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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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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.]

[He chuckles a bit at her saying it like that.]

You make a convincing argument.

[But rather than just answer her he's going to drive his cock in and be none too slow or gentle about this. She flusters him, he responds hard.]

[She's definitely not complaining with the results, if that laugh is anything to go by--or the fact that it turned into an incredibly loud moan about halfway through. Even so, once she gets ahold of herself, she's more than happy to try and ride him down, matching his pace inch for every brutal inch. Sure, she won't last long like this, but she's betting neither will he.]

[He is, for his own part, going to try to see if he can hit a rhythm or a speed she won't or can't match, and if she's going to laugh like that he's going for her neck with kisses and bites. Someone is enthusiastic.]

[He's definitely succeeding in rendering her completely incoherent in short order, but she hasn't quite given up trying to take him down with her--although, by now, it's less her trying to match him and more her doing her damndest to tip him over with some seriously unfair hip movement.]

[Well, it seems turnabout is fair play, because while she is absolutely wrecking his rhythm with her hips, he's responding by licking down her neck over one of her breasts in a single swoop.]

[That has her a shuddering wreck, and given how she's moaning his name right into his ear she's probably just about done.]

Ss-sensitive, huh?

[Well now he's going for the other breast, in an attempt not to be the first one to orgasm here, but it's going to be close regardless.]

[She really can't respond to that, as that will actually tip her over, and she's busy groaning and locking up with a seriously intense orgasm over here.]

[That lockup pushes him over the edge as well, and he has to brace himself with his hands on either side of her through a powerful orgasm that leaves him gasping.]

[It's gonna be a minute before disentangling happens, she's just...gonna catch her breath, here.]

Been...way too long...

We've time... to make up for that.

[He chuckles a bit at his own statement, still leaned over her.]

All the time in the world, eh...?

[Well, then, she's going to reach up to play with his hair, maybe stroke his cheek, while she's at it.]

That's a question you do kind of have to answer directly, you know. Not because I don't know, but...

[There's sort of a principle involved, here.]

[His hair is about the same as ever, still long enough to dangle. He's cool to the touch, even now.]

You mean as to me marrying you... hm. Well, it would be quite a statement, having an elf as the royal consort.

Given my...performance in the throne room, I doubt it'll be a particularly shocking one, though.

[Sighing, faintly.] I guess this is a human thing, to make such a huge fuss over who marries whom?

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