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"Do not argue, Rais," Anki said. He stroked his beard and curled up the ends of his mustaches. "Why can't you simply enjoy the moment and move along, like the rest of my guard. They do not question, argue, or ruin what is supposed to be a perfectly good night of feasting and fucking."

As ever looking at the mask on his bodyguard's face proved fruitless, as there was no expression there. Surely his eyes burned with irritation, and even a twinge of disappointment. Most men would jump at the opportunity to escort their merchant prince to a brothel, an opportunity to take in the sights, and perhaps get a grope here or there.

Except his mouth, that was all that was visible that one would see in the small grooved cut out on that ivory mask.

"I am not arguing with you. I am simply wondering why your, ahem, party cannot simply be done at your manor my lord," Rais murmured back, careful of his tone and manner. He did not wish to step out of line as the wagon rolled down the street and the red lantern hung outside of Madam Oire's establishment.

"Because I can take a concubine at any time, Rais. But a lovely lady of the night, my friend. These are rare creatures that are a wonder to indulge in.  Please, no more talk.  We are here. Or I swear I will have a conniption."

Rais burned at the thought. No, it would not do to embarrass his employer, and doing so would not end well for him. He was here as a servant, and to protect Anki Aiavar from potential danger – and perhaps of making a fool of himself.. As they were aided out of the cart by the other three guards at his back, Rais kept himself steady and went in right at Anki's back, eyes surveying the establishment. Oh...it was much nicer than he expected.

"Hello my dear. Madame Oire, it is so lovely to see you again," Anki murmured, leaning into the Mistress's side and kissing her cheek, left then right.  "I hope you are well. I admit, you always look radiant. I just want to devour you here and now."  He growled with eager hunger, wrapping an arm around the older woman's waist, and her hands gently shoved him off.

Anki was handsome and distinguished for his age, closer to 50 than 60, and had a natural charm to him that the Mistress of the house had taken a shine to. "My working days are long over, Anki. But, perhaps one of my girls can interest you in sating your hunger? I think Yari remembers you, doesn't she?"

A young slender creature stepped forward, with her sandy hair having been bleached at the ends and she waved her hands at Anki, nodding.  She didn't need to say much more other than what she did with her hands, waving them across his arms, and wrapping one gently around Anki's elbow.  He laughed and gently pinched her chin with interest. "I think she does," he murmured.

"I'm please you will allow me to entertain you, my lord," she spoke at last, and kept her gaze low, demure.

Anki laughed. "Yari, Yari, be still my heart.  I think she will do just fine, Madame Oire. I did come here to have a good time, after all. And if you can, please help my friend, Rais here, relax as well," Anki chuckled, admiring the girl's high cheekbones and sultry posture.

Rais did a double-take, sputtering. "My lord? W-wait!"

But Anki waved him off. And soon he was sitting on a lounge, deep in conversation.

"Oh, I'm sure I can find him someone," Madame Oire murmured, tone soft, and looking him over.




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"You're rather well-built, and still in the prime of your youth. You won't need someone quite as acrobatic as Yari..." Her gaze settled on his mask. "I think I know just the gal for a mysterious man like you," She strode over to the left staircase. "Naadia! Come, girl!"

The sound of footsteps could be heard as Naadia made her way to the stairs. Entered the room with an aura of confidence, in stark contrast to Yari's delicate demeanor. A black cotton sarong hung to her knees while her top half was draped in near-transparent, deep red silk that did little to conceal her large, shapely breasts. Her mocha skin shone with oil and a few golden a single golden ring adorned her left horn.
"You called for me, Madam?" she spoke with a sultry, almost melodic low voice.
Madam Oire turned back to Rais. "This is Naadia. I'm sure you'll have a good time with her," she said knowingly. She walked away, and Naadia approached him.

Her golden gaze settled on his mask. "A man of mystery, I see. Well, we all have secrets of our own," she smiled. She took his hand and led him up the right staircase to  her room. She did not speak to him until they were both inside. With a snap of her fingers, a small flame appeared above them and she lit a few candles, lighting the room in a pale reddish-pink light. She returned to where he stood next to the door.
"You needn't be afraid. I won't pry... unless you want me to."
She looked into his violet-gold eyes, and her breath hitched for a moment. Something inside of her sensed the magic in his blood, and her heart began to beat a little faster. She tore her gaze from his wit some difficulty and grasped his hand again, pulling him closer to the bed in the center of the room. It had a wooden frame and was draped with cotton sheets.

Naadia placed her hands upon Rais's shoulders, feeling the edges of his shirt.
"May I?" She asked kindly, taking care to ask before disrobing him.

Lion

A good time was putting it rather lightly. It wasn't that he was opposed to partaking in pleasures of the flesh. Rais was not usually the sort to find himself here on a regular basis, truth be told. For this moment, he was supposed to be on duty. But to disobey Anki's direction was both uncouth and insubordinate.

Rais was quiet, and allowed himself to meditate and observe in the silence as this Naadia emerged from the staircase. His eyes widened in surprise. She was certainly beautiful, he had no complaints about that, even if this whole situation was reeling.  Well, if Anki was paying for it - which he hoped he was since the man simply offered him up like day old cheese - Rais supposed it couldn't hurt to partake.

This was a reputable establishment, and the decor was breathtaking as he was led upstairs to her room, eyes taking in all there was to offer. He watched her magic with no small amount of fascination. His grandmother spoke of being able to conjure such things, but he never believed it.

"This is all very nice," he commented, if only for a need to say something. He tilted his head and observed her.  At least she had the courtesy to ask before she stripped him completely bare. He waited a moment, gesturing for her to pause as he took off his own sash and sword belt. The rusted end of metal clanked against the stone of the ground, and he gracefully set it aside.

Already blood was rushing fast, thumping in his ears and he took in a deep breath to still himself. "You're quite...a unique specimen," he murmured, lower lip and chin visible in the cut out in his mask. Those were the only parts of his face that hadn't been thoroughly burned, and his eyes flicked to her forehead, observing her rather unusual traits. "Women don't usually have horns."  Unless, they were demons. But he didn't voice that aloud.

Rais took it upon himself to pull the embroidered shirt from his torso, gently over his head and setting it beside the bed.




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Boysenberrybootstraps

Naadia stands back and watches him undress, kneeling to assist him in removing his breeches. Once finished, she starts to remove her own clothing, but stops and speaks again in that mesmerizing voice.
"Would you like to unwrap me or would you rather your gift do it herself?" At his surprised look, she chuckles. "Your boss has been coming here for many years, we know him to be free with his coin and he often pays for his friends to spend the night. I've heard his voice before so I expected to see at least one man waiting for me."
Naadia unwraps the silk scarf around her shoulders and uses it to pull Rais close to her. She looks up at him seductively. "You know, maybe if you're good enough I'll let you have it on the house. I've never been with another person like me." She presses her soft breasts against his chest, rubbing her leg against his. She blushes when she feels his excitement 'growing'. The silk scarf is forgotten as it falls to the floor; she has begun to kiss his chest, shoulder, neck, jawbone... She pauses for a moment at the edge of the mask, looking into his eyes.
"I'll let you keep your secret, mystery man, if you so choose... But I think you'll enjoy the secrets of my body," she croons suggestively, stroking the underside of his chin. She moves way from him suddenly, leaving his groping hands empty. She sashays over to a shelf by the wall, tail swishing back and forth, and takes a bottle of oil from one shelf. She returns to Rais's side with a sly smile.
"Would you like to help me with a little something?" She says, pulling the cork out and dribbling the clear, jasmine-scented oil onto her bosom.

Lion

Anki was certainly free with his coin all right. Almost a little too much. Rais couldn't help but be worried at times as to what others might think of such. It was not his place to coddle his employer, but it was a high possibility that another could take his generosity the wrong way and demand more than what was given.  It was his job to make sure such occurrences were put down immediately.

And then his breeches fell, and Rais was back to focusing on the moment at hand. Stripped of everything save his small clothes, and he looked own at her.  Her words were curious. Another person like him?  With horns?  And a tail?  Nobody in his family had these traits.  If they could still be called family that was.

The soft kisses left gentle chills coursing through his body, try as he might he couldn't stop himself from shivering and the contact, frankly, was nice. Rais felt normal for once. He leaned into her touch, breath hitching and even a soft groan emitting from him as he moved to kiss her. Or tried to as she moved away from him.

"And what makes these secrets so special?" he murmured.  He was curious, no longer feeling the weight of the mask on his face.  No, no, it was best if it stayed on for now. Rais stepped closer to her and tested a touch to her breast. Anyone might have touched her and expected to get away with it, but he was curious, and frankly she made him curious. So few things made him such.

His right hand reached up, and coaxed her hand to tilt a few droplets into his palm.  Rubbing both hands together, he brushed the center of his palm against her nipple, turning his wrist to cup beneath her breast, and rolled his thumb underneath it. "I'll help you with whatever your require," he muttered, smiling if only a little.

He leaned in to press warm lips to her neck, his hand continuing its ministrations on her breast and torso. He pulled his head away long enough to blow against her skin, cooling the oil as he massaged her breasts, making them slick just enough. "Like that?" he asked, flicking eyes up to hers momentarily.




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Boysenberrybootstraps

As Rais's large hands cupped her breasts, Naadia made a soft noise of excitement. Her face flushed again, and as he cooled the oil on her unusually warm skin, she couldn't help but moan. "Yes..." she sighed as she felt his lips on her neck, before flinching somewhat at the cool edge of his mask. "Ah, may I do something for you?" She gestured for him to get onto the edge of the bed, picking up the oil and bringing it with her as she knelt on it behind where he would be sitting. "Let me ease some tension from your back, surely you've been stressed lately... otherwise your master would not have been so insistent..."
She looked up to him, her mocha skin shining in the candlelight. "Don't worry bout how long it takes... You have me all night long... and I want to maximize your pleasure~" She carefully unites her skirt and tosses it onto the floor, revealing her smooth, thick thighs and all between.

Lion

He felt much more at ease now, and his belly felt warm, a sensation growing inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time: comfort. The only real ache came from his groin, for obvious reasons, and he paused before he sat down on the bed, slipping free from the wrapped small clothes at his waist, and he stepped out of them.

He was bare now, and now sat at the edge of the bed, relaxing into her touch. "My employer is...not always frugal when he should be. Not that I don't appreciate the attention," he chuckled, and grunted as fingers dug into his back. Yes the tension was easily relieved. He groaned, each movement better than the last.

"You're very skilled at what you do. How long have you been employed here?" he asked.  It wasn't easy to ask any woman that without sounding ruder than he intended it to be.  He sat back further against her, turning his head get a better look at her.  He smiled, as small as it was, and coaxed her legs to ease around his waist.  Turning back, he let her hands continue to knead as she wished.

"To be honest, I don't do this often. Visit brothels," he muttered. "You're probably used to this being much much quicker."  He cleared his throat. Smooth.




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Boysenberrybootstraps

She laughed softly in agreement; Anki had been coming to this brothel for at least ten years and often paid the girls extra when he enjoyed himself. If it weren't for Madam Oire's sharp eye, many a cutpurse (or cutthroat) might have snuck into the premises with ill intent. Thankfully, secrets were well-kept within these stone walls.
As she worked at his back, she listened to him intently. She paused for a moment when he asked her how long she had been working it. She rubbed his arms absentmindedly as she told him.
"When I was nine, one of the other girls brought me here. An elf named Itiira. She was one of my mother's lovers before she died. I spent the next few years tending to chores like and running errands, then after my thirteenth year the other girls began to teach me what they could. No man was allowed to touch me until I was sixteen..." Naadia stopped stroking Rais's arms. "So I've been here a while, but it isn't something I'm ashamed of. I stayed because I wanted to."
She pressed the heat between her legs against his back, sucking and biting his neck playfully.
She giggled at his last comment. "Some days, yes, but usually the other girls handle the quick and cheap men. I'm more of an..." she says this huskily in his ear. "endurance run.... It's hard to outpace me."
She reaches around his side and strokes his thigh teasingly before moving up to grope his stones, squeezing gently. She nips at his ear. "Do you want to play, mystery man?"

Lion

Eyes closed, and feeling the heat in his belly slowly pulsate in coarse waves of pleasure. He didn't reject her touch as he thought he might. Again the sensation of comfort washed over him, quickly followed by another wave. He growled softly, if only because it was the first sound that came out of his mouth.

Slowly he twisted his gaze to look at her. To think she'd been here all her life, this being her only profession, lot in life. It wasn't bad, it was certainly better than having been a slave, however brief that was.

He grinned and one hand gently pushed the bottom of his mask up, just to reveal his lips a little more. "My name is Rais," he said. "You're welcome to call me that instead."  He kissed her with a light pressure, the tips of her horns only lightly tapping on the side of his mask, as he tilted his head and when the heat between those lips grew hotter, he leaned in deeper.

When he pulled away, only a strand of saliva was between them, and he licked his lips. "I'm here to serve," he said, voice low. Ironic, considering she was the prostitute.  "I'll play your game. I'm not easy competition."




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

She kissed him back passionately, and when they separated it was clear that she was trembling. "Rais... Rais..." she rolled the name around in her mouth.
"That's good to hear, I haven't had a good shag in a long time..."
Naadia pulled him back onto the bed so that they were both fully on it. She kissed him all over... his hands, his arms, shoulders, chest, belly... Noticing his throbbing need, she seemed impressed.
"Mm, I wonder what kind of Djinni you have in you...? I'm sure my element is easy to guess... fire."
She strokes his thigh a few times with her oil-smoothed hands, looking up at him for signs of approval.

Lion

Again with this djinn talk. It was a little off-putting in the middle of a run, to be perfectly honest. It was clear she was not quite as human as he was.  His own origin was much in question. Not like that did him any good now, as he couldn't ask just where he was from, and why. They were his family no longer.

Rais laid fully on the bed, splayed out, and pulling her up and over him. He grinned, feeling less like himself than he ever had. It was a welcome relief.

"If I am djinn, I do not know what kind," he murmured, tilting his head, curious. "I've only ever heard stories of djinn and humans interbreeding. Usually as part of some pact. And with often unexpected consequences. Is that what you have in mind for me? A deal in mind?" he asked, chuckling in jest.

He looked between her hand and his turgid member. Only a twitching grin touched his lips. His hand reached down to guide hers, nodding, and coaxing her all the same. He released his grip to explore her own body, his hand holding at first at the hip, then further down toward that heat that drew him so.




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"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

"No, nothing like that..." she smiled at his comment. "Unless of course you'd like to bet on who'll finish first," she said, squeezing his member in her soft hand, and worked the shaft up and down. She set her knees on either side of his, and spread her legs in the process.
Her body was beautiful, but in a different way than most human women; aside from her head, she lacked body hair. Her skin shone in the candlelight and was soft, lightly scented with jasmine from her frequent anointments. Her breasts swayed with every motion of her arm, dusky nipples perked with excitement.
"He's so mysterious with that mask of his... she thought to herself, skeptic. But in spite of her curiosity, she found herself growing more excited at the thought of sharing her body with this man. Her tail waved cutely above her plump rear as she leaned over to take his member into her mouth. She fellated him deftly for a few minutes, making sure to use her hands and breasts in addition. "I wonder what kind of man he is... and how he'll want to take me..." she mused, as she knew that the way a man fucked said a lot about him.

Lion

No deal, no bets necessary? If that was the deal, he would take it.  The thought was vaguely amusing, simply because of being pinned beneath this woman already lent to some sense of vulnerability. Rais was not going to question that generosity. Whoever could last longer kind of became irrelevant when they were going to be here all night, wasn't it. Or whenever Anki decided his needs had been sated.

Hmm, maybe now wasn't a good time to be thinking of what he might be doing at this time.

His breath hitched, and he rolled his hips up into her touch. First hands then her lips. If anything tried to stifle his moans, it was quickly forgotten and he leaned his head back into the bed, his hands buried into her hair, fingers lost to those tendrils as he closed his eyes, shivering between each deep suck she executed.  He could admire that she wasted no space,  generously sucking at the tip and covering the rest of his cock with hands or her breasts. Rais enjoyed it while it lasted, and he soon coaxed her up and rolled her onto her back.

The magic of his mask kept it in place, comfortable on his skin, even as he moved, to better reveal his mouth.  A kiss to each breast, a trail of his lips down to her belly , tasting the oils and smelling her skin. Soon he found himself between her legs, and he kissed the inside of her thigh, dragging lips to heat, and tasting her womanhood, delicately yet eagerly.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

She hummed happily as she heard him moan; it was like music to her ears. When he took over and began to return the favor, she was very receptive. She arched her back when she felt his kisses down her body and quivered when she felt his warm breath on her sex. His tongue glided over her wet lips so slowly and teasingly that she whimpered with frustration...
"You're such a tease..." she moaned, her nipples stiffening to tight nubs. Her belly ached with desire...
She reached down to tousle his hair, internally begging him to... go deeper? Faster? Lick longer? She wasn't sure what she wanted, only that she wanted it.
"Raiiis....." she moaned softly. She looked down at him with a somewhat desperate expression, biting her lip.

Lion

Her whimpers made him pause, gazing up at her briefly. He grinned, perhaps a little too smugly, like a cat about to kill the mouse. Sure, he might have been toying with her but that was the name of the game, was it not?

No words still, leaning back into her heat and flicking his tongue along her clit, her folds, testing the waters of her body. He was so sure of himself; sure she could make him feel good in much the same way. As one sided as that was, a part of him enjoyed seeing what he could make her feel in turn.

Rais relaxed against her, thighs poised on either side of his head, pulling a sucking pressure  on her clit, although it was gentle, and persisted in response to her body, tasting faster, wrapping arms around her legs to steady himself. It was a good thing they didn't make that bet, because she was about to lose.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

She made an incoherent noise, head thrown back in pleasure. As Rais continued to tease her folds, she squirmed a little, murmuring. As he sucked on her clit her hips bucked slightly... She wrapped her legs around him, clutching the sheets beside her. "Fill me...!" she begged, voice heavy with desire. Her body trembled under his ministrations, her stiff nipples achingly sensitive and almost begging to be touched. Every time she bucked or twitched involuntarily they bounced a little.
She moaned again, longer this time, her eyes shut.

Lion

He stopped amidst the teasings, and when he looked up at her, his grin was more smug than ever. Rais pulled up and crawled back over her, lips tracing back along her body much in the way they had moved south. Surely his lips brought back some of the traces of fluid when he tasted her, but he licked his lips away from it and kissed her fully, deeply.

"I dunno," he mumbled between plucking at her bottom lip and turning his head the other way.  Another grin, and he chuckled. "I dunno though, I'm not quite ready to take you just yet."  His hand slipped down to play with the hardness of her breasts, rolling over it. He kissed her left, then her right. "At this rate, you may as well be paying me."




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

She only groaned slightly, as he spoke to her. The deep, sensual timbre of his voice sent a shiver through her body. As he kissed and toyed with her nipples, she placed her hands on his arms. In a sudden move, she pushed him onto his back, with his head towards the end of the bed. She straddled his hips and pinned him to the mattress.
"You should have taken the advantage when you had it..." she murmured sultrily, nibbling on his ear. She sucked on his neck and kissed his collarbones, making a show of running her long tongue over his own nipples. She traced circles around them with her fingertips and with her free hand ran her nails gently over his side. "You are quite talented, though. I'll give you that... no one has ever eaten my honeypot like that~"

Lion

She was lucky she caught in him in a good mood, and surprised him as quickly as she did. He gasped at the force she seemed to manipulate with ease and was soon pinned with his back pressed to the bed. He even laughed. Goddess Hakeshna, that was an awful sound. It sounded like the yelp of a jackal. No wonder he didn't laugh.

That and few things were funny these days.

Rais stared up at her as she pinned him, eyes wide, and the smug look gone from his face. He hitched his breath once again, skin tingling and goosebumps making their way all across his flesh. "I couldn't help myself," he grumbled, turning his head to expose more flesh for her to taste as she pleased.  His hands remained on her breasts though, gripping them with a firm hold, the callouses adding roughness to the touch.  Soon they slid down to her hips, and he rolled his waist beneath hers, placing his member between them.

"You're a woman the likes of which I've never seen...  I have few opportunities to sate my curiosity," he grinned, adjusting the weight of her on his hips.




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"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Boysenberrybootstraps

Naadia smiled when Rais laughed, and leaned down and kissed him deeply before resuming her neck nibbling.  She sighed happily as he fondled her breasts with this calloused hands, arching her back for him.
She gasped softly when he grabbed her hips, but was somewhat surprised when he complimented her.
"Sating you is my pleasure, believe me..." she murmured, leaning down to lock lips with him as she lowered herself onto his cock. She gyrated her hips and the tip slid past her tight entrance, slowly spreading her as it reached deeper inside of him. She paused a moment once he was hilted in her to rub her wetness onto the base of his cock.

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