Spirits of the Earth

Branwen had heard through the grapevine that the so-called "God of War" was in town, and that he'd frequented the Boar's Head before. And so, taking a chance in the hopes that he'd make the rounds again, Branwen set herself up there earlier that day and hunkered down for the long haul.

It was a lively place that she'd visited before, and the barkeep recognized her and let her stick around. She didn't ask for payment; she worked off tips. And so, taking a seat in front of the fire, she tuned her lute and waited for the crowds to come. There were few people there, so she warmed up with several mellow melodies and kept an eye on the door while pretending to be totally absorbed in her music. Hopefully the man would be in a boastful mood tonight.



As the day crept toward evening, people began to pour in, eager for refreshment and entertainment after long hours toiling. And as the ale flowed and the crowd grew loud and boisterous, Branwen adjusted accordingly to suit the mood.

With a grin and a flick at her feather to toss it back out of her face, she stood and strummed up a lively tune to the melody of a song she'd picked up in Uthlyn. With it, threads of magic flowed to encourage merriment--and the loosening of tongues.

Not just in the hopes of gaining some insight, but for the simple matter than happier, drunker people tipped better, too.

Stepping up onto a chair and then the table, sliding dishes aside, she belted out the words, too caught up in the moment to notice if anyone else entered the tavern.

"My lady's coachman John, being married to her maid,
her ladyship did hear on it and to him thus she said,
'I never had a wench so handsome in my life,
prithee therefore tell me how got you such a wife.'
John stared her in the face, and answered very blunt:
'Even as my Lord got you.' 'How's that?' 'Why, by the cunt!'"

She thrust her hips forward with a wink as she delivered the parting line, then finished with with a graceful bow, hat swept from her head and clutched to her chest.

There were other things Krah had desired to be clutching to her chest, her hat not being one of them. He was a man, famous for the blood on his hands, and his ruthless tactics; for he was not a military born man, nor a man who followed any sort of law. He went where the coin was ripe, and in Connlaoth, a warrior, and any one with mentionable qualities of moredecaism, was at the top of the food chain for recieving it. And Krah, already having a reputation as a hired hand to help the nobility and merchants pass safely through 'wild mage' and bandit territory, he had gotten quite a reputation and influx of money the second the last Grand Duke was axed.

The murder was so good for business, but it drew the unwanted attention from the army itself. At first he protested, but they had enough coin to even draw the stubborn Krah over to their side to fight 'For Angsar's will'. Fuck Angsar,a nd fuck the government. It was all about him, and so long as he was making a name for himself, (and a lot of fucking money) others could suffer beneath his wrath.

His ego had gotten to his head that he felt damn near invincible, like a God himself, and enjoyed the life of a king for all of his victories. He had a cut throat mannerism that helped earn his men the upper hand when he was in command (much to the detestment of the other seasoned verterans, a certain General Serenus included), who did not care much for him
ANd Krah felt it was mutual.


But the tavern life was the life for him, and he took a vacation whenever he damn well pleased. H e had already run, what- five 'mage towns' down into the ground? grinding them beneath his boots and cutting off their heads with his sword.
ANd all of it in the name of fame and money. ANd he was eating it up.

Currently, he was enjoying the show, a fat leg of roast pig in one hand, greasing down his face and beard, and a mug of ale in the other. Ah.... this bard, with booze to his brain, was a pretty little thing,a nd her song made him laugh. And also belch. A hearty belch, one that echoed well across the tavern as he stood up on drunken legs, wiped off the grease of his beard upon his hairy arm and began to approach her.

He loved the idea of the hunt, a woman included, and kept his dark eyes upon her as he steadied his wobbly legs at a nearby table, since, as he was approaching, he had nearly fallen over (though the man seemed not to realize it)

"You've got a pretty voice there," he said, pointing after her with his leg of pig, that of which he forgot he was holding until it drunkenly fell out of his fingers. "Why dont' you sing a song we can all enjoy, eh?" and he looked around to the rowdy crowd, the men, his fans, tehy all agreed, cheering him on. So he turned his gaze back towards Branwen, flashing her the whites of his teeth.

"Why dont' you sing a song about all the fun you and I can have tonight?" he suggested, and he leered her while leaning more so into the table (cause his legs were still drunken, and his mind, still a tizzy) as he drew his mug of ale to his lips, and drank half of it down,t he other half spilling down his chin and onto his chest, glistening the skin and exposed chest hairs there.

A hearty belch and a voice got her attention, and Branwen straightened up in time to see an absolute beast of a man approaching. A beast in more than one way, too, judging by the grease on his face and fingers. Absolutely hammered, too, from his stumbling, and from dropping a whole leg of pig without even noticing he'd dropped it.

And positively the fitting image of the description she'd been given of the ominous, unbeatable God of War.

He was both everything she'd expected, and nothing like it at all. He looked a brute, all right.

And he also looked scarcely capable of taking care of himself.

Yet none of surprise she felt showed on her face as she continued to smile merrily, game face on. Looks were deceiving, and if this was truly him, he hadn't earned his reputation by being inept.

With a sly grin, she plopped the hat back onto her head and leaned down--though not much; even atop the table, that man was tall--and trailed a hand along his cheek and under his chin, tilting his head to better look at him. Inwardly, she cringed as her fingers trailed through grease and ale, but her smile stayed smooth, her eyes hooded as she peered into his through thick lashes.

"Don't you think it'll be wiser for me to save my voice for later, then, my lord? I would hate to go hoarse before you make me thus," she said, then laughed and gave him a little backwards push and, with a quick wipe of her fingers on her tunic and a graceful turn, she hopped down from the table and started strumming up a new song. "Besides, t'would be insincere to sing from inexperience! I like to sing from, shall we say, first-hand accounts and observations on my travels."

She peered up at him. "I'm sure you have many interesting tales within you, just waiting to be immortalized in song."

Oh, he like this one, and as he took a step forward, he stepped in a bucket. He was so inebriated he didn't seem to notice as he laughed and took a few more steps towards her, bucket still on his boot as he tried to remain suave; like the devilish man he was cut out to be.

"Then how's about we get on up there now?" he said, leaning forward and giving her a wolfish grin, his dark eyes sparkling and his face wrinkling as his smile cut through the heavy, dark scruffed beard of his face. Those dark eyes looked towards the ceiling, and he gestured with his head towards the stairs.

"You can even bring that ukulele,"he said, reaching his greasy fingers across across to snatch her instrument from her. "We can make a song about how hard I fucked you up the stairs," he purred, towering over her now, needing to lean forward as he bent in the middle to be more at her eye level as his breath splayed across the air between them; being hot, smelly, putrid.

Not her lute! It took every ounce of willpower not to lose her shit when he grabbed her lute from her, getting grease all over the fine wood. A muscle in her cheek twitched, but aside from that, she remained just as perky and chipper as before. Hopefully, he was far too drunk to pick up on little details like that.

It took a moment before Branwen could speak, a moment before she'd both composed herself and trusted herself to open her mouth without gagging. The man's breath was ripe.

"Oh, you do know how to get a lady wet!" she breathlessly said with a flutter of her eyelashes, reaching out to take back her lute. She wiped the grease off with a corner of her tunic. Ukelele? Pah. Idiot. If this wasn't the man, she was going to be irked. "But I don't know...see, I'm supposed to meet another gentleman later. Dashing man, quite the brave soldier. And I do love soldiers..."

She gave a little sigh and looked up at him with a conflicted, desperate sort of need, and bit her bottom lip in a way that had driven many men wild. "I just don't know. You're tempting, but a soldier is a bard's dream! The stories! The conflict! So much amazing material just begging to be used..."

And then she winked. "Even as I beg to be used! Ah, such a conundrum. No wonder soldiers break so many hearts. Once you've been with one, you're never the same, and can never go back."

By the time Branwen had finished her long winded spiel, Krah had waltzed clean up to her (bucket and all), in a way that had her pinned against a wall. ANd he perched one arm against it, so his smelly, manly arm pit was easily exposed, and he laughed through his teeth, adding more ripe breath to the mix of his over whelming man-sweat smell.

"Oh.. wet are you?" he said, leaning forward now with a cocky grin.
"And who's to say all soldiers are the same?" A greasy finger now played with the laces in the front of her shirt, twisting into thema nd making quick work to begin to unbind them. "Last I heard, once you let a God ride you, you'll forever be in heaven." and he gave her the most cheesiest and smelliest of grins, before, of course, belching out a laugh.
"So let me prove to you not all soldiers are the same, and that only a God can really fuck a woman."

"Come on, there's a stiff snake in my pants you can tame," and this muchw as true, for the tight leather of his pants showed all, and  before she could protest, he was hefting her over his shoulder and began to walk with her clean over to the stairs.

Branwen was beginning to think she'd perhaps come on too strong.

He was certainly coming on strong, in more than one way, and Branwen wondered how long she could hold her breath before he noticed.

All in all? This was a disaster, and not exactly going how she'd envisioned. It wasn't like she'd never slept with the enemy before and used pillow talk to weasel out secrets--in fact, there was something exciting about that; the element of danger, and the scandal, only added to the thrill of the encounter--but Ansgar save her. The man was disgusting, and she might vomit.

But...er...maybe she could write a song about it later?

Swung up onto his shoulder--which put her right next to his sweaty armpit--Branwen put her hand over her mouth and nose to keep from gagging, hoping the smell of her own clean hand would help a little. In her other hand, she desperately clutched her lute.

"Ah! So you're a God!" she exclaimed, all cheer, and hoped the breathlessness of her voice came across as lusty. And then she gasped, as though from sudden realization.

"Oh! No way! Are you...are you the God? The famed soldier? The legendary God of War?" Another breathless gasp. "I've heard so much about you! Your countless daring feats! Your victories! How you're unmatched on the battlefield! Why, all this time, and I hardly believed you were real, and now I'm in your arms..."

Krah was laughing, a full chest of a laugh as he tossed his head back. It was only as he moved to take a step up the staircase that he stumbled over the bucket on his foot. Swearing, he turned around, juggling Branwen on his shoulder, hand on the banister and kicked the damn thing off his boot- and it went sailing, crashing into the back of another man's head.

And that man was pissed.
Taking upt he bucket, the man, nearly as tall as Krah, approached, growling through his own beard, which trumped Krah's by at least a foot. And his shoulders even looked more broad, and his body, mroe solid (and his belly, much larger). He growled and lifted the bucket, showig it to the man.
"This yours?"

Krah tilted his head to one side, smiling smartly.
"If the damn thing was mine, you'd think I'd've kept it on my boot."

"You kicked me int he fuckin' head with it," the other snarled. Krah's eyes danced at the words.

"Yeah, and what of it? It's not my fault your head's as big as a fortress. How could I have missed?"

And before Krah knew what was going on, the other man took the bucket and bashed Krah clean across the face. Krah remained paused a moment, his face to the side, as heat rushed to where the bucket had smashed into his cheek. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his dark eyes to look back at the man, his own long hair falling wildly over his face as his eyes danced even darker.

"Oh, you'll pay for that." he said, giving his knuckles a firm crack. "This means war."
And that's how it all began, his fist flung through the air, smashing into the other's man's face....
But not only was the God of War  and this other fella in a fight, but the ENTIRE tavern suddenly broke out into a brawl, twenty seconds later as a man yelled, "FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!"

Fists were connecting to the faces of other men, and blood and teeth and bruises were erupting like wild fire. And it was chaos, sweet, wonderful chaos, and Krah was laughing all the while, enjoying grabbing two men by the back's of their heads nd then SMASHING them together, leaving them to fall at Branwen's feet as he gave he ra grin and bow.

"For you, my lady. Perhaps you can write a song about this later."

Branwen scrambled for ideas, anything that could help her stall without blowing her cover, when a bucket to the head did all that work for her.

Right before her eyes, an all-out brawl blossomed, and she swiftly retreated to the stairs to get well out of the way as fists flew and teeth hit the ground. For a few moments she watched in amazement; she'd seen some spectacular tavern fights, but none rivaled this. And when Krah knocked two men out cold and they collapsed at the foot of the stairs, Branwen couldn't help but let out a baffled laugh.

"Later? Why wait?" she said and, adjusting her hat which had fallen askew, she leaned back against the wall and strummed up a fast-paced tune on her lute. "Background music for your epic battle!

"If you must settle a score with the God of War
then you better count your teeth 'fore they're rolling underneath
all the chairs and the tables, all scattered on the floor
with the blood of the fallen--put your sword back in its sheath!" That last part wasn't actually part of the song, but was an actual warning as a man crept up up behind Krah, sword drawn and raised.

Branwen's strumming stopped abruptly and she pointed emphatically behind the man.

Krah took note of Branwen's gesture, and then his eyes flashed to the shadow on the wall behind her. A man with a blade, heh, seems her song was actually useful, as comical as it may seem, and the man whirled around ducked beneath the swinging blade, which caused a light wind to ruffle the man's hair before he tackled him clean in the chest, and both men were upon the floor.
A few nose breaking sounds later, and the man was left whimpering with a bloodied nose and a few missing teeth.
Krah hadn't come out completely unscathed himself as he peered up over at Branwen, grinning from ear to ear, blood dribbling down beside his eye from a cut upon his brow.

Her song came in handy after all, and the armed man was promptly taken out, left a bloodied, twitching wreck at the foot of the stairs. Her target was injured, too, but not badly, and the tavern brawl looked like it had calmed down. Or at least, many of the remaining men were reconsidering and sitting back down, though some still eyed him as though weighing their chances.

Branwen stared back at Krah, still a little stunned by what she'd witnessed, but since he seemed to be waiting for something with that huge grin of his--did he want her approval? Praise? A swoon?--Branwen swept her hat off her head and waved it through the air, feather fluttering.

"What a spectacular performance!" she gushed. "Why, I couldn't have scripted a better fight scene myself! The action! The danger! The close calls! My heart is racing!"

She beamed at him, flashing white teeth. "I shall compose an epic ballad to immortalize this event! I can see it now: 'The Battle at Boar's Head'. It shall be sung at taverns across the nation, perhaps even beyond!"

"Battles nothing," Krah said as he approached her again, that same predatory, lustful glint within his eyes. He wiped a hand beneath his nose, wiping away some minor trickling of blood as he stood before her, seeming to corner her against the wall from where she stood. He now wore a suave, knowing grin upon his lips and a hand firmly pressed against the wall as he looked down at her.
"So now... where were we?" he began, rubbing his chin in thought. "Ah, that's right.." And before she had a chance to protest, he was hefting her up and tossing her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Again.

Oh, for the love of...shit.

Branwen squawked in alarm when she was tossed over his shoulder again, clutching hat and lute all the while, and tried not to breathe too deeply as she was put near his pit--which was a little riper than she remembered it, probably because of all that exertion and new sweat.

Shit.

"Are you sure this was where we left off?" Branwen said, groping for ideas. "Because I recall you were telling me all about your last victory, and you didn't finish the story! Right when you got to the good part, too." She let out a dramatic sigh. "I'm afraid that's going to eat at me, leaving me hanging like that. You just can't do that to a bard!"

Krah laughed as he continued to carry her effortlessly up the stairs and down the hall.
"I can show you a new victory, one you can make a new story about. And trust me," he said, pausing to kick open the door to his suite before he looked down at her and gave her a chauvinistic grin. "The good parts right in here."  and he proceeded to drop her onto the bed with a laugh.

Branwen landed on the bed with a soft oof!, still clutching her hat and lute--which she now clutched to her chest in a death grip. It took every bit of willpower not to bolt from the bed. Instead, she beamed up at him and fluttered her lashes, setting her lute down beside her and tossing her hair back, all the while taking note of every inch of the room, from the window placement to the nightstand. The situation was appallingly ridiculous, and horrifying, but she was all too aware that this was a dangerous man--hell, she'd had a nice little preview of what he could do.

He was a mage-killer.

And she was a mage.

The last thing she needed was to do anything that would raise his suspicion, like break character.

Knowing that just made this worse. Goddammit, she'd heard he liked to brag! She thought she could play off that angle more! Time to switch tactics, because this mission had reached critical status and it was far passed time to abort!

"You make a powerful argument," she said, and hoped her breathlessness came across as lusty rather than due to the fact that she'd been holding her breath. "But oh, just--just one more thing!"

Raising up onto her knees and putting her hat back on her head, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. "Do you like games?" she purred, inches from his face.

Krah wasn't wasting any time with his clothing. He was loosenign the bindings on his shirt, then moved down to his pants when she tugged him near. There was enough alcohol on his brain that he easily took up her gaze as the playful sort, and laughed through his own grin.

"Games?" he asked, taking her by the wrists roughly and pulling her even closer, his lips but an inch from hers. "What sort of games do you suggest?" ANd his breath was laced with alcohol, and the freshness from the belch he had released all but a moment ago.


It was around this time, another fellow cohort seeking information for the mages against the very same man who was trying to bed the mage-spy, Branwen, was making her rounds. It was Jinai Rinstgate, and she had done quite a number to silently help the Free Folk, and other such mages escape from Connlaoth, or seek a safe haven within the ancient ruins she and Miklo and Jy'aad had uncovered about a year ago. It was a rocky start, but surely somehting, and had been successful in it's own right in helping the suffering mage population with some form of reprieve; a safe house of sorts this place had become.  But now, she had been itching to get back into stealth services, and she knew that, with her face plastered all over wanted posters as someone 'in cahoots' wiht the mage that killed the former grand duke...
well, her job proved a lot more difficult than it had once been.

But... Jinai had heard a lot about this damn 'God of War' character, and had a pretty hateful lust towards him. After all, he was the commander for the town that was decimated, the same slaughter her brother had been caught up in...a nd killed. So she had her own vendetta against him.
And the God of War would pay.

So she slipped around the Inn, stealthily climbing up to a second story window (after having procured information that was where the man was sleeping) and peered inside, only to find herself quirking a brow to find a fellow mage supporter and spy, Branwen Carroll, about to suck face with the man. She gave a light smirk. Perhaps she might not be needed? If Branwen was there... perhaps this God of war was already ready to be taken down?  Even still, she placed a hand on her dagger and pursed her lips, giving a soft whistle and hoping only Branwen would hear.

"Mmm, oh, you know..." Branwen said, trailing off for a moment to regain her composure after getting a good whiff of his breath. Dear God above, she did not want to kiss him. She could still see bits of grease and fat in his beard.

"Utterly filthy ones. The kinds I dare not even speak, but am more than willing to demonstrate," she continued, pressing her chest into his and peering up at him with a sly smile. Somewhere beyond the room she heard a low whistle and froze. She knew that whistle--and it was both a relief and worrisome! If Krah heard it...

"There's just one little problem," she continued quickly, biting her bottom lip and affecting urgent need. "I'm afraid I left my bag downstairs when you swept me away for my ravishing! And it has some...items in it that I think you'd be very interested in trying, things so immodest they had to be imported. From Essyrn." She nipped his earlobe. "And you know the kinds of things that happen in Essyrni bedrooms..."

Still smiling lustfully, she wriggled away from him, then made to play with the hem of her tunic, as though preparing to strip. "Do be a dear and go fetch it while I prepare myself? Then we can play a fun little game that will have you singing..."

Krah was a little hesitant to heed her wishes, but the blush on his face and drunk-lust consuming his mind thought other wise. He gave a nod.
"Very well then," he said, hot breath against her neck as he kissed her there a few good times before sealing his lips fiercely against hers. "Just be sure you're undressed when I get back." he said, standing up and tightening the string on his pants in one strong tug before he left the room.

Jinai had been watching the show, eyes upon Krah, herself, leaning back in the shadow, and once the man was outside of the room, she slowly pushed the window open and poked her head inside with a smirk.

"Looks like you two were having fun," she said, sitting now within the window. She peered around the room. "Heh, nice place."

Thank Ansgar it worked! Somehow, Branwen managed not to gag until he was out of the room, and once the door shut behind him, she wasted no time in snatching up her lute, wiping her mouth up on her arm (she could taste the pig!), and scrambling for the window.

Which opened right before she got there as Jinai poked her head inside.

"Fun! Ahahaha! I don't even want to talk about it!" she said as she pushed Jinai aside so she could crawl out. Her hat hit the top of the window, though, and knocked it off, and she had to reach back inside and fish it out. "Dear God, let's get out of here!"

It wouldn't be long before Krah realized there was no bag,

Jinai raised her brows at her. "You seem to be in a hurry. Is he that bad?" she asked with a smirk. But it seemed the two women were in for a bit of sour luck, for Krah came barging back into the room.

"Hey, music lady, what did you say your bag-" and he paused, blinking in the doorway as two women remained, close together and in the open window. And his grin widened, while his eyes narrowed hungrily upon them.

"My, my, my... is this what you had in mind?" the man asked, kicking the door closed behind him as his grin grew as he smoothed back his hair and approached the window.

Jinai peered back at Branwen, her mind whirling over what they ought to do. But they were so close to their enemy. She wasn't about to let this moment just slip away. Looks like they were both going to have to entertain this beast.

"Why yes it was," Jinai said cooly, giving a vivacious bat of her lashes as she peered at Krah from over her shoulder. She even gave a sexy little pout to go with it, allowing some of her blonde bangs to fall over her green eyes, almost masking them from sight.
"After all, aren't two women better than one?" Jinai said, leaning in scandlously close to Branwen as a hand smoothed up from Branwen's belly and rested just between her breasts as she shifted herself over hte girl playfully. And it got the desired effect. She could practically hear the drool hitting the floor from Krah's lips.

"Two women at once, eh?" he said, eyeing up the pair as he approached the window, pressing his large hand to the wall there and glanced down at the pair. "Well that does sound like my sort of thing. A lovely blonde and brunette all to myself." And he gave a playful stroke to Branwen's cheek, and a squeeze to Jinai's rear.
"Why don't you two come join me on the bed for a spot of drink?" the God of war asked. "It's going to be a long night. I wouldn't want you two ladies to go thirsty."

Jinai cast a look Branwen's way. As usual, her own signature style to get at her enemies was through the drugs she kept on her person. She had poison stuffed up one boot, and hallucinating drugs in the other. She just had to be quick about it if they wanted to drug him up for questioning...
then if he was lucky, a quick death with poison. She just hoped Branwen could play along for well.. long enough for this new plan to work. Though this sort of 'dance' with the enemy was in Jinai's forte, but she knew Branwen tended to have a lot erm.. different tactcs that she, considering Jinai had no real shame in how she got her spy work done. She honestly had no qualms sleeping with then killing the enemy. Or, in some cases, leaving them out in their underwear in the middle of winter in the town square to wake up with their face glued by frost to the butt of the statue in the frozen fountain.

Branwen had been about to answer Jinai with an emphatic YES, that he WAS that bad, but then the door burst open and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

Fuck my life.

Fortunately, Jinai was quick to save the situation. Kind of. Actually, Branwen hoped she had a really good plan here or this could get interesting.

Not that it was anything she hadn't done before, minus the part where a famous, murderous mage-killer was involved.

She gave a coquettish smile and cast a look Jinai's way, then grasped her hand and tugged her toward the bed with a little bounce in her step after leaving her lute propped up against the wall. Playing along was definitely something she could do, for while it wasn't ideal, she had slept with the enemy before when she couldn't see any other way of getting what she needed. The situation with Krah, however? It was one she hadn't been entirely prepared for, because she hadn't been coming at it from that angle. But Jinai? Jinai made this a little better. A little better and worse, but at least better because she didn't have to deal with the pig alone now.

"I told you that you'd like this game," Branwen purred as she tugged Jinai down onto the bed with her, and boldly caressed a hand up the woman's leg to rest on her upper thigh before moving inward to tease at the laces of her breeches. "Think you can handle it? Two very bad young women?"

She pouted at him. "We were impersonating soldiers, see, and you just caught us. What are you going to do about that, soldier boy?"

She glanced at Jinai again and gave her a sultry look, though beneath it was a, you DO have a plan, right? look. Get him hot and bothered and vulnerable?

OOC: If I wrote too much just let me know and I can edit it 8D
It just kept going and I loled >_>
situation went from bad to 'oh shit' lol

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The subtle look of 'The hell if I know,' and then a cutting smile that said 'let's just see where this goes', probably wasn't too settling to Branwen's nerves. Jinai was just winging it after all, but if Branwen were to continue fondling her, she might find a few noticeable extra stitches in folds to her skin tight clothing. And if Branwen knew anything well enough about Jinai and her drugs (the 'addiction' rumored behind it, aside), she might come to realize she was armed to the teeth with drugs that could keep the God of War, sleeping like a babe.

"Oh, playing the game of 'Sleeping with the Enemy'?" Krah purred. "I like those sorts of tactics. But what shall I do to punish the pair of you?" he said, leering them down from where Jinai was leaning forward, nibbling at the laces of Branwen's corset, giving a light tug to loosen them, and catching the sight of drool glistening like a jewel at the sides of Krah's lips. Well, at least keeping this man distracted would be easy. Just show a bit of flesh and skin, a bit of girl on girl action and Jinai watched Krah's face heat up as she pinned Branwen onto the bed and began lapping at her neck with her tongue.

"Reach inside my bra.." she whispered into Branwen's ears as she pretended to nurse on it, but gave her a few playful nips inbetween her words. "I've got a few-" But before JInai could inform Branwen just 'what' she had in there, she heard a 'sploint' and then the crumpling of clothes. Glancing over, she found herself staring at the half naked body of the 'God of War'.

Well, the rumors were certainly true about him, he was pound for pound a man for every inch of muscle and skin he possessed. He was hairy all over, and muscular all over, and well... at least if Krah got lucky with the pair of them tonight, he was well endowed to at least please the girls a little bit. She smirked at that. A shame such an.. extensive looking tool was wasted on an animal.

"Make some room, ladies, the God of war is coming in." ANd as the man slipped his way between them, kissing at both their pair of breasts, his greasy hair shining in the lamp light, JInai cast Branwen a look of 'Yeah.. now I see what you meant' before turning her scowl into a grin.

"By the Gods, your lips are like heaven," Jinai exclaimed, a hand gripping into his hair. "But I don't think you've caught us just yet.." and with a playful tumble, she took Branwen and rolled onto the other side of the bed. Here, she kept Branwen on top of her, legs hooking around Branwen's hips. She gave a green eyed leer towards Krah, who stared at them- appearing about ready to drool on the bed.

"I think you've forgotten we're quite clever. Women are quite clever, more so in pairs." and she took the moment to unlace her own top, yanking out the strings in just a few tugs, and with a slight of hand, slipped a small jar of drugs into Branwen's hand. Hopefully it was the right drug, one to put the man to sleep. She had a lot on her person and without looking, it was hard to say which one that jar exactly was. Either way, he'd be drugged up one way or the other, and she took the loosed string now and bit it between her teeth, letting some of her blonde hair fall over her eyes.

"What are you going to do to punish us?" she said with a pout, hoping to distract Krah long enough for the exchange to go as planned- too bad Krah was an impatient one, and already snatched her corset string wtih a laugh, then grabbed Jinai by the arms, yanked her out from underneath Branwen and smashed his lips against her. GODS, did he REEK. she found herself needing to hold her breath as they kissed, and as he deepend it with a tongue down her throat, she wanted to gag.

This. Was. Hell.

Yeah, this fucker was going down, and just as quickly as he had kissed her, Jinai was seeing stars as she was thrown heavily onto the bed, the God of War now binding her wrists together and then securing it to the bed post before his eyes turned predatorily towards Branwen.

"One little soldier down... just one more to go.." he spoke with a sinister laugh, and Jinai flashed a quick glance Branwen's way from over her arms that were now extended over her head. She was practically naked now, but not nearly as showy as their new friend. And as Krah was making a grab for Branwen, Jinai began to realize a flaw in her plan...
Krah just bound her hands to the bed... really.. really.. REALLY fucking tight..
and now Jinai was stuck to the bed, struggling against the binds that now cut into her wrists.

Shit...
Well wasn't this just getting better and better? Especially when she gasped as Krah ran full force like a bear, aiming to tackle all of Branwen with his ENTIRE self.

OOC: POOR JINAI. xDDDDDD From bad to worse to "oh shit". xD

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Things escalated rather quickly after that. And it was a shame that this little adventure had to involve him, because if it had not been business and had involved another man, a less slobbery, less smelly, less murderous man that Branwen was actually interested in, she would have been all over this in a heartbeat, which was a pity, since the man was otherwise attractive and well-endowed. And Jinai was a lovely lady, what could she say? That part she didn't mind, and she was a little embarrassed to admit it affected her, considering the circumstances. On the other hand, it at least made her performance more authentic as she whimpered in earnest under Jinai's ministrations.

Finally, however, there was a light at the end of this long tunnel. Jinai slipped her a vial, and Branwen clutched it like a lifeline and hid it in a closed fist.

It was lucky the exchange went so fast, because in another instant Jinai was bound, and a second later, Branwen saw the brute gearing up for a tackle.

...Mother of Ansgar.

The force of Krah's tackle knocked the wind from her lungs and she toppled backwards onto the bed with a wheeze. She could swear she felt her ribs creak! She squirmed beneath him because she was uncomfortable and was having trouble breathing, but wound up bucking up against him in the process. She clawed at his shoulders in an effort to move him, but unfortunately (and fortunately) it would be easy to interpret that as passion and pleasure instead of holy shit you are compressing my LUNGS!

Worse yet, as she struggled under him, she realized with a jolt that she was no longer holding the vial.

"F-fuck!" she gasped, then realizing her tone had sounded more angry than lusty, she grabbed Krah's hair and forced his face into her breasts. "Nngh, ah, fuck, no, please, sir! I'll do anything! Lemme go!" she moaned, staying in character.

She squirmed playfully under him, hooking a leg around him and grinding up against his erection to keep him busy, and met Jinai's eyes. Raising her free hand, the one that had held the vial, she wiggled her fingers frantically, motioned around the bed, and gave a helpless shrug to signal, fucking hell, I don't know where it went! It had to be somewhere on the bed if it hadn't wound up on the floor, and neither option was good!

Not only because they were so royally fucked, but because she didn't want to think what would happen if he found it before they did.

With a grunt and a shove, she managed to wriggle free of Krah and twisted around to crawl quickly to Jinai, tossing the man a playful smirk over her shoulder as she went. "I'll save you, my lady! Hang on!"

Then she straddled Jinai's hips and pressed their breasts together. She leaned in to nibble and suck at her neck, traveling up the slope to her ear. "Got any others?" she whispered as she nipped at her earlobe and slid her hands down along Jinai's legs, feeling for any other vials she might have. She had no idea what she was looking for, but she would take whatever she found.

OOC: XD
These poor mage spies.
THEY NEVER KNEW IT WOULD BE THIS BAD DX
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Well, if it weren't for their 'oh shit-shit-shit' predicament, this might be kind of kinky. It had been a while since she had gotten a chance to play with a girl, let alone a girl and boy; since Jinai never minded swinging either way, and the whores at the whore house sometimes just craved something different. And so did she. And the sex was always better after you were kissing and fooling around with the soft bits of a woman, considering men just held nothing back after such a display, and well... the women could get aggressively bold, especially when enjoying some of the drugs she had on her person. Hell, some of her best sex came exclusively from women. But then again... damn did those whores know their stuff.

Unfortunately, she wasn't hanging out with the whores, this was business and this was...
Well, just an interesting series of events gone wrong, for a lack of a better thought, and Jinai's cheeks went red as Branwen's chest swelled and pressed over hers, their bodies locked a the hips.

The words she asked 'Got any others?' made her shiver and heat between her legs. Yeah, she had a few, and simply whispered back, sinking her teeth against Branwen's ear, "Yeah.." she said huskily, her breath splaying hotly against her ear. "Check up my skirts."
Yeah, she might have to visit the whore house after this one. Branwen's hands against her legs were getting her almost as riled up as the God of War. ANd being bound to the bed was, in a weird and twisted sort of way, driving her crazy.

Damn, if only that man didn't smell so wretched and filthy. Maybe if he banged them all she could coax him into at least a bath afterwards. But Gods... she just hoped Branwen had gotten, whatever it was she was looking for before this whole situation totally went south.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" she managed to purr out, keeping her voice low and her lips still pressed to Branwen's ears while most of her face was hidden behind her own blonde hair, ad the curly dark mess of hair that was Branwen's.

OOC: THEY HAD ONE JOB. ONE JOB. xDD

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It was surprisingly difficult to concentrate when there was so much soft flesh beneath and against her, and the shuddering gasp that escaped her when Jinai's teeth caught her ear was not at all feigned. For a moment, it was easy to forget that there was a hulking mage-killer right behind her when all she could feel was Jinai's breasts against hers, her hot breath on her neck, her soft yet firm skin yielding so deliciously under her hands as they slipped under Jinai's skirt...

Focus, girl! she reprimanded herself, darting a glance back at Krah to remind herself of her, ah, precarious position.

Face flushed with heat, though parts of her were even hotter, she let her hands caress over Jinai's legs as she felt inside her skirt and--ah! Her fingers hit a vial, and she grabbed it, then grinned and nibbled at Jinai's collarbone and up to her shoulder. "Got it," she whispered before pressing a hard kiss to Jinai's mouth as she slid her hand free and pressed it to Jinai's hip to keep the vial hidden. Krah was drunk, sure, but a closed fist might be too suspicious.

...And alright, fuck, so maybe she just kind of wanted to kiss her, too.

Her free hand traveled up Jinai's ribs and over the side of one breast and she looked over her shoulder at Krah, eyes slitted like a cat's, sultry and inviting. "Looks like I get to keep this bad little soldier aaaall to myself," she taunted in a singsong voice. She leaned back a little so Krah could watch as she slid her thumb over Jinai's nipple, daring him to come after her.

Her fist clutched the vial tighter. This time, she wouldn't fumble it.

OOC: Fail spies, are fail 8D

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Pretending to be kinky just plain was kinky, and if this wasn't such a dangerous situation, Jinai would just let it play out. Though.. the danger only added to the heat Branwen would feel between Jinai's legs as she reached for the oh, so conveniently placed vial.

Damn, her hand was down there for just a second too short, and only then did Jinai release a held breath as she looked up at Branwen, her green eyes nearly hidden behind her heavy, blonde bangs. Though the kiss was nice, and made her moan softly as she dared to even slip in a little tongue, so when Branwen pulled away, she found her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she sucked in a breath. Damn were that woman's hands ever skillfull. She'd have to keep that in mind for later, for now they had a high, public figure and mage killer to contend with.

She debated whether they ought to kill him. The vial up her skirts was a semi-poison- depending on how much one drank. At this point, she was considering figuring a way to get Krah to drink it all. Before Jinai had a chance to tell Branwen her idea, the GOd of War was upon them-
literally and seeming to mount Branwen like a dog.

"Who said I'd let you have all the fun?" he spoke hot words against her ear, and pressed sloppy, drunken-wet kisses all over the side of her face, neck and hair. With his added weight, he'd not only be crushing Branwen, but doubly crushing Jinai as the blonde girl let out a gasp.

Gods. She couldn't fucking breath! And the God of war was none too aware as he was working at prying off Branwen's clothes.

God, did the woman know how to kiss. A pleasant chill shot down her spine as Jinai added a little teeth there at the end, and with it came a wave of disappointment that they were on a job, dealing with a murderous pig. Damn, she hoped this wasn't all an act, though the heat between Jinai's legs had said otherwise. She desperately hoped they could pick this back up somewhere when the issue was resolved because, despite their disgusting spectator, she felt like she could die if not.

Said spectator, however, certainly knew how to kill a mood.

Branwen let out a startled sound, something between a gasp and a wheeze, and found herself pitched forward and crushed against Jinai, face between the woman's breasts. While that wouldn't have been a bad place to be otherwise, right now it was literally smothering her as the bloody man put his fool weight on her and crushed them both!

Getting her hands on either side of Jinai's body and using her knees--thank God she had strong legs!--she pushed up against Krah with all her might, which took some of the pressure off, at least, and allowed her to turn her head to the side and suck in some air.

Erk, and there went her pants. God, how were drunk men still so dexterous?!

Luckily, she still had the vial.

The problem was now just...using it.

"Mm, well you were sure taking your sweet time, big boy," Branwen purred, though her voice was strained from the pressure on her lungs. She heaved up against him and wriggled, trying to crawl her way free. Maybe if she could just get herself turned around, she could put the stuff in her mouth and kiss him, make him swallow it...?

...Actually, hell no, that sounded like a terrible idea. The stuff was poison! If she drank even a little of the stuff, who knew what would happen! Raising her head, she met Jinai's eyes and mouthed, What now?

With Branwen's pants free, it only left Krah with one option. ANd then and there he tried to mount her, all the while his hands were passing over her, and now fondling openly Jinai's breasts that were now so graciously on display while the poor girl was still bound to the lower end of the bed. Ugh.

Despite having been in situations like this, Jinai had never been in situations like this. The man was an utter pig, and was trying to belch his way inside of Branwen to bed her like some sloppy, horny dog. It was just... like watching a train wreck as she grit her teeth and tried to speak in low words so that only Branwen could hear.
"Get.. him.. to... drink... it." she said, making a 'you better damn well just stuff it down his throat and find a way to do it soon' sort of look.

But Krah heard it.
Somewhat.

"What did you say?" he asked, looking up from where he had been nursing at Branwen's neck, a nice big hicky now appeared, all soggy and red.

Jinai paled. Shit! He almost heard her!

"I said, uh... oh!" she released a forceful, but lusty moan. "No! Take me!" And she arched herself up beneath them. "Her touch made me light up like a fire, I need it now more than she!"

Branwen shot Jinai a tortured look. Right! Get him to drink it! She knew that part! The question was how! Pinned as she was, with the bastard trying to take her like an animal, she couldn't physically get the vial around to his lips because her body didn't bend that way!

At least the fool was drunk enough to have bad aim, so to speak, and Jinai, bless her, was quick witted enough to save her. Goddamn, this was the weirdest situation she'd ever been in in all her life, and she'd been in some weird situations.

She stared at Jinai, then back at Krah, and her mind raced. Shit, shit, okay, think! She had to work fast! At this point, she was just about ready to shove the vile into his mouth, but then a thought occurred to her. A crazy, dangerous thought...that might work? And might at least be more subtle than trying to force it. If she tried to force it, he could very well kill her before it took effect.

"Oh, the poor thing. I did torture her so," Branwen breathlessly said, and the smile she tossed Krah over her shoulder was downright wicked, her bangs stuck to her skin in places from sweat--both from nerves, and from Jinai. "It would be awful to leave her like this. But I know just the thing to fix her."

While Krah paused, she used that distraction to escape, pushing back against him again, harder, using the last of her strength to dislodge him just enough to squirm free. Then she grabbed for her breeches and pretended to fish around in the pockets for something.

She flashed him another dangerous look as she held up the vial. Thank God it was unmarked. "An Essyrni aphrodisiac," she explained, and dribbled a line of it along Jinai's belly and over her breasts before she leaned against Krah and breathed hotly against his ear, her breasts pressing into his arm.

"Mm...it can make a man last for hours," she said, dragging her teeth along his neck. "And drive any woman crazy with need...just look at her squirm! She wants it...and I want to watch you take her...but!" Her hand traveled down his belly to ghost over his cock. "I'm a greedy little soldier. I want some of this, too. Be sure to clean her up good first, every last drop, if you're to last long enough to handle me, hmm?"

She prayed this would work.

Jinai gave Branwen a look, and a subtle smirk. Lace her body with the poison? Damn, that was a pretty good idea. She'd have to remember that one, and just as it seemed Krah, the mighty, hairy (and stinky) God of War was about to oblige; someone kicked the door open.

"Alright you god damn fuckin' bastard, I'm going to blow yer head off for what you fuckin' done to my men today!" the drunken, red-faced, red-bearded man stammered, readying his gun and shot a musket ball clean into Krah's shoulder.

Krah man let out a howl of pain, one that over loaded Jinai not only with his foul breath, but with fear. How the HELL did this situation just get worse!? Not only was she now tied t the bed, with poison smeared all across her exposed chest ad breasts, but did she mention she was fucking bound to the fucking bed, and now a mad man had entered the scene with a gun, and by the looks of it, he had three of them!

But Krah didn't waste a beat, nor allow the man to fire his second gun as he began to barrel angrily his way.

"I'm going to fucking beat your head in for that one," the God of war promised darkly, seemingly unphased by the massive, gaping bullet wound that was now soaking his back in blood as he tore across the ground, nearly trampling Branwen as he went ad grabbed the idiot by the hair and cracked his face clean off his knee. BUt it would't take long for the man to have back up arrived as he was spitting through his bleeding teeth.


"We got him men! It's that fuckin' bastard, Krah! Kill him! KILL HIM NOW! And don't forget about the fucking money!"

Jinai's head was whirling, for it went from one psycho path in the room, to about six who were now storming through. ANd it appeared as if Krah, naked as he was, was about to take on the whole damn miniature army himself. Taking the red-bearded man's head, who he still had locked in a fist ful of his hair, Krah slammed him face first into the floor and proceeded to kick hi, in the gut in before hefting him up and throwing his body him at the first attacker, which smashed him into the door, forbidding the next wave of attackers from entering momentarily. But a few others had gotten in, and Jinai tried to struggle against her bindings as one of the men came near, drooling over her nearly naked body as he slipped out a dagger from his belt.

"What a pretty little thing," the dark haired man purred. " Seems our friend here has good taste. Once he's dead, I'll be sure to free you and show you a good time at my place as my own personal slave."

Branwen wondered if this were all some cosmic joke. If maybe Ansgar was punishing her for being not only a mage, but licentious, for liking women as much as she liked men, for lying, for deceiving, for all the other countless sins she'd committed and had yet to commit and for having skipped Mass and confession for so many years that this could easily, easily be what all those past and future sins amassed to. Real fear struck her at the sight of those armed men. Krah was terrifying in his own right, but she hadn't felt like her life was in danger. He was a drunk, terrible man that acted like all other drunk, terrible men. But now she did. Now she felt well and truly endangered.

There was blood everywhere: Krah's, and the blood of the men he'd beaten, and Branwen had been knocked off of Jinai and nearly off the bed when Krah barreled passed her. Scrambling back to her hands and knees and jerking her pants back up, her mind swung into survival mode. They had to get out of here. They had to get out of here now. Krah was their target, but there was no telling what a bunch of drunk, crazed men would do when the fighting died down and they were left with two naked women.

...Well, actually, there was.

One of them had already broken away to go after Jinai, and Branwen acted without even thinking, without even skipping a beat. With pure adrenaline screaming through her veins, Branwen leaped from the bed, snatched up her lute, and swung it like a club.

"Get off her!"

CRACK!

It splintered over the man's head and he dropped like a sack, and so did the knife, which landed quietly on the bed. Convenient! Branwen snatched it up and hopped onto the bed, reaching for Jinai's bindings and sawing through them fast. When the last binding snapped free, she grabbed Jinai's wrist and yanked her up.

"Window. Now!"

Jinai, a woman much less fearful or believing in religion, wouldn't amass her sins to account for this situation, and rather, assumed it to be just fucking bad luck. It was something, sadly, not highly unusual for her to be confronted with, and her cool only lasted as long as it could; for she was grateful when Branwen swung in, and sawed her cuffs away to bear her freedom.

Quick on her feet, Jinai simply replied, "You don't need to tell me fuckin' twice," and towards the window she went, slipping out and around the bone smashing, heavy punching, throwing table noise of chaos that had errupted inside the room, flinching from time to time as debris from smashed furniture scattered intot he air (for one man thought it was wise to toss an entire table intot he wall- and that man seemed to be the God of war himself!) and Jinia could not help herself but pause at the window frame to admire the moment, for he had taken out, single handledly, all of the men within a six punch score of violence.

Clinging to the door frame, the blood soaked 'God of War' turned around. His eyes first went tot he bed, to where the bound woman no longer lay, then; to the window he glanced at where Branwen and Jinai remained poised.

"What's the matter ladies? Too much excitement?" And despite the blood and bruises oozing down his face, a smile cut across his face, and he almost looked.. charmingly heroic in that light.

Jinai raised a brow, looking from the God of war, to the mess of croaking, crippled men at his feet. Then she glanced back up at him and smirked.

"Yeah, I think you might just be too much man for me. See ya around, God of War," Jinai said to him before smirking even more wickedly as she slipped out the window and into the night.

Branwen tossed the God of War a final look on her way through the window. Working through the rush of fear and adrenaline, she managed a cocky salute and a wink his way before she slipped out the window.

"Correction, friend," she said to Jinai, though she spoke loud enough for the man to hear, "We're just too much woman for him!" And with that said, she joined Jinai on the other side and was quick to scuttle to the edge of the roof, look for a good landing point, and locate a rubbage heap. Hoping there wasn't anything sharp or too disgusting there, she dropped down off the roof and landed in a pile of what was mostly old, rotting straw.

"This way!" she called to Jinai as she bounced to her feet and moved out of the way.

And that was also when she remembered...she had no shirt.

The God of War had torn it off of her, and in her haste to get away, well, obviously that was the last thing on her mind.

However, it was very clearly on the mind of others, because as it turned out, she had landed right in front of the tavern's entrance, where the door was currently wide open, giving everyone inside a good eyeful, judging by the hoots and hollers that were coming from inside. Face going red, Branwen folded her arms over her chest and turned her back to the door--and, instead, faced the crowd that was headed that way.

Well.

Shit.

Jinai seemed less concerned about being shirtless, but even she wore a blush when they were caught in such a predicament. But when they turned towards the road to see a group of men heading directly their way, she wasted no time grabbing onto Branwen's arm roughly and dragging her back into the alleyway.

"Ok, so if we don't want a repeat of what just happened upstairs, follow me. We can get to a whore house and lay low there for  awhile, maybe find a new shirt to." ANd as she dragged Branwen along, she smirked when she added, "And maybe finish what we started up stairs."

"But I'm going to need a bath. I still have poison all over my boobs."

Branwen followed close beside Jinai, one arm still covering her breasts--half out of modesty, and half because running was the enemy of all ample-busted women. Hopefully they'd lost their pursuers; they'd made enough turns that it had thrown her sense of direction off, and she certainly hoped Jinai knew where she was going, and had a specific whore house in mind.

And heh, finishing what they started. Now that would be a nice finale to this disaster of a night, and might be enough to make her forget her sorrow at sacrificing her lute and losing her hat. Damn woman had managed to get her all hot and bothered, even despite that horse-hung brute drooling all over her! Branwen grinned at that, glancing at Jinai's lovely chest and about to heartily agree--but then her face paled at the mention of the poison.

She had almost forgotten about that.

"Errrr, yeah, you...you do that first. Baths are good. Poison breasts, not so much. Ugh, I need to wash the man's spit off me, anyway. It's hard to feel attractive when you're covered in slime and bits of food." Then, recovering, she looked sidelong at Jinai. "Buy hey, if you need help getting to all the places you can't reach, I'm willing to lend a hand." She winked. "Literally."

OOC: lol Jinai is the worst XD

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Jinai smirked.
"Sounds fun. And don't worry. I know most of the whores at the house. They'll fix us up with something nice. Besides, one of them," (or a few) "Owe me a favor."

Too bad the whore house was on the other side of town, so tip toeing through back alleys topless, was not exactly the smartest thing for two young, pretty ladies to be doing. But they had little choice,and arms covering breasts as they walked barely kept the night chill off- but did nothing to deter the dirty, homeless men they passed from whistling-

Though they were the least of their worries, because right behind them a familiar laugh rang out.

"Ladies!"

Jinai froze dead in her tracks, eyes as wide as the tower of Uthlyn.
"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me."

"Where are you off to? Need an escort?" And turning around, Jinai cringed to witness the bloodied face smile of the half dressed, muscle bound God of War.

"So do we run or just kick him in the balls..?" Jinai asked through her teeth, though it seemed running might not have been an option, as Krah was making ground fast towards them both.

(OOC: But also the best! xDDDD)

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Angar's curly nose hair!

Branwen went stiff at that voice, that too familiar voice that she wanted to forget, and spun around to see him barreling their way. God! Why! They had almost been away from him! And how was he even still conscious after all that?!

She fought back the urge to groan in anguish and sink her face into her hand. Instead, she put on a cheery smile and waved awkwardly at him while still keeping her arms over her breasts. "Oh, haha! you found us!"

She whispered to Jinai out of the corner of her mouth, "Maybe you should let him lick your tits."

She was half serious.

Jinai cut the other woman a look before a grin stretched across her lips.
"Oh yeah. I forgot I still had poison tits." She shrugged. It seemed better plan than none, but turning now to Krah, she smirked more playfully as he approached.

"Why, we were just going to the whore house."

And at the sound of that, Krah's face light up like the rising sun (and there might have been something else also rising in his pants) but Jinai kept her eyes glued to his as she grinned like a cat.

"Sounds kinky. Suppose I owe you both a few rounds then?" he said, and gave Branwen's ass a good old slap and grab, one that made Jinai look over at the other woman with a smirk and single raised brow.

"I think I could definitely go for a few rounds. And the whore house is just around the corner, come on," she said, and looped arms with the muscled man and began to drag him off.

Branwen yelped when Krah smacked and grabbed her ass, having not expected it, but then she smiled and let out a girlish titter, batting her lashes at him and peering at him as lustfully as she could muster.

"Oooh...someone's a little frisky," she purred, and wiggled her bottom against his hand a little. Then she grinned and hooked arms with Krah's other arm, dragging him with Jinai with a little bounce in her step--which she regretted, and began to walk normally after, because it made her breasts bounce a little too much.

And when one was well endowed as she was, that was way uncomfortable. "I could use a drink myself," she agreed. "After all that back there? Why, I nearly swooned for your heroics! A ballad shall be written of this night! Of your manly first conquest!" And then, looking up at him with a wink, she added, "And the sensual conquest after!"

Krah leered the woman as they walked along, his eyes remaining hungrily upon her breasts.
"Why not have a sample here?" he asked, pausing and turning around and grabbing Branwen by the hips as he ground his cock against her to remind her what was inside his pants.

Oh God! Branwen grimaced as he ground against her, trying not to gag because he smelled even worse now! Yes, his tool was impressive, but she would have much preferred it on a cleaner man who wasn't the murderous enemy of her people, and while true, the idea of sleeping with the enemy could be quite thrilling and make for many a good ballad...she wasn't sure a filthy oaf like him would even know how to properly use it! Actually, she was fairly certain not; he'd tried to take her like a horny mutt, no finesse at all!

If anything had made the night enjoyable, it was Jinai, and she couldn't help but feel a little bitter that her lute had been broken, they hadn't managed to kill the fool, and now they weren't even going to get to enjoy the whore house properly!

With a fake squeal of girlish laughter, Branwen wriggled her way free and slapped his hands playfully. "Oh, you big silly! If you have a taste now you'll spoil your appetite for later!"

"Spoil nothing!" he said rather gruffly as he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her near again. "I don't think you've heard my legends properly..." And he leaned in real close, flashing her a toothy smile. "I can please you for days..." And without even bothering to ask, he lifted up her arms and began to bury himself into her chest.

All the while Jinai was trying to think of what to do-
seriously, if he were burying his face into her chest, this would make their job a whole lot easier...
But at this rate, even she feared the poison had all but evaporated, and she wasn'te ven sure what was left would even get him all that sick.

Oh God! His face was in her breasts! His face that had been covered in chicken grease and blood and probably drool!

Branwen flashed Jinai a look, one of abject disgust, her hands clenched into fists with the effort it took not to try to wrench free and punch him in the head. "O-oh! Oh, God!" she moaned, and it was more of a groan, but she hoped it sounded lusty. "Oh, my God of Lust! Yes!"

Staring at Jinai, she mouthed, do something!

And that's when Jinai mouthed back 'Like what!?' Krah was all over the woman, and she- out of poisons. SHe could try to get him to lick off her own boobs, but this was too... public a location for any sort of attempt at poisoning, so instead, Jinai simply cringed. No doubt, Branwen would suffer a series of hickies all over her body, most of them would be evidently spotting across her breasts. And before Jinai knew what was happening, Krah was trying to take Branwen against the wall.

Enough was enough. Just as the God of War's hands were about ready to take off Branwen's pants- Jinai's hands snaked around him and grabbed onto his cock.
"For a God of War, who would be a man of patience and strategy, I'm not really convinced of it," she purred into his ear, momentarily distracting him as the brute halted his assaults on Branwen and shivered.

"Then what would you ladies have me do?" he purred as Jinai was stroking his cock- and despite Krah's body odor from hishulking muscles slicked in sweat, his cock was turning her on. Okay, so the man had an impressive manhood, the sex would still be a vulgar thing- if he were so lucky enough to engage either of them in such a feat.

Branwen mouthed a 'thank you' to Jinai when she saved her with a well-timed cock-grab, because as much as Branwen enjoyed a good fuck...she did like her men clean. If he had been clean and didn't make her want to retch with his body odor, this could have been different! But she wondered if the man even knew what soap was and worse, he'd been trying to take her from the front! God, at least if it had been from behind she could focus on the sensations and not have to smell his breath.

Pulling her pants back up properly, Branwen tried not to look down at her chest, which felt wet, because she didn't want to know if it was from saliva, grease, sweat, or blood.

Either way, she desperately needed a bath.

Ah.

"Mmm, well I sure have an idea," Branwen said, watching Jinai distract the man. "Why don't we go to the whore house? And you can join us in a bath?"

Winking at the man, she caressed her hands over her own breasts, though really she was wiping away the grime. Ick. Definitely chicken grease. "Just imagine, all of us together, our bodies all wet and slick and writhing together, perhaps with another girl or two to help us out while you please the whole lot of us with your wonderful, godly tool..." She smiled. "How many of us can you please before the night is through?"

And surely if Jinai had more of her poisons, they could disguise it as oil.

A bath. Brilliant. Even without poisons the idea was better than this one. ANd it could also help them formulate a better plan- if there could ever be one. So with a nod and catty look, Jinai helped pop Krah's dick back into his pants as the two women were now escorting him into the whore house-
and thank the gods the woman she knew was on duty. Maudy was a whore that was making her name known from Reajh to the Coast, where she normally took up her post as the head woman running the She Sells whore house. But it was her luck she was here today, and she made an exception to get the two a bath ready- and pronto. Though she wasn't sure what girls would work for the task, for now, she lead the group up to their own private room, wher ea steaming fresh bath was waiting for them in an extra large tub. Wiht a smirk, she closed the door and said,
"Enjoy."


Enjoy. Yeah, right. But not wasting a minute, Jinai threw off her clothes and stepped into the bath, using her finger to coax Krah.
"Come and join me." And she tossed a more playful grin to Branwen. "And you too." She looked the woman over. "But be sure to get rid of those clothes." It would be silly to bathe with them on, after all- even, if she was certain, the God of war's clothing needed it.

Branwen didn't have to be told twice. She tossed off her clothes (well, breeches; everything else was back at the tavern) and sank into the hot waters with a happy sigh, not so subtly scrubbing her chest of Krah-juice. This right here? This was already a vast improvement. Maybe the stinking man would clean up well enough to make all this hassle and angst worth it!

Well...angst to her, at least. She would never stop being bitter about her lute.

With her chest cleaned up, she tossed the man a winning smile and scooted over to Jinai, snaking a hand around her waist and giving Krah a playful wink. "Better hurry up, slow-poke," she said. "Women don't need a man to enjoy themselves, after all."

Jinai's smile cut smugly across her face when Branwen made her way beside her, and she wasted no time moving the woman onto her lap as she reclined back.
"Yeah, despite what men believe, I can find more than enough satisfaction with a woman," and as she spoke, her hands began to move up Branwen's side as she leaned forward, giving the woman a smirk and an almost kiss, but stopped just when they were so conveniently close that their breasts were now lightly touching but their lips were just barely an inch apart.

Settled in the lovely woman's lap, Branwen felt this night was already improving! And when Jinai pulled her in close and their breasts brushed against each other, she smiled a wicked smile and cupped Jinai's chin with her hand. She peered into Jinai's eyes, blatantly ignoring Krah.

She liked Jinai far better, and still wished it could have just been the two of them.

"Indeed. Men often think a big cock is enough to pleasure a woman and forget the finer points!"

And then, never one to be shy, and having already gotten worked up by Jinai earlier, Branwen pressed her lips to Jinai's in a bold and searing kiss while the hand that had once been on Jinai's hip slid up along her ribs, trailing water. While her tongue tasted her lips, teasing but not entering, she slipped her hand between them to lightly caress Jinai's right breast and brush her thumb over her nipple, slow and circular.

Krah was much more clumsy with his clothing, but as he worked at removing his pants, he paused to observe the women. He gave a laugh.
"I can see that." And almost feel it too. The chemistry was there, the heat even obvious above the steam of the bath, and clumsily he splashed into the bath, but hung back to watch the show.

Branwen wasn't the only one that had gotten worked up from the day's events, and despite the bath waters, her sex was slick with heat and need. So when their lips met, her  hips arched hungrily, arms coming around the mother woman's as they smoothed down her back, feeling her soft skin,t he soft skin only a woman could afford. While men were nice, women had a certain flavor to them a man could never possess, and it was that flavor Jinai desired in that moment, as her own lips sealed back against Branwen's, her own tongue moving out, seeking hers.

Branwen moaned against Jinai's lips as she felt the woman respond so beautifully. It always felt like such a risk when she showed interest in other women; she was never sure if they were just doing it for the attention of men, or out of genuine desire. If it was the former, then it could get rather awkward fast--not to mention, it could be dangerous. But what she felt in Jinai was pure lust and reciprocity, and it both excited and emboldened her as her lips parted and her tongue danced with Jinai's.

She heard Krah enter the tub, but again she ignored him, intent on exploring as much of Jinai as she could before he interrupted.

The waters sloshed around her as she shifted off of Jinai's lap and nudged her legs apart with her knees and hands so she could kneel between them, and she pressed Jinai against the tub's side as she grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and tugged her head back. As her lips and teeth nibbled and sucked along the soft skin of her throat, her other hand ghosted over her knee and leg, then along the soft flesh of her inner thigh, before traveling even lower. With skilled, callused fingers adept at plucking an instrument, she parted the folds of Jinai's sex and slid them teasingly along her, feeling her heat as she breathed in her scent. Soon, she found her clit and began a slow, torturous strumming.

"Sing for me, lovely," she murmured against Jinai's neck, and nibbled at her ear, her breath hot against her. Ansgar, but she wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight around her fingers--but not before she was begging for it.

Her kisses were beautiful and sweet, and the taste of her tongue was immeasurably delightful as she wrestled with it for a time before Branwen moved away from her. Jinai's eyes hung low with lust, her cheeks pinked from the moment, but the shade would soon turn darker as she felt the woman explore her with skilled fingers and soon, the woman was aching. The fire's from her sex made her quiver, and the woman wouldn't have to ask her to beg or sing because her eyes rolled back as she released a deep throated moan.

"By the Gods," and she had to tuck back her lips to keep herself from singing Branwen's name. Would it be too dangerous for him to know their true names? Or had they already said them enough already? She couldn't remember, for her eyes were nearly to her brains as she was writhing in pleasure. Those fingers... the instruments she must practice on were lucky. And she'd have to remember this woman next time she had such cravings, for a good fuck was hard to find, be it a man, or a woman. And she wasn't normally so picky, but having been so experimental and open over the years allowed to make a mental note of just who was good enough in bed, and who was not. So far... Branwen was definitely someone she'd seek out for this sort of rapture.

And though her hips wanted to arch forward and accept those deflty moving fingers even deeper, she knew, as she bite into her lower lip and squirmed, that if the woman was that good, she might not even have to... But by Angsar's name did she want those fingers crammed all the way deep inside.

As tactless as Krah was, he wasn't about to ruin a beautiful thing as this as he leaned back, his hard on nearly poking out from the waters in it's eagerness, and his eyes shined with a dangerous sort of lust that could fuel even the fire's of hell. Damn, was this ever hot!

Ansgar, if only the water wasn't in the way! For as Jinai moaned arched so beautifully against her, she wanted nothing more in that moment than to throw her legs over her shoulders and taste her properly--for there was no better view than that of a woman splayed out before her, helpless beneath her tongue. If she was lucky, this little sample would have Jinai coming back for more. Men were easy to come by, but ladies? They were harder to find, so when she found one, she was loath to let them go.

Thankfully, Krah was being polite about this--then again, they were giving him a rather good show. Maybe he could learn from this!

With her breath coming quicker against Jinai's skin, her own sex slick with lust and need, Branwen's fingers quickened as she felt Jinai's desire building, hoping to help her along. She sucked on the skin of her throat, intent on marking her, and then pressed another searing kiss to her mouth and nipped at her bottom lip. She had noticed the way Jinai was holding back, trying to keep quiet even as she squirmed, and she was determined to fix that.

"Aw, don't do that," she murmured against her. "I want to hear your pretty voice when I fuck you."

Branwen's other hand moved along Jinai's leg and hooked her under the knee, spreading her wider for her, because a moment later and she slid her slender fingers down to swirl against Jinai's sex, teasing entry, and then going back to stroking her. She did that once, twice, hoping to build up anticipation, but on the third time she thrust two fingers into her and curved them forward, hoping to angle herself against that hidden spot that drove women wild as she began a quick, hard pounding.

Mark her, kiss her, bite her, fuck her- Jinai was game for it all. And this sort of play was driving her mad. Even through the waters her sex was becoming soaking wet as her breath became more shallow. One hand clutched onto the rim of the bath, giving her a firm hold as she writhed, while fingers found their way to the back of Branwen's head and gripped onto her long, dark hair.

This woman was a God and knew just all the right places- then again, most women were attune to their own bodies, and it was hard to hide those secrets from your own sex. So when her fingers teased her, Jinai's lips fell open, breath hitching each time as she gasped when she'd pull away, only to go back to teasing her. But when penetration was finally made, there was no holding back. Jinai was screaming now, deep and curdled as she bucked, water splashing all around them  as her hand nearly tore at Branwen's hair, the other hand now gripping the tub so tight her knuckles were turning white.

And as her fingers pounded into her, each thrust elicited a sharp cry, the growing ecstasy obvious in the way she breathed, in the way she now slid her hand down to rest on the small of Branwen's back and clung to her, her hips meeting with Branwen's fingers to help sink them deeper and deeper with each fuck.

Jinai's cries were about all Krah needed. This was too much for him to bear, and though he could stroke himself until hot seed spewed into the tub, he was playing with two women- why not make good use of 'em? He moved forward so he was on his knees, sloshing through the waters that Jinai was already rocking as she was finger fucked. And as Branwen went to work, so did Krah.

Placing his hands on her hips, he moved over her, his dick hard and eager, throbbing as he moved to make entry but instead of taking her in one solid move, he began to rub his dick along her moistened sex, feeling across her sensitive folds and before Branwen knew what was happening, Krah was fucking her like a dog, balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her good and deep. Gods was she ever hot, fitting around him like a hot, velvet glove.

Ow! Branwen winced when Jinai yanked at her hair, but was just as quickly distracted from the pain by the splendid sight before her: Jinai, flushed and writhing with passion, singing her pleasure as she bucked in time to her thrusts. God, she was a sight, and she made such pretty sounds, and though Branwen delighted in hearing them, her open lips, swollen from kissing, were begging for more.

And so she leaned in to capture her mouth and slide their tongues together even as she slipped a third finger inside her.

Fuck, she felt amazing, and tasted like magic.

Breaking their kiss, Branwen adjusted enough so she could dip her head down and kiss the swell of Jinai's breasts, running her tongue along the skin to taste water and salt. She had just swirled her tongue around a pert nipple before drawing it into her mouth when she heard the water slosh behind her.

And then she felt hands on her hips, and the press of a hard cock against her sex. A shudder ran through Branwen, her moan muffled against Jinai's breast, as Krah slid teasingly against her, and she pressed back against him in encouragement. God, she didn't care at this point. She didn't care if he was the enemy. She didn't even have to see him from this position. She could pretend he was anyone. But God, she was so worked up at this point, she just needed this, needed to be fucked and she didn't care by who.

She soon got her wish.

Krah thrust inside her, and Branwen released Jinai's nipple with a sharp cry, head thrown back. "F-fuck!" He was fucking huge! Branwen had had her share of men and women over the years, but he was larger than she was used to, stretching her almost to the point of pain before he began to move, and initial discomfort soon gave way to pleasure.

Crying out, she pressed her face against Jinai's shoulder and kept her wrist moving, her own thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, moving in time to the pounding that rocked her body. Her breath came out hot against Jinai's neck, her eyes clenched shut, and her sex clenching Krah as he worked inside her. "Oh God...oh fuck...!" she whimpered, hips rolling back against Krah.

The trio were a writhing mess, the women, both obviously on fire; as Krah now moved to sample them both. With his dick filling up Branwen, he leaned forward, strong chest against her back as his hand smoothed down her wrist and when Branwen had managed to fit three of her fingers into Jinai, Krah flawlessly had a few of his join hers as well, and coaxed a forth finger in there and his hands tasted the softness of Jinai's sex, and could feel the slickness of her need as his fingers moved around with Branwen's to cram as tightly into the blonde haired woman.

And Jinai was in heaven. She tossed her head back, arching back as she desperately tried to get her legs as open as possible, one leg now hitched over the side of the bath as she panted, her entire face going red as she bounced along upon their fingers, and made more waters splash out wildly from the tub. Gods, with Branwen's lips all over her chest and both their fingers inside her.... She was soon crying out in ecstasy, as she drew out a long and and agonizing orgasm off of them both.


It was almost too much for the God of war. With his dick in one woman, fingers in the other, he kept fucking Branwen possessively, slamming in as deeply as he could go, hot lips and teeth finding her shoulder and neck, before making his way up so the scruff of his beard scratched at her face before teeth and lips now found her ear as he moaned hot breaths against her.

But their fun was far from over as Jinai turned over on her knees like a dog, and coaxed Branwen to do the same, so now their bodies were flushed. Krah was already doing this, and found himself surprised when Jinai guided his cock outside of Branwen's hot sex and was now smoothing across the softness of Jinai's hand as the top of his dick now glided across Branwen's slick sex, and was poking at the entrance of Jinai's.

The reality he was stroking two women wtih his cock made him almost cum as he buried his lips against Branwen's shoulder and sunk his teeth sharply into it, drawing blood.

God, it was too much, and so damned intense. With Krah slamming roughly inside her, and a beautiful woman writhing beneath her, Branwen was beside herself. She cried out loudly, almost a scream, as each hard thrust brought her closer and closer to release, and she rocked back against Krah to meet him and prayed he'd never stop because oh God, to be taken like this, to be pleasured while pleasuring another...it was unbelievable.

And soon she felt her peak fast approaching, her moans and cries growing louder, more frantic, as Krah's lips and teeth worked at her neck and shoulder, and then her ear, drawing a shudder from her. "Oh God, oh God...!" she panted, body tensing as she got so close, aided by Jinai's scream and the sensation of her spasming around her--gods, she was even prettier as she came--and then--

Well, and then Krah pulled out of her, and Branwen whimpered in frustration. She had been so close!

But then Jinai turned over onto her knees, while Branwen remained on hers, and when she felt Krah's cock gliding over her, she suddenly understood her intent, and her disappointment ebbed.

Reaching beneath Jinai with one hand, she grasped one breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers, her own breasts pressed against Jinai's back, and her mouth pressing hot kisses to her shoulders and the back of her neck. Her breath came out warm against her skin, her hips squirming as Krah stroked them both, and then she let out a sharp yelp and jerked in surprise when the man bit her hard, but she was so lost in pleasure it felt almost good--and she didn't notice that she was bleeding.

"Nngh, not so hard..." she gasped out, and bit her lip, finding this pace tortuous.

And a bit of a wasted opportunity.

Turning her head, Branwen tossed a lusty over-the-shoulder look Krah's wasy. "You should fuck us both," she whispered huskily, and reached around to grasp Krah's cock. She slid him along the both of them for a moment, biting her lip in anticipation, and then guided him back inside her and whimpered as he filled her. But then, before he could thrust inside her again, she slipped him out and pressed him against Jinai's sex, coaxing him inside her, hoping he caught on to her idea.

And caught on quickly he did; fucking two women at once made him go over the top, and as he slid from Branwen's hot, soaking wet pussy into Jinai's and then back into Branwen's again, hot cum was flying everywhere. But he was hardly over. Despite his seed going just about everywhere, he was still moving and continuing their fun, inserting into Jinain now, emptying the remains of his cum into her, then going back to Branwen as he moaned.

It was all too much for Branwen to handle. It was so lewd, so scandalous, so hot that before she knew it, she was right back at the edge again, and when Krah thrust back into her after taking Jinai--God, it was exactly what she needed.

Branwen screamed her pleasure, grinding her hips into Jinai's back and clutching at the woman's breasts as she came with a shudder, her sex clamping around Krah's cock. She whimpered, panting out ragged breaths, and slid one hand down over Jinai's belly and between her legs to stroke at her clit. God, this was amazing--and for the moment, at least, she could forget just whose cock was inside her drawing out these sensations.

While the others were screaming, Jinai soon joined them too, and the scream intensified when Branwen stroked her clit. And with all of them at their peaks and spent, the trio was now in a pile of sweat and sex. And Jinai just reveled in it.

It was scandalous, but it was great, and her body ached from the pleasure and exhaustion of the wild desire to fuck. She could die happy after that. Damn, it was good. But before she knew what was going on, someone was kissing her shoulder- and at the moment- she didn't even care who.

It was Branwen, who, collapsed against Jinai, was trailing lazy kisses over her skin. "Mm...goddamn, that was good," she huskily said, smiling like a cat that got the canary. She supposed all that wild rutting had kind of defeated the purpose of the bath--the water sure wasn't clean after all that--but she couldn't be assed to care.

Lifting herself off of Jinai, she readjusted herself so she was sitting in the tub instead of laying atop the other woman. Fun as that was, her knees were starting to get sore; the tub wasn't soft! "God. Well. I don't know about you all," she said, trailing a hand absently over Jinai's bottom and giving it a playful pinch before slipping her hand between her legs once more, "but I've still got the energy for more."

And then she grinned at Krah as she once again took to playing with Jinai's clit, hoping to keep her interest. "What about you, fella?"

Krah appeared as haggard as the women, his body glistening in sweat and his hair damp and slicked in rough curls about his face and neck. He was breathing heavy, muscular chest rising and falling. And at Branwen's comment, his lips parted, revealing a toothy smile.

"Of course," he said, lounging back some and adjusting himself as he swiped some hair from his face. "Just wait for my dick to get back up." And his eyes lingered to where Branwen's hands played. "If you keep that up, it won't be long."

And Jinai, now flushed, groaned in reply as she shivered and let her eyes fall closed.
"Y-yeah.. keep that up and it won't be long," she spoke, then released a long sigh through closed lips. Her fingers felt so good, and despite being content from their first round, the women was soon burning and quivering with the need and desire to fuck again.

Branwen flashed both a sly grin, and continued to play with Jinai just a moment longer, sliding two fingers in long, languid motions over her clit and further back, to her still wet sex, enough to keep the embers stoked--but not enough to sate her desire. She repeated the motion a few times and, on the final one, dipped her fingers briefly inside Jinai.

And then she pulled back abruptly and flipped her wet hair over her shoulder. "Well! This was fun! But the water's gotten awfully cold!"

With a teasing grin at both of them, she rose to her feet and sloshed on out of the tub, dripping water as she went.

By the time her fingers dipped into the other woman, Krah's cock was so hard it could break diamond. So when the woman went to leave, a strong hand snapped out and latched onto her ankle.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, pulling her suddenly onto his lap. "Teasing a God will only get you fucked harder," he growled, nipping at her neck with hot breath and fondling her breasts roughly.

...Eugh. His body smelled better now, but his breath was still rank! Branwen shifted a little so her back was to his chest and her legs were straddling him, making it easier for her to avoid his breath--and enjoy other parts of him that she'd learned were quite fun! Really, he was an attractive man. His hygiene could use improvement, and the part where he was the enemy could use...a lot of improvement, but in the here and the now? Well, she was fine fucking him. They could worry about getting information when they'd tuckered him out, she supposed.

God. They were terrible spies.

"Nngh...well...maybe that's why I tried to run," Branwen got out, moaning as his rough hands soon had her nipples hard--and her sex quite wet. She trailed a hand down to his cock and grasped it in her hand, pumping it slowly to keep him hard and wanting before she lifted her hips and rocked against him. With her hand still on him, she slid him between the lips of her sex, back and forth, teasing him but not taking him.

"Maybe I should tease you more."

Krah released a breath, his eyes becoming half lidded.
"Do me as you like," he growled against her neck, nipping at it playfully as his hands continued to hungrily devour her breasts. And as she teased his cock against her wet entry, his hips lightly rocked in hopes to taste a little more.

And Branwen pointedly denied him that taste, lifting her hips as he rocked his so he couldn't enter. "You may regret those words," she said with a teasing over-the-shoulder wink, though it didn't come across as cocky as intended. His hands and cock were having an effect on her, making her breath come out in short bursts as she slid herself along him, grinding their bodies together.

Krah grunted out what sounded like a laugh against her ear.
"You aimin' to tease me?" he said, his large hand moving down to stroke at her clit, and to let his fingers have a taste of her soaking wet pussy.

Oh God. Who was teasing who here, now?

Branwen tossed her head back and bit her bottom lip as his fingers found her clit, her breath hitching and body trembling, and it was too much. She had intended to tease him, but fine, she would just have to break first, and he could have this "victory". Which was really a victory for both of them!

Turning around in his lap to face him, she rocked her hips as she nestled his cock into position and, gripping at his hips, slid down onto him, inch by slow inch, a low moan of enjoyment escaping her as she she took him until her ass met his hips. "I was," she breathed as she began to rock on him, back and forth, arching her spine so he'd hit all the right places. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming out in fast pants. "But I think I just ended up teasing myself!"

Krah let out a grunt and a moaned combined when he finally made entry, and shivered as she began to rock her hips. She was soaking wet, and felt so hot, tight and soft all around his shaft. His eyes were half lidded when he replied, "It's not your fault. There's just so much of me to enjoy," he seemed to purr, breath hot against her ear as his lips worked down her neck before becoming buried in her chest as he kissed and sucked and lapped at them, enjoying the taste and smell of her flesh, sweat and all. And all the while his finger still stroked her, still tasting just a little bit of that wetness she produced as they fucked.

"A-ah, indeed, there is!" Branwen gasped out as she rode him, grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase. She knew she wasn't going to last long at this rate, between his cock thrusting inside her, his mouth teasing her breasts, and his fingers working her clit. She tossed her head back and cried out, her dark, wet hair falling about her shoulders, and she dug her nails into his own shoulders to hold on.

"I should love to tie you up and have my way with you," she moaned as she took to grinding on him then, slowing her pace to make it last. She leaned in and nipped at his ear. "Mm, big man like you, helpless beneath me? There is nothing I love more..."

Krah stared back at her through half lids as he flashed her a toothy grin. Lust was shimmering in his eyes as he continued to move into her.
"I'd like to see you try," he growled, before taking another mouthful of her skin, sucking down her shoulder, her neck, as his large hands grabbed her breasts and fingers teased her nipples. But then he went back to fondling her clit, and was slamming into her so deep his balls slapped against her.

"Gods are not so easily kept," he purred and turned her around, and began to fuck her like a dog, not even realizing Jinai had disappeared...

When Krah flipped her over onto her hands and knees, Branwen, did notice Jinai's absence--and her heart leaped. Was she doing what she thought she was? Maybe she'd picked up the subtle hint when Branwen had gone on about tying Krah up--which, unfortunately, hadn't worked to lure him into that trap. Her eyes darted around, looking for a sign of her, but a second later and she realized that if she noticed, Krah might, too.

Though he currently seemed too distracted by her to notice Jinai!

Better keep him distracted!

"Oh God!" Branwen cried out, grabbing onto the edge of the tub and rocking back against Krah, timing her rocking with his thrusts. At least she didn't have to fake her passion! That was all real. "I'll try later! Right now, just fuck me! Please, my God of sex! Don't hold back!"

Krah's lips split open to reveal a toothy grin. His brown hair was a mess about his face, and he chuckled at her and told her lowly, "As you wish."
And he grabbed onto her hips, hefted her up nearly clean out of the tub and began to thrust into her as deep and far as he could go, and each thrust into her he used as much power as he could, and the sensations of pleasure were clearly written on his face as his eyes fluttered closed and he continued to pound her.

Branwen was soon sobbing with pleasure as Krah pounded her, her eyes fluttering closed even though she knew she should prooobably be keeping an eye out for Jinai. But hey! She was doing her job here, right? Keeping Krah busy and distracted?

Yes. That's exactly what this was.

"Oh God, you feel amazing!" she gasped out, reaching down between her legs to rub her clit, to quicken her budding orgasm. If Jinai was going to do anything crazy, she at least wanted to get off once more before she did! This one was building up magnificently, Krah hitting just the right spot, and she was so damned close it was almost painful.

Yup.

Worst. Spy. Ever.

She couldn't deny this was definitely one of the more fun missions she enjoyed. But who didn't enjoy getting laid? But they had a job to do- and as much as she could do this all night (but really... she could!) she knew how many people had suffered at this man's hand. And to think- he was nothing but a mercenary!

She was trying hard to be discrete, but after a while she stopped caring. Branwen and Krah were making so much noise it drowned her out anyway. That made her smirk- but she was soon beginning to sweat as she realize, she was right-
She was out of poisons.

Swearing between her teeth, she began to look around the room for something- anything that would do. Fumbling around, it was only then she noticed a loose rope beneath the bed. Dropping to the floor, she reached under and pulled it out. And a wicked grin spread across her lips.

Krah had tied them up before- but surely... It was the 'God's' turn to be punished! Turning around, she remained int he background, just watching Branwen have some fun. Though watching lead her to desiring to join- and for a woman like Jinai? It was pretty damn hard for her not to want to jump right in.

By the look on her 'friend's' face, she knew she was close to finishing. So with a grin, she let the pair finish their fuck.


Well, at least the God of War was good for something. Though he sounded like some sort of wild animal as he thrust himself into the dark haired woman, over and over again.

The sounds Krah made were rather off-putting, but Branwen could ignore a lot of his off-putting traits when he was working her like this--and in this position, at least, she couldn't see his face.

And was thus free to imagine whatever she wanted to imagine.

Or whoever, rather.

And so she imagined him as an older soldier she'd once bedded in an Uthlyn tavern, who was strong and ruggedly handsome and had been so damned chivalrous. And goodness, but he had known his way around a woman's body! He had been, without a doubt, one of the best fucks she'd had, though his cock had been a bit smaller than Krah's. Combine the two of them, though, as she was in her fantasy, and it was perfect.

Crying out in pleasure as he slammed into her, so hard it was almost painful, her moans breathless pants, she rocked back urgently against Krah and worked her finger quicker, her eyes closed in passion, her body tense. She had given up on trying to form words at this point as all she could focus on was the pleasure building and building within her until--

"F-fuck!"

She came hard, shuddering and clenching around him as warmth and pleasure flooded her body, leaving her trembling uncontrollably.

Just before they reached their peak, and Krah was cumming so hard it spilled out of Branwen and gushed down her leg, Jinai had slipped into Krah's shirt and disappeared out the window. She had seen the city guards coming, and with her face far too recognizable by their likes, she wasn't safe sticking around. She didn't even bother to give Branwen any sort of look, just left. She seemed to be doing okay anyway...

And well, it wasn't her fault they chose the same mark. Might as well let the other woman have it! And as she finished climbing down the side of the building, she couldn't help but smirk to hear Branwen scream. She'd have to pay Branwen back next time they met....
And without a second thought, Jinai disappeared into the night.


Krah shivered over Branwen. She had taken so much of his cum he felt his chest swell proudly. Leaning forward, he gave her a sloppy kiss on her cheek before returning to an exhausted heap.

"Gods woman, do you know how to ride," he purred, looking very much like the cat who got into the cream.

Branwen leaned back against Krah, panting heavily and thoroughly sated. He wasn't a terrible lay, though she wouldn't fuck him again. He was definitely one of those men, she decided, that thought a big cock could substitute for any other sorts of skills. Not to mention hygiene...

"Mmm, yeah," she sleepily agreed, though she was also listening intently. Where was Jinai? Was she even still around? Anytime, woman! She could really use her poisons now, while Krah was sleepy and content!

"Lutes aren't the only thing this bard knows how to play, after all!"

Krah's smile broadened as he chuckled lightly.
"I guess you can add this to your repertoire. It's not everyday one gets to fuck a God."

"A living God," Branwen breathed, though she was really starting to worry now. Had the woman up and ditched her?! Seriously?! Maybe she'd passed out in the bed...?

"That is certainly a first for me, and it'll make for a good, bawdy song--based on real life events! Tell me, what's it like to be a God?"

Krah's grin was as big as his ego, and he lowered his eye lashes as he glanced down at her.
"It's great," he gave a chuckle and stole a kiss. "Powerful.. invincible... to think, I just snap my fingers and whole towns crumble." His eyes danced at the idea. "But you should tell me..." he went on, his grin still stretching wide as his fingers traced up her arm. "How does it feel like to be fucked by a God?"

"Heavenly," Branwen purred, even while her heart raced with the growing realization that she might very well be alone here. Dear God, if Jinai really had ditched her, she was going to throttle the woman when she found her again!

"Quite literally, for I swear at points I was seeing stars, and if you stopped I might have died. Your strength, your power, your tool--" And at that, she reached into the water to give him a playful grope, smiling her best wicked smile. "It's not of this world. Tell me, Krah, from which pantheon do you originate?"

"The pantheon of pleasure," he assured her, giving her a smug grin as he leaned over her to steal a kiss. "And if you stick around long enough, I can show you a couple rounds of what we just had."

"And you are the creator god all the others come from, are you not? The one to which no other can compare!" Branwen said, for flattery seemed to work well on the dolt.

She grinned at him and leaned in for another kiss, even as she bit back a cringe, for his breath was rank. Then she rose to her feet, water running off her body, and wrung out her hair. "Ah! I fear the water is getting chilly! Why don't we leave the tub and you can tell this interested potential convert all about your pantheon and its tenets, and about all your amazing feats! I should certainly love to hear about them, so that I might immortalize them in song, to create some hymns for your church."

Krah admired her body as she stepped out of the bath.
"I dunno, it sounded like you sung really good hymns last night."

"Ah, but I am only one woman! These hymns will be sung to the masses!" Branwen said as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder. With a backwards glance at him and a sly smile, she turned and started to head back into the main room, trailing water as she walked--

And had to bite back a slew of curses when she saw that, indeed, Jinai had left.

Krah appreciated her form and it was only then he too, realized...
"Where's the blonde?"

"Er..." Shit. Shit! Oh shit, this was bad.

Thinking fast, she turned around to face Krah with a beaming smile, twirling a finger through her long hair. She popped her hip out and trailed her other hand between her breasts and down her belly. "Guess she just couldn't handle you like I can."

Krah looked left, then right, before sitting up some.
Then he turned to Branwen with a grin.
"Think she went to get more booze? I could go for another beer."
And sex.
But then again, he had an enormous appetite for both.

"Beer! Yeah! Maybe she went to go get more beer!" Branwen quickly said, and then smiled brightly as though she'd just had a great idea.

"Say, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. Why don't you just wait right here, big boy," she said, leaning into him so she could trail a hand down his belly and pause right when she reached the dense hair around his crotch, "and I'll go fetch us another round."

Krah looked at her through lustfilled eyes.
"But didn't you just say that's what your friend was up to?" he growled, hooking an arm firmly around her waist as he moved in to have a taste of her breasts.

Branwen squirmed and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, biting back a groan that was half pleasure, half sheer disappointment. Jinai had totally ditched her! And fun as this romp was, she didn't want to be left here to try to explain the situation to a madman! This night had already gone...not nearly as smoothly as it could have. And she'd still gotten squat out of Krah.

It seemed the only thing he wanted to talk about was sex! He was useless as far as information went! Too much of a one-track mind! And he was too full of energy--most men tired after the sort of romp they'd had, but he was still rarin' to go! Argh!

"Uh...well...y'know, if she'd getting us all beer, she might need an extra hand. That's a lot for one girl to carry, heh!"

Krah laughed at that, his lips vibrating against her nipple, which he had been nibbling and sucking on until it was dark red, nearly purple.
"If she needed the help she shouldn't have gone alone," he went on, moaning as he moved slobbery kisses up along her throat, and began to suck at the skin there as well. ANd once he made his mark there, he moved to make another one. She might look like a leper by the time he was done with her. And a hand moved to smooth down her thigh, then up over her hips and down her lower belly to where it slipped between her legs and played with the moisture that was congregated at the entrance of her sex, and just rolled his thumb over her clit- nice, with purpose, and slow.

"Besides, we had our three some. I don't mind giving all my attention to you." He was up by her ear now, sucking and nibbling at her skin. And when he spoke, it was hot and across her ear.

"Gods... we made you soaking wet," he moaned, and slipped a few fingers into her while still working at her clit.

Siiiiiigh.

Well.

Damn.

...She supposed she was just going to have to fuck him again. What a travesty.

He might not have the best hygiene in the world, but if there was one thing Branwen had learned, it was that he did, at least, live up to his bedroom reputation. And if she was going to fail as the worst spy in the history of ever, then she could at least get a few orgasms out of the deal. Because as his lips sucked and teased, and as his hand roamed over her as settled at her sex--well, whatever resistance she'd been putting up faltered considerably.

Branwen let out a hot moan and threw resistance out the door as she pressed against him fully at last, hips bucking into his hand and hands clinging to his shoulders in case her knees gave out. Which they almost did when he slipped his fingers inside her. She gasped and dug her nails in, leaving marks as she clawed for purchase as her legs trembled under his assault. Oh fuck. The bastard!

"Bed. Now," she moaned, and reached a hand down to grasp his thick cock, stroking it and letting out a needy whimper.