where a cloaked, tall woman has wandered right on into the castle, freaking out the guards who swore they never saw her come in, followed by a gleaming white stag and, one assumes, a veritable menagerie somewhere outside waiting.

What do.]

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[That...appears to be a bodice and the tightest leather pants she could get her hands on and not much else.]

I miiight have run into Oryn on the way here.

And here I was hoping this was the scout's new uniform...

[He laughs a bit, pulling her back against his chest.]

Though I suppose we have time to negotiate all manner of things.

Lord, no. You can't make forestry-practical sexy, it really doesn't work. We've tried before.

[She is happy for hugs, although she is quietly starting to undo his shirt while she's here.]

Of course, if you had another title and uniform in mind, Konstantin...

I could grant you all manner of titles, Shirin, but most of them don't usually come with a uniform. Not that we couldn't correct that...

[Hand inching it's way down those leather pants? Oh, you better believe it.]

[Well, she's squirming a little, but then leaning up to murmur in his ear.]

Konstantin, I think we both know what we've been beating around the bush about...ask me already, and I promise, I'll do whatever you want.

[He will quit groping her for a moment and just hold her in front of him.]

In the days or even perhaps hours to come, I am certain I will demand all manner of acts out of you, see what deviousness you can find in the castle wardrobes. But I have not held you in two years. Right now I find that immediacy more desirable than anything.

...[She's quiet for a moment, before just leaning up and kissing him, surprisingly sweetly, at that. Turns out Shirins do actually know how to be gentle!]

[He kisses her back, then. If it weren't for the fact that he already had a hand in her pants and she'd got his shirt most of the way off, then this would just be really cute!]

[Look, the day they are adorable in a way that isn't in the middle of filthy sex in some fashion is the day they've been replaced by bodysnatchers.

That said, she'll just keep the kiss going until she needs to breathe.]

...I guess sending letters just isn't the same. Although I'm not sure if they got here, the post is notoriously a little, ah. Distractable.

[They were full of feelings. Feelings under a cipher. And also drawings of flowers and creatures she thought he might find curious. Because that is the kind of person she is.]

I received a few letters, mostly full of black inkings... I believe someone censored your outgoing mail.

[Right, he was in the middle of being a giant tease. Time to get back to that and start unlacing her bodice.]

But is that important now?

Not even remotely.

[Right, licking all the way up his neck, if he's going to be like that, and get a good grip on his ass.]

[It is much as she remembers it. It would seem that his half-dead nature has kept him much the same as he was when they last met, and grabbing his ass has him getting a lot more teasing with his fingers all the sudden.]

Good.

A-ahhh...legs aren't gonna...hold out much longer, y'keep that up...

[She is leaning on him pretty heavily already, in fact. That may be his cue to find someplace to get this party going.]

Tell me, soft or not?

[He's not letting up, either, given he just leaned down to kiss rather roughly along her neck while he keeps her supported.]

S-soft...!

[She's exhaling pretty sharply against his ear if he's going to do that, and doing her best to get a hand to where she can pull open his pants, in all this.]

Good...

[He'll push her gently back onto the bed then, and he's not going to bother fighting her on getting his pants open because with her bodice unlaced he's going for kissing her breasts instead.]

[Given it's been two years, she's a touch more sensitive than he might remember, given she's groaning and squirming under the attention already.]

G-gonna...be a tease at a time like this...?

I've never known you to complain about me paying attention...

[But he'll stop, if she's going to be like that, and get his own shirt the rest of the way off.]

[Well, she'll reach up while he's doing that, to brush his hair out of his face.]

It's been two years...I'm allowed to be a little impatient, aren't I?

It is rather surreal to have you being honest about this sort of thing for once.

[But he'll smile and start to work on peeling her out of those leather pants of hers, then.]

Enjoy it while it lasts...[She'll happily squirm to help facilitate getting those off, because that is seriously a two-person effort, and then she'll reach for his.]

And who're you to talk? You really never do say anything directly.

It is both the nature of my birth and station, it seems.

[Yeah, he's still built pretty much how she remembers him. He'll just peel her out of her bodice, then, if she's going to focus on his pants.]

[Well, once she's got him out of them, she is going to take the time to feel up his chest, like she's checking to make sure everything's still there.]

Neither one you need to adhere to with me, and you know it. [Buuut, instead of letting him answer, she's just going to lean over and lick up his chest from just above his belly button.]

But we can have that conversation later.

Y-yes, seems you'd rather do something else...

[That gets one hell of a full body shudder out of him, then, and he'l respond by rather metiulously licking the inside of one of her ears. He's already sliding a hand along her back for better positioning]

Hmm, hmm...I think I better, while I can still be so h-aaaahahaha...so honest.

[Yeah the earlicking got a no-shit jump out of her, and she is responding by leaning up so she can murmur in his ear, while she's pushing him back a little to make getting on his dick just a touch more balanced.]

Marry me already, King Dumbass.

[Ladies and Gentlemen, Shirin Najafi.]

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