mamoritai mamoritareru

[iconoclassist]

[So, let's say this is the day before we all get hired as adventurers and hit on by bards.

Which is to say, it's a fairly normal evening wherein Shirin has killed something for dinner and brought it back to wherever they're sleeping, even if that somewhere is an inn, because habits die hard. Surely bothering the surly elf will just get you some rabbit stew and not an arrow in the knee?]

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[fieldarcanum]

I-I'm seeing as much...

[We're just saying, as she is finding out, his Magna Carta has every single ratification and charter. And he is going to have a hard time standing if she keeps that up. Since teasing her isn't slowing her down, he's going for her ears with his tongue, to try to keep this a little more even.]

[iconoclassist]

[...Yeah she's now leaning on him pretty heavily because that just made her knees give out a little.

She still has a good grip on the sword of the king, down there, but he's disabled her for a bit.]

A-aahhh...a-aren't you paladins supposed to play fair...?

[fieldarcanum]

You've pressed every advantage, should I not return the favor?

[Speaking of, that hand down her panties there is working as thoroughly as it can to get back at her attempts to conquer royal lands, so to speak.]

[iconoclassist]

[Turns out, elven lands are--I can't keep this up. The teasing is working, though, in as much as she's hissing through her teeth and then yanking him back towards that ridiculously opulent bed.]

Ohhh...good answer...

[fieldarcanum]

[Given where her hand is, it's a bit hard for him to fight that. So he's just going to lean down and go for her breasts with soft little kisses while he continues to just tease her mercilessly.]

I thought you may approve...

[iconoclassist]

[She's still squirming, but she's more than willing to return all that teasing in kind once she's hit the bed.]

I'd be a little worried if you didn't...

[fieldarcanum]

[His hips actually stutter once she begins teasing him, and his new goal then begins to get that top off of her so he can more adequately fondle her.]

[iconoclassist]

[It comes off fairly easily, fortunately for everyone involved, and she'll lean up to lick his ear, see how he likes it, while he's busying himself with the fondling.]

I have to ask...how do you stand having such tight-fitting pants?

[fieldarcanum]

[Well he shudders, but it's not nearly as sensitive. There, at least.]

It is something I had to learn...

[iconoclassist]

[Look, she's an elf, and a ranger. She is very good at handling swords, and she's not afraid to use this skill on excalibur down here.]

A skill, is it...? So it is for looks.

[fieldarcanum]

W-why not look your best at all times, no?

[Tongue over nipple, this is getting one-sided again and he knows it.]

[iconoclassist]

Ah--! [Okay, yeah, licking a nipple's gonna slow her down there.] Ahahaha, but you like the feral elf look, don't you?

[Or it did, until she moved her hand out of the way and just...ground her hips up against his.]

C-c'mon...then...

[fieldarcanum]

It is... evocative.

[Right. No more being slow about this. He'll grind back, and pull those shorts off her while they go. She's getting more kisses along her chest while this happens.]

[iconoclassist]

[Well, she's not going to impede him in that, it'd be counterproductive.]

I-I'll tell you a secret...the uniform of my position looks nothing like this...

[fieldarcanum]

I'd be curious to see it sometime...

[But now is not that time. Now is the time where he gets her shorts off and this teasing comes to an abrupt end. Someone is a bit impatient and if that sudden jolt of a grind is anything to go by, a touch relentless.]

[iconoclassist]

[That certainly is a groaned string of swearing he got out of her, which given it was in Elvish was probably as pretty as it was filthy. She's immediately bucking her hips hard, doing her damnedest to drive him absolutely mad and throw off that grind wherever she can.

Look she's been playing unfairly all night, why was this going to be any different?]