"Drinks on me tonight, boys!" Faris, cheeks flushed with ale, announced to the busy tavern as she hopped from a chair to the bar counter, waving her mug about and sloshing the foaming drink all over herself and anyone unlucky enough to be below her. "Ya hear that, barkeep? Keep the rounds coming! More rounds for everyone!"
"Faris, get down! You're gonna break your fool neck," one of her fellow guardsmen hissed, tugging at her kilt, but she just pranced away across the counter, hopping around peoples' drinks--and kicking over a fair few (mostly empty, thank goodness) since she wasn't nearly as graceful right now as she thought she was.
"I'll get down when I break my neck, but my neck's not broke yet!" she said with a laugh, and took another swallow of ale--and knocking over another mug of booze. The man cursed a protest, and she just shoved her mug of ale under his nose and pat his head. "Don't worry, didn't ya hear? I got you covered, man! Don't worry! Hey! Barkeep! Bring this fella a drink, you hear--ah!"
She yelped and flailed when that same guardsman grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down from the bar. "Faris, you're drunk."
"Naaaaaw."
"You're totally wasted. You ordered rounds for the entire house."
"Yeah, I know," Faris said, trying to wriggle free.
"You can't afford that!"
"Hey, hey, don't tell me how to live my life!" And Faris ducked out of his arms, pat his cheek, and skipped away to hop back up onto a chair--that swayed precariously as she stood atop it.
"Who's up for some gambling?!" she called, and her friend sank his face into his hand with a loud groan.
That was usually how she tried to pay for things when she got like this.
And it never ended well.
"Fine, fine, you do you," he said with a sigh as he rose to his feet and gave her a wave. "Don't call me when you wind up in an alley in your smallclothes again with stuff drawn all over your face." And with that said, he slipped out into the night. Most of the rest of the tavern was full of her fellow guardsmen, as well. She'd be fine, as she always was. But he didn't like to stick around because the secondhand embarrassment was too strong.
Elaros was also a patron of this bar, and it was from a secluded booth, nestled between two belly dancers and table adorned with wines and other, slightly less legal things, and while he wasn't a member of the guard, this wasn't the first time he'd seen this woman. It seemed that like him, she was someone who frequented taverns, much like him.
He'd have been lying if he said his last encounter with her had left an impression. So, after watchig her run up a bar tab that was more on his level than anything else, he decided why not join her for a game?
He looked to his dancers, and he gave them curt nods. He gave one a squeeze and a kiss and srood from the table.
"You girls can have the rest," he said, and he raised his hand, which held a black top hat.
He was dressed a bit differently today, pretty much wearing a dark buttoned suit with gold accents to match his scales, and he had one of his favorite accessories with him, a cane topped with a large gem as a handle. The cane was ebony wood, and the handle was made of solid topaz.
"I will take you up on that offer," Elaros said, giving her a grin.
"Aw, yes!" Faris crowed when she heard someone take her up on that, and she turned on her rickety chair to look for the source of that voice. Which...seemed to be a talking kaadir? No, lizardman person?
Damn, maybe she'd drank more than she realized.
Whatever! Kaadir-lizard-man was dressed awfully fancy so that meant money and she needed money!
"Yeah, yeah, over here!" she called, waving him to her table before she plopped down onto her butt into the chair, finally. "Want cards or dice or what?"
Elaros gave her a slight bow of his head as he sat down across from her, placing his hat on his head and keeping his cane held up via his tail.
He gave her a cursory examination just to ascertain her level of drunkennes (from his experience, he'd say with confidence that she was pretty shitfaced), and then spoke.
"Liar's Dice is my game of choice," Elaros said.
"Done!" Faris said, and reached down her shirt to pull out a small bag of dice.
Hey, the breast band she wore was good for more than keeping everything bound down. It also made for good storage.
She dumped the dice out onto the table. "What's your wager, eh?"
Elaros gave Faris a smirk at that, and he picked up the nearest empty tankard, putting six dice in it. He flagged down a passing wench, and ordered a round of drinks for him and his new gambling partner.
"My wager..." He started, and glanced around, until his eyes finally fell back on her. He put a hand on his chin, claws tracing his handsome, yet foreign features.
"Is that if you win, I will pay your tab," Elaros said.
"What's yours?"
"Hot damn, I like you," Faris said with a wide grin, because yeah she was wasted, but she also knew she wouldn't be able to afford the tab she was racking up.
But knowing that didn't stop her. Because she was past the point of good decisions.
"If you win...psssssh, I'll do whatever you want so long as you still pay my goddamn tab, how's that sound?"
Elaros gave Faris a look of consideration, before finally, he nodded.
"Yes, that seems agreeable," Elaros said, and he unbuttoned the top layer of his suit, setting against his seat back. She'd be able to see more of his physique, now, as beneath he wore a waistcoat and a sheer, form-fitting silk shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows.
Even if she lost, he would've paid her tab regardless.
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" he said, and he extended a hand across the table for her to shake.
Hah! Great! So even if she lost, she won! Ah, yes, she was a genius, she'd stacked the metaphorical deck entirely in her favor!
With a wide grin, Faris dropped her own dice into the mug she just drained, then clasped his hand in hers. "Name's Faris," she said. "It's a pleasure, mister uh...what'syername?"
"Faris," he repeated, and he gave her a warm smile.
"My name is Elaros. Charmed to meet you," he said.
He looked back down at his dice, and gave his tankard a tiny shake.
"Shall we?"
"Alrighty, Elaros, you're on!" Faris said, giving her dice a shake before turning her tankard over onto the table.
She peeked beneath it. Two 6s, one 1, three 3s.
Elaros smirked, and he rolled his dice, turning the tankard over and lifting it just a tad so he could see.
three 6s, one five, two 2s.
Elaros looked thoughtful for a few moments, and then spoke up.
"I'm going to say... two 2s."
[Loool Rhi has never played this before so... *furiously looks up tutorials* >___>]
Faris was way too drunk for logic, and as their rounds came by, she took up a tankard and took a gulp.
"Uhhhh...three 1s."
[Lol I barely remember the rules myself. Especially since there's like a bajillion versions! I was assuming that we're playing the version where people can call whatever number and die they like (as long as the number of dice/die number increases every time), and there has to be at least that many on the table for them to win if they're called liar.]
Elaros looked at Faris, and after a few moments, he spoke.
"Three ones? Liar."
...Well, shit.
Though hey, she was still technically winning, too! Even if she'd lost!
With a soft curse, Faris lifted her cup, revealing her single 1.
Elaros lifted his cup, revealing that he had zero 1s.
"Looks like you lose a die, Faris," Elaros said.
Faris pushed a die away, banishing it to a corner of the table, then plunked her dice back into the tankard, shook it, and turned it over.
One 4, one 6, one 5, and three 2s.
"Hey, I've still got five more chances here! Hope you got enough money!"
Elaros chuckled, and shook again.
Two 4s, a 6, two 1s, and a 2.
"Believe me, I have enough," Elaros said.
"Three 2s."
"Three 6s! Man, I guess you'd better, to be dressed like that. Hey, mind if I ask what the hell you are, anyway?" Faris blurted, too drunk to realize that was rude.
Three sixes?
Elaros looked at Faris for a bit, glanced down at his cup, and then looked back up to her.
"I'm a Drakkonan. We live past the Kishahn, at the southernmost tip of the continent," Elaros said, and he drank from his tankard.
"Four sixes."
"Ohhhh. Hahaha, yeah, when I first saw you I was all confused, thought ya were a kaadir with clothes and was like...whaaat? Hahaa," Faris laughed, still nursing her drink--but not for much longer. She finished it in a large gulp, eyed the table, and squinted.
"Five 6s."
"Liar."
Elaros lifted his cup, revealing his single six.
"I hope you have four sixes beneath your cup."
"Oh, you betcha."
Faris lifted her cup with a bright grin--
That promptly faltered as she let out a colorful series of curses as she revealed her single 6.
"I thought I had more!"
Yeah. Way too drunk for this.
Elaros raised an eye-ridge at her confidence, but when the truth was revealed, he couldn't help but to smile a bit.
She was definitely too drunk to play this game.
"So, you're a guardswoman? I commend your fortitude, you don't see many women in that profession."
"Yeah, my family's all military, y'know. Didn't think it was fair all the boys got to do it and I was just s'pposed to marry and pop out babies, so I went nope and stuck it to 'em!" Faris said as she shook her dice to go to round three.
Two 2s, one 3, one 4.
"It's hard, but lotsa girls do it. Ya just can't hardly tell 'em apart from the guys."
"True. Everybody looks the same beneath the armor, I suppose."
Elaeros rolled, and peeked under his cup.
A 6, a 1, three 5s, and one 3
"Hrmm... One 3."
He took a swig.
"I shall consider myself fortunate, then. Yours is a face far too pretty to hide behind a helmet all day."
"Pfffft. Was that sincerity or flirting?" Faris said as she peeked under her cup again, having already forgotten what she had.
"Uhhhh...two 3s."
"Why can't it be both?" Elaros said.
He glanced down at his dice.
"One 4."
Shit. She forgot what she had yet again. How many tankards had she tossed back again? Faris blinked at Elaros, peeked under her cup again, and then looked back up.
"Two 3s?" she said, forgetting that had already been wagered.
"You already said that," Elaros commented, looking up at her.
"Oh, uhhh...four 3s?"
"Liar," Elaros stated plainly. He was grinning a bit now, amused by her antics.
"Do you have anywhere to go tonight?" Elaros asked.
With a sullen sigh, Faris raised her cup to show that, indeed, she was lying.
She flicked away the extra die, now down to three, and shook them in her cup.
"I've got a home," she slurred and shrugged. Which was true. She still lived with her parents, as was tradition until she wed. Not that she was very keen on tradition, but it saved her money at the least. "But I don't got anywhere to be, if that's whatcha mean!"
"Yes, that's what I meant," Elaros said. He shook his cup, and put it down. He raised his eyebrows a bit.
Four sixes, a four, and a one.
He waved the waitress back over, and secured some more drinks for them. Elaros himself was pretty tipsy, but his reptilian features betrayed very little.
"Do you come to this tavern often?"
Faris eyed her own dice.
Three twos. Huh!
"One 2," she wagered, taking a sip of ale. "And yeah, this place is like my second home! 'Cept I don't want it to be. I try to be good but bad feels good, so what's a gal to do, eh?"
Elaros looked over to Faris, and he smiled lightly.
"It certainly does. I'm a bit of a partyer myself," Elaros said, and he took a gulp of ale. He set the tankard back down, and grinned, fangs showing through his lips.
"Four sixes."
"Liar!" Faris proudly exclaimed, slamming both palms on the table and pointing at Elaros. There was no way he had that many sixes! Since she had none!
Elaros let out a sigh, but something about his eyes betrayed something else. He lifted his cup, revealing his four sixes. He chuckled a bit to himself.
"So terribly sorry to disappoint," Elaros said.
Faris wilted, sliding back down into her seat with a defeated look. She let out a sigh, shoulders slouching, and flicked away another dice.
"There even any point in doin' another round?"
"I don't see one," Elaros said, and he picked up his drink.
"Shall we relocate to my booth? I'll have your tab arranged for in just a moment."
"My tab."
Oh, Faris was drunk. But those words brought her back--and made her remember their wager. Her hefty tab would be covered if she won! But she'd sorely lost.
"Oh shiiiiiit," she groaned, slapping a hand over her eyes. "I don't even wanna see it!"
"You won't have to," Elaros chuckled, and he offered her his hand.
"I'm paying it, remember?"
"Wait. Ya are?" Faris squinted her eyes at him. "But...you won? I think? Did I win? What the hell just happened."
"Our terms," Elaros said, and he tilted his head at her.
"Regardless of whether you won or lost, I would pay your tab. Since I won, you owe me a favor."
He smiled warmly.
"And that favor is that you drink with me."
"OH! REALLY?" Relief flashed through Faris's eyes and she let out a laugh and took his hand.
"NICE! Haha! I totally forgot! Well, that just made my night, lemme tell ya! Man. You're a real standup lizard guy, ya know that?
"What's the point of having wealth if I don't spend it?" Elaros said, and he continued to hold her hand as she stood up. He started walking her to his booth.
"Drink much wine, Faris?"
It was a good thing he had her hand, because once Faris stood up and started walking, she realized she was waaay more drunk than she realized. She stumbled, swaying unsteadily, and nearly toppled right into him as she followed along. Luckily, she managed to keep her feet just long enough to topple into her seat at Elaros's booth, laughing all the while even as her vision swam.
"Pahaha, I drink whatever, really! Wine's great, yeah!"
"Let me treat you, then," Elaros said, arm on the backrest of the booth.
He flagged down the waitress, and she promptly came over.
"Give me two cups of amontillado, please. And give that group of guards over there a round of stout on me."
The waitress nodded, and she went elsewhere.
Elaros looked to Faris.
"You know, this tavern has the best amontillado in Essyrn."
"Amonty-wha? Haha, I can't even bloody pronounce it right now so if MUST be good," Faris said with a laugh.
"It's a dry wine," Elaros said. He sipped from his ale.
"Aged extra-long."
"Well then, shoot, bring it on! I'm open to new stuff and experiences and whatever," Faris said as she reclined in her seat.
"As if I need anymore. Pfffft. Good thing I got tomorrow off!"
Elaros laughed at Faris' words, relating to that feeling of getting as messed up as possible before an off day. Then again, when wasn't Elaros getting messed up?
He scooted a bit closer to Faris, and gave her a warm smile.
"How long have you been in the guard?"
"Uhhh, like, um...one, two..." Faris had to pause and think about that, way too drunk for math, and ticked off the years on her fingers.
She flashed both hands at Elaros. "Eight years? Roughly. Joined up when I was sixteen-ish! Didn't go to full guard right away, of course. Hadda be mentored and learn the ropes and all that first. But a long time!"
Cocking her head, she lifted a brow. "How long ya been...uh..." She squinted. "What's it you do again?"
Elaros nodded, raising his eyebrow at the impressive number of years under her belt. He brought his arm a bit closer, so that it sat closer around her on the backrest.
"I design jewelry for nobility and royalty all over the continent. The Shah herself owns several of my pieces," Elaros said, putting a hand to his chest rather proudly.
"Whoa, really? Damn, man, that's pretty danged impressive!" Faris said, staring up at him with wide, impressed eyes.
"So you've gotten to like...MEET the Shah? Oh man, lucky. She's awful pretty."
"She is," Elaros said. He looked down at Faris.
"You're quite the looker as well, Faris," he added.
The wench brought in a dark bottle and two glasses. The make of the bottle was smooth, with a velvety parchment label.
Elaros picked up the bottle, expertly removing the cork with his claws. He poured them both a glass of the seductively dark wine. He smiled.
"Definitely the most attractive guard I've ever seen."
"Haaaah, now I know that's the alcohol talkin" Faris said with a laugh. "It's okay! Alcohol's talking for me, too. Like you're some sort of lizard man but right now you look like...damn. You know? I'm not drunk enough to know I don't have my alcohol vision on, I'm just too drunk to care."
Oh, if her family only knew, they would have her flogged. They still believed their unwed daughter to be chaste and responsible and definitely not the sort to get shit-faced in a filthy tavern and lose money gambling. Wishful thinking, really, for they knew the sort of company guards kept, considering they wee a military household, and the sort of company she would therefore be keeping. But they viewed their sweet Faris as above all that. Seytil-like, really.
A little abruptly and drunkenly paranoid as those intrusive thoughts struck, Faris stopped and snuck a quick glance outside the booth as though afraid one of her brothers might decide to visit this very same tavern. But they were all on patrol today (she was careful enough to know their schedules!) and it was just her squad filling the room.
She'd made sure she was assigned a troop that didn't have any family members.
She reached out and took a sip of the wine. "Man. This shit tastes like rainbows."
Elaros smiled at Faris when she complimented him. She certainly had an interesting view of things, what with the fact that she openly acknowledged she didn't care.
"It's my favorite kind of wine," Elaros said, motioning to the bottle.
"Unfortunately, I don't think they make it in Essyrn. It's an import from Connlaoth, I believe."
He watched her glance about, curious as to what could have someone who supposedly didn't care that jumpy. However, he ignored the issue, and instead brought it back to something from before.
"I don't often hear myself described as... damn," Elaros repeated, smirking a bit as his addled mind took amusement in the adjective.
"It can't be my face, can it?" He asked, although his tone was decidedly playful.
Faris gave him the most thoughtful, squinty look she could give him while drunk, considering her vision was all blurry. She hadn't been kidding about the drunken vision--she was literally drunk to the point of being visually impaired. He swam in her vision, fuzzy and blurred at the edges and vaguely reptilian but also human enough like one of those old spirits that had animal heads but human bodies. Attractive human bodies. They were always so damned built. Was it weird that was kind of attractive?
"It's your...your...damn!" Faris said, waving him over, unable to find the word she was looking for. "You know?"
Elaros nodded, as if he understood. He took another sip of his wine, and adjusted his tail on the seat. He gave Faris a smile.
"Well, I can definitely say that you yourself have a certain... damn as well," he said, chuckling a bit.
"It's a shame that you have to hide under all that armor..."
"Only when I'm on the job!" Faris said with a grin. "I don't always wear this armor. That'd be pretty uncomfortable!"
"I'd bet," Elaros said.
He finished his glass, and started pouring another one for himself.
"I can't lie, now you've got me curious."
Faris took another sip. "'Bout what?"
Elaros smirked.
"About what you look like under all that armor," Elaros said.
Faris gave him a puzzled look and glanced down at herself.
"I guess I look a lot like myself except without armor," she said.
Oh.
"No, I--"
Elaros laughed a bit, and he waved the issue away.
"Nevermind."
Faris was far too drunk for clever innuendo, it seemed! Instead she was taking him literally.
"I mean, if you really wanna see, I don't mind that! I'm off duty anyway, I mean it's just not that exciting! But it's uncomfy anyway," she added with a wrinkle of her nose and a shrug as she shed her light armor and dumped it into her seat.
Elaros watched with interest as she shed the armor, and he gave her a glancing over. He knew a breast wrap when he saw one, which made sense! If she didn't have one, he doubted she'd ever fit in the armor to begin with!
Among other things. One could only imagine the chafing.
"Definitely a shame to have to hide all of that away," Elaros said, motioning to her.
"All this?" Faris snorted and plucked at her clothes. "Damn, your alcohol vision must be pretty spectacular 'cause it just looks like a wrap and kilt to me."
"Noo," Elaros said, and he let out a short laugh. He just couldn't help himself, she couldn't be this oblivious!
"Not the clothes, Faris, I never meant those," Elaros said. He took another sip.
"I meant you."
"Ohhhh, ya mean all this," Faris said, waving her hands over herself.
"Hah! Damn right it's a shame, if I say so myself."
"Yes," Elaros said, smiling at her again.
"It's your damn," he added.
He took another sip, and started to unbutton his coat.
"Now that I'm warm, I think I'll take off a layer too," Elaros said, and shrugged off his buttoned coat. He was wearing a rather exquisite black velvet vest underneath, accented and trimmed with gold, to go along with the gold of his scales. It was also sleeveless, so that Faris could see that he was like one of those hot-bodied desert gods.
"Well, hot damn, ya ain't so shabby beneath all that yourself," Faris said with a nod, looking him up and down. And then, before she could help herself (and because alcohol made her impulsive) she reached out and gave his arm a squeeze (she couldn't help it, she had to do a muscle check, and he checked out just fiiine), and then a light stroke along the scales.
"Woooow. Just like a kaadir, all right!" she blurted.
It wasn't the first time he'd been compared to a kaadir during his time at Essyrn, so the phrase didn't really bother him. Instead, he smiled as Faris saw fit to get a feel for him. His scales, combined with his impressivle level of fitness meant that he was as hard as a rock beneath Faris' fingers, the scales and muscle having almost no give to them at all.
"I like to keep in shape whenever I can," Elaros said, proud of his muscles.
"Heh, yeah, me too! Kinda a job requirement. Check it out!"
And she flexed her bicep so he could return the favor and see that she, too, was quite cut.
Elaros let his curiosity het the better of him and he tested Faris out as well. At first, it was a light touch with the tips of his claws, but after a couple seconds he laid his hand over it, happy to get some warmth.
He scooted a bit closer, and drew the hand from her bicep to her shoulder, and then the back of his hand was touching her neck.
"You're so warm, I can't get enough of it..."
Faris couldn't help but shiver as he caressed up her arm and to her neck, little chills going down her spine where his claws prickled. Not an unpleasant sensation.
"Mm, ya cold blooded like a kaadir, too?" she murmured, feeling the coolness of his hand against the warmth of her skin and leaning back into it. He might like her warmth--but she liked his coolness, which was a lovely contrast against the heat of Essyrn.
Elaros nodded.
"I am," he said, and he took his hand off of her neck to place it against his own. At the same time, his arm went from the backrest of the booth to around Faris. She'd have an entire cool arm to rest her head against.
"The days of Essyrn agree with me, but the nights... not so much. I find it much more bearable if I have someone else in my bed to warm me," he purred.
"Man, I have the opposite problem. The nights are my favorite. It's so bloody hot during the days! But night's way more bearable," Faris said, leaning back against his arm to take advantage of those cool scales, which felt wonderful then, like the cool side of a bed pillow.
"I've always found the mammalian desire for cold to be interesting. Cold saps the energy right out of me," Elaros said, and he chuckled. Still, when she rested against his arm, he sighed as he warmed up a bit more, and his resumed tracing her arms with the points of his claws.
"Do you have anywhere to be tonight, Faris?"
"Me? Pffft, naw. S' my day off tomorrow!" Faris said with a lopsided grin. "Good thing, too, 'cause I wouldn't be goin' in tomorrow. Not and be functional anyhow."
She took another sip of her drink, finishing it up, and let out a sigh as he traced along her arms, the hair there rising as goosebumps followed the path of his claws. "I'm free as a bird tonight! What about you?"
"Free as a bird," Elaros repeated, and his tail came about. The tip wrapped around the handle of his wine glass and he brought it up to his lips to finish off his own drink.
"Forgive my forwardness, but I was hoping I could have the continued pleasure of your company."
"Hah, well, ya got it, don'tcha?" Faris said, words slurring all the more. "Like I said, I ain't got nowhere to be."
Elaros smiled a bit, and he leaned forward, as if to whisper to her. His hand came to rest on her leg.
"And if I invited you to come with me to my estate?"
Faris's eyes went wide. "Like a bigass fancy house?" she whispered back, leaning closer.
A gentle nod from Elaros.
"Yes, with a swimming basin and everything," he said.
...Well, shit. Drunk Faris certainly thought that was a great idea, since she'd never set foot in an estate before and likely never would. To get treated by a super rich person, and then whisked away to his super rich and fancy house? Oh, yes. It was like something out of a dream.
"Fuck yes," she breathed.
Elaros smiled a bit wider, and he gave her leg a squeeze before he stood.
"I'll settle up with the innkeeper, then. Be right back."
And with a flick of his tail, he turned and went to the bar to write the innkeeper a banknote, leaving Faris alone in the booth for a few minutes.
When he returned, he was still wearing a smile and he offered her his hand.
"My carriage is stationed outside. Shall we?"
Faris clasped his hand and pulled herself up--and then promptly stumbled as the world blurred and spun. She fell against him with a dopey laugh, clinging to him and giggling.
"Aw...shit...did I really drink that much?"
"You did."
Elaros held her a bit more firmly, effortlessly supporting her and relishing the opportunity to subtly show off his strength to her. It seemed to be a quality she liked, so why not?
"But I've drunk just about as much as you have, I think, so we'll be fine," he said. When she looked steady enough, he started to lead her out of the tavern.
Faris stumbled along with him, leaning heavily against him even as he supported her effortlessly--which she didn't mind at all! She did her best to stand on her own two feet, but she had drank a lot, and needless to say, it showed.
"Man. And you even got a carriage, damn..."
Elaros smiled under the praise, and when they exited the tavern, his carriage was parked by the curb, attended by his guards. At the sight of their lord, the guards quickly prepped the carriage, paying his companion no mind. Elaros motioned to the steps, allowing Faris to board before him.
The carriage was a lavish affair. The inside was upholstered with purple velvet and gold accents, and it featured a wine cabinet and a small table in the center, complete with holes designed to hold glasses of drink steady.
Faris had certainly never ridden in a carriage before. But she did her best to climb inside, practically crawling inside as her vision made her all wobbly, and flopped across one of the seats with a laugh.
"This thing's nice enough to be a mini house all of its own..."
"It's excellent for long trips," Elaros said, climbing in next to Faris. He lifted her legs up and took a seat, draping them across his lap. Curiously, he trailed the tips of his claws along her fit legs.
"You have fantastic legs, I must say," Elaros mused.
Faris grinned and stretched her legs out as he stroked them, goosebumps rising where his claws trailed. Mm...that felt rather nice. And admittedly, Faris was the sort of drunk that liked physicality.
And that went home with strange people. This definitely wouldn't be the first time--or the last. But sober Faris was a lot more by the book, and maybe drinking always had been her excuse to let loose and get away with things, while maintaining plausible deniability.
"Yeeeeah," she agreed with a smile, folding her arms under her head. "I work out a lot. Do you? You're pretty buff!"
The way they were positioned in the carriage, Faris was on the seat closest to the wall opposite the door, with Elaros bieng right there in the seat next to her. He wasn't invading her space totally, but he was still close, definitely within arm's reach.
Elaros scooted even closer, offering up his arm for her to explore.
"I do!" he said.
"I do formal exercises half the time, and the rest is me and my pool," Elaros stated.
His tongue flit out, tasting Faris' scent and the alcohol on both of their breaths. He met her eyes, and then his pupils wandered to her lips.
Feel his arm she did, at first squeezing it to test its firmness, and then taking to idly stroking his scales, intrigued by how he felt like a man...but also a lizard? Kind of?
"Niiiiiice," she said, grinning. "Man, you could probably teach me a thing or two, eh?"
"Perhaps," Elaros said, and he chuckled at the notion. His touching of her thigh went from an idle pass of his claws to a full caress, and even as she rubbed the scales on his arm. With a lurch, the carriage started moving.
"Mm," Faris murmured, and stretched her legs out over his lap with a happy sigh. "That feels niiiice. Shit. Never had someone with long enough nails to do that."
Elaros smirked.
"Well, you do now," he said, and with the easier access, he really took to feeling her legs.
"And you'll find that these claws are good for so much more," he said, leaning towards her, placing a single claw on her midriff and trailing it downwards.
"Oh yeah?" Faris said, looking up at him with a playfully quirked eyebrow, her lips cocked into a wry smile.
"Like what?"
"Let me show you," he said, and his claw trailed ever downwards, stopping at the hem of her breeches. He slipped the fine point into the knot, and tugged, unlacing them in a single, fluid motion.
His tongue flit out of his mouth to taste the air one last time before he leaned in to place light kisses against her neck.
[Pssst she wears a kilt. *wink wonk* ;D But we'll say she wears a knotted sash as a belt!]
Faris's breath caught when he so easily undid the knot, and a flood of heat burned between her thighs as her mind caught up and realized this was going exactly where she'd hoped. Oh, her family would murder her if they knew she loved her one night stands---though this particular one was new, even for her, since she had never been with anyone that wasn't human.
Though he was kind of human? His body was human, and she was drunk enough not to care about the rest of him except to note that he was like a god, golden and strong and exotic, and maybe it was all of that--and the booze--that made her thrill all the more. It was that forbidden element, that hint of taboo and risk and newness that made her blood burn hot.
Then his mouth was on her, very much not human, and she let out a little gasping whimper and tilted her head back to let him have his way, hands trailing up and over his scales and hips shifting impatiently.
"Ohhh, shit, please do," she said, and tugged at his clothes, forgetting they were in a carriage.
[Thx for the save!]
He drew in her scent as he continued to kiss at her neck. That eight inch tongue of his dragged along the sensitive spots of her throat, even as his hand slipped beneath her kilt. The tips of his claws were like precise doctor's tools, able to feel and manipulate with precision and dexterity that human fingers were just incapable of.
And soon enough, he had her against the carriage, like some maiden being claimed by a desert beast. His claws pushed aside her smallclothes and at first, the tips of his claws spread her so he could feel her heat, even as his tail started to snake up her thigh.
It was a little unnerving, at first, to feel his claws feeling about her smallclothes, so close to her most sensitive parts, but before she knew it, he had her pressed down against the carriage seat and she was beyond caring. She gasped as his tongue explored and tasted, whimpering impatiently, and when she felt him push aside her smallclothes, her heart skipped a beat and her hips lifted imploringly, thighs opening to encourage him. And then he was touching her, with surprising gentleness, and she let out a moan when she felt him spread her--and already she was hot and wet with need, achingly so.
Because shit, it was a damned turn on to be thrown down like that, she had to admit.
Reaching down, she pulled her kilt up and out of the way and fumbled at the tie that held her smallclothes in place, then undid it, freeing up a leg and kicking until the garment was left hanging around her opposite ankle.
"Oh, you tease," she murmured, rolling her hips up, begging for more.
Elaros homed in on her heat with merciless efficiency, and while his index and ring fingers held her open, his middle slipped into her, claws surprisingly harmless when used correctly. Elaros moved up to kiss Faris, reveling in the fact that her breath tasted like alcohol, and his other hand squeezed her breast.
His tail joined them, and its scaly length started rubbing its length against her.
"That's just my tail," Elaros murmured against her lips.
It was different, kissing him when she was used to a different kind of lips, but at that point she didn't care--especially not when he plunged a finger into her, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure and thrust her hips up into his hand, her hands wrapping around his neck and hanging on for purchase.
And then she felt something else, the same thing she'd felt against her thigh, now creeping up and then sliding against her sex, and her eyes shot open in confusion. Was that...was that his dick? Could he move his dick like--
Oh. Tail. Right.
"Mmph," she murmured back, squirming, lifting a leg and hooking it around his hip as his tail began to rub against her, stroking along her clit even as his finger explored. She gasped, needy moans escaping her, and slipped her hands down to yank clumsily at his pants, groping for his cock--and then blinking when she felt nothing.
"...What the..."
Elaros cocked up one of the ridges above his eye, wondering why she could be confused, before he remembered.
"Oh! Sorry," Elaros said, and he shot her a smile as he let his member out, right into her hand. He leaned in to kiss her more, lips parting before he moved down to kiss at her neck and collarbone. His tail pressed against her heat with more intensity, and he really let her feel the texture of those scales as he ground it against her.
Aaand there it was.
Faris starled as it was suddenly there, right in her hand--and damn, he was no small thing, either. Her breath caught at the feel of him, and she wrapped as much of her hand around him as she could and gave him an exploratory stroke from base to tip, letting out a needy whimper as she imagined him using that on her--and as his tail worked against her, slick from her arousal and creating new, interesting sensations. With a moan, she rolled her hips up against him, tensing around his finger and digging the short nails of her other hand into his back to hold on for dear life, her head thrown back as he kissed her neck.
"Oh God," she gasped as her hand worked him, though she fumbled here and there as she tried to concentrate on stroking him while being distracted by her own pleasure--and shit, it was difficult to multitask like that drunk. With another buck of her hips, she tugged gently at his cock, an impatient whine escaping her. His finger felt amazing, and his tail was rubbing her in all the right places, but she wanted more, and not even that felt like it was enough.
"Gonna...gonna fuck me already?" she panted, biting her lip. "C'mooon..."
At her request, Elaros just smiled and pulled her closer. He nipped at her earlobe with his teeth and shifted his positioning so that a slight jerk of his hips had the head of his cock pushing against her. Skipping the teasing (for she seemed rather impatient!), he went straight to business, hissing as he pushed into her.
"O-oh!" Faris jerked beneath him, letting out a sharp gasp as he began to push in, stealing her breath away as she stretched around him. She grabbed onto his shoulders, legs spread wide, and pressed her face against his neck, biting him to muffle the scream that wanted to escape. "Oh shit!"
Oh, he was big, but she was slick and ready, and she whimpered as he slid into her, holding still beneath him as she adjusted to his girth. But God, he felt good, the stretch a pleasant one that had her trembling, and her hands trailed down to the base of his spine as she gave a tentative roll of her hips, and let out a shuddering moan when more of him sank into her as a result.
"Fuck...oh shit, you're big..." she breathed, flexing around him.
Elaros turned Faris' lower half over so that she was half on her side. Ge gripped her ass, spreading her wide as he gave her long, deep thrusts.
"So good," he purred, and he dipped his head down to suckle at one of her breasts.
Turned over onto her side, Faris grabbed at the edge of the carriage seat to keep from toppling off it, and then held on for dear life as he began to thrust, long and deep and filling her to the brim. Her eyes went wide at that first thrust, gasping in equal parts surprise and pleasure, before they fluttered shut in enjoyment, and when his lips found her breast, she grabbed at the back of his neck to keep him there. Her breastband was still on, but somewhere during their romp she had managed to yank it down enough to expose herself, and God, his tongue felt wonderful against her skin.
"A-ah, God, yes...!" she cried, not caring who heard, toes curling in her sandals, and one hand snaking down between her legs to rub her clit as he fucked her. She squirmed, whimpering in time to his thrusts, but helpless to move much in that position--not that she minded. It was a rare moment when she found herself pinned and taken like this.
"Oh my God, you feel so good..."
Normally, Elaros would've straightened up so he could pound her harder, but with her holding his head to her breast, all he could do was suckle. He wrapped his tounge around her nipple, constricting it even as he sucked. The claws on his other hand played with her other breast while his tail snaked around her thigh, rubbing at the edges of her fold while his cock lanced into her.
It was a short carriage ride to his estate, so he wanted to make the ride count!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Faris cried, language she never used sober, and Hakeshna, she was in ecstasy. This was certainly new for her, since she had never screwed in a carriage, moving or otherwise, before, and though the ride was a little bumpy and she feared she might fall off the seat, there was also something really, really hot about the urgency of it all as he took her--and the proof of that was all over the carriage seat, her arousal shining on her thighs as each thrust made lewd noises.
Yes, she had wanted this badly, it seemed.
And as he continued to tease her breasts, and slide inside her, as his tail came up to stroke her, she was soon seeing stars, only enhanced by the booze. She cried out suddenly, a sound close to a scream, and seized up around him, her body trembling uncontrollably in a powerful release that took even her by surprise and left her gasping.
Elaros wasn't close by any means, and it was likely he wouldn't finish before they arrived. He straightened up, and started to pound her a bit harder.
He tilted his head back, sighing.
"Damn."
"A-ah!" Faris cried as he straightened, as he started to really fuck her, the force of it taking her breath away as she still trembled in the throes of her release. She cracked her eyes open so she could stare up at him in wonder, her face flushed with passion and perspiration, her lips parted and eyes heavy with pleasure.
"Oh God yes, fuck me!" she moaned, clamping around his cock, enjoying every thick inch of him. "Harder...!"
And he gave it to her harder, kneading her clit between the flat of his two claws as he continued to nibble and suck her breast. He lifted his head up and sealed his lips to Faris' in a searing kiss.
Her cries came out muffled against Elaros's lips, hips squirming as his cock pounded her and his fingers teased her clit, her breath coming in fast bursts. Her kiss was sloppy in her drunkenness, but needy and fierce and demanding, not caring that he wasn't human and that he felt different from one--because right then, she just wanted him, and Hakeshna, she was in heaven.
"Ohhhgod, just like that, that's perfect," she gasped, and clutched at him, each thrust driving another sharp cry from her lips. "Fuck...oh God, it's...!"
She threw her head back with a cry, rocking her hips as much as she could in that position, desperate for more. "I-is it...is it as good for you as it is for me?" she asked on a breathless moan, one hand trailing down to touch him where they were joined, fingers feeling as he slid in and out of her.
"This is the best," Elaros said with a breathless laugh, and he kissed her.
"I'm just not as vocal as you, Faris," he added. Suddenly, his hands went to her side and hips and he switched their positioning, sitting with his back to the seat and with Faris on his lap.
"Go on and ride it."
Faris let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed her and shifted their positions and, breathless, she soon found herself astride him. She wobbled for a moment, dizzy in her drunkenness, and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. The ceiling was very close to her head now, so she leaned forward more and nipped at his scaly neck, breath coming out hot against him.
"Mmn, gladly," she breathed, and began to move, lifting her hips until only the tip remained inside her before sliding down with a gasp, hips rolling in practiced motions, fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'll ride your--ah!--your dragon like a bloody Adelan."
It sounded better in her head. She liked her dirty talk, but that didn't mean she was any good at it drunk.
"Oh Hakeshna, I love how you fill me," she moaned as she rode him, crying out her pleasure, and reached down to grab her kilt and lift it up and out of the way of her rocking and grinding. "F...fuck...!"
Elaros found her dirty talk amusing, and he didn't see why he couldn't talk some as well!
"You better hold on, or it'll buck you off," Elaros said, and he started to bump his hips up in time with hers, dramatically sharpening her impacts.
He spanked her ass and squeezed, claws delivering little jolts of sensation.
"Ride me harder," he demanded.
His spank made Faris stiffen in surprise and let out a yelp, made the blood rush to her face--but it also made a full body shudder race through her, made her clench around him even tighter. Oh, he'd just stumbled upon the glacier's tip of one her secret kinks, one she tried to keep under wraps most of the time because it was kind of embarrassing to her.
But drunk as she was, she hadn't the sense to be embarrassed, and it only made her ride him harder.
"Oh, yes sir," she purred, and she let out a sharp cry as she began to bounce in his lap, lifting and falling, slamming her hips onto him again and again with an audible, wet slap. She threw her head back with a keening moan, hands sliding up to cup her breasts--
Until she she lifted just a bit too high and slammed her head against the ceiling.
"OW!" she yelped, and fell forward against Elaros's chest. "Awwfuck!"
Ohh, Elaros knew someone who liked to be spanked when he saw it, and he planned to take full advantage of that weakness when they arrived at his mansion.
But, before he could make mention of it, she'd slammed her head against the ceiling, and Elaros was qucik to put one arm around her and the other on her head.
"Apsu and Tiamat, are you alright?" Elaros said, giving her head a little rub.
"Ooooh," Faris groaned, leaning into his head rub. Well, that was quite another way to see stars!
"Oof...yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bump. Nothing I can't walk off." And she looked up at the ceiling and glared at it, as though it had come down and smacked her and not the other way around.
"Might wanna save the vigorous riding for when I can ride you good like a beast."
Elaros laughed, and nodded, giving her stricken head a nuzzle and then kissing the sore spot.
"Good thing, too. Because I think we've arrived."
And they indeed arrived at Elaros' estate, the carriage coming to a gentle stop in front of it. It was grand, and constructed in a traditional Essyrni style. It was a large, two-story square with a courtyard open to the air in the center and green gardens behind it. As a fountain in the center of the estate's carriageway, there were two incredibly detailed twin dragons, one in brass and one in steel, which spouted water from their mouths and into the fountain's basin.
Elaros looked back to Faris.
"Welcome!"
Faris found herself staring.
"You live here?!"
It was a place she'd patrolled by numerous times, but she'd never known or asked about the owner. She'd just known it was a damned fine piece of estate and that the person living there must be some sort of ridiculous merchant prince.
"Daaaaaamn..."
Elaros nodded proudly.
"I have an eye for property," Elaros mused, and he dipped forwards to kiss Faris' neck.
"I know it's a lot to ask, but you're going to have to get off me if you want to go inside."
"Nngh, damn right it's a lot to ask," Faris said with a dramatic sigh, and ground her hips on him, small and circular, just a little more. Ugh, she had been cresting toward another release, too. She bit her lip and then, with a soft sound, she slid off of him and flopped into the seat beside him.
Her breast band was around her waist at that point, and her smallclothes were wrapped around one ankle, so lifted her leg and grabbed her smallclothes. She'd need those later! Then she pulled her kilt back down and opened the door, stepping down unsteadily--and forgetting to fix her breast band.
As Faris got up to step out of the carriage, Elaros sheathed his member and buttoned his pants back up. He picked up his coat and followed her out. The guards were surprisingly used to topless women in Elaros' estate, so they paid her no mind past acknowledging her presence.
Elaros put his hands on her shoulders.
"Do you want to go to the pool?" he asked, and he gripped one of her breasts as they walked.
"I'm not much of a swimmer, but I ain't gonna say no, neither!" Faris said, and pressed closer to him as he fondled her, unabashed.
[For the purposes of not having to write a short essay describing this house, just imagine that this house has pretty much all the same amenities and the same layout as the house in Can I Get an Amen, except that it's all in an Essyrni style and it has the open-air courtyard. Elaros likes to keep his houses in almost identical layouts so he can stay grounded when he travels.]
It was good that sh was so unabashed, because that only encouraged Elaros. They entered the house, and if Faris was even paying attention, she'd notice that the inside was just as lavish as the outside, if not more.
He stopped their walking for a brief moment so he could squeeze her breasts a bit more hungrily, claws causing those pinpricks of sensation against her soft breasts as he squeezed and ran his hands over her.
After that, he stepped past her, taking her hand and guiding her across the open-air courtyard. The main feature of the courtyard was an ankle-deep pond that had the same two statues from outside, except that they stood across the pond from each other. There were also some seats by that area.
As they walked past the statues, Elaros looked back towards her.
"Want to drink some more?" he asked her.
Faris didn't have much shame to begin with; oh, but she'd woken up naked in alleys after wild nights and bets gone wrong. Not that naked breasts in Essyrn were a big deal at all to begin with; many women went topless, and sheer clothes were stylish for the rich.
Still, drink made her foolish and uninhibited, where sober she tried to be responsible. Unfortunately, she just wasn't good at loosening up when she didn't have a little liquor in her system, and booze gave her an excuse.
She'd tried to go dry before, and still struggled, but sometimes, well...she failed utterly.
She gawked at his set up, eyes wide and appreciative as she walked with him, only breaking her stare when he squeezed her breast and made her gasp, toes curling and skin tingling beneath his claws.
"Yes," she said, breath hitching, "but I probably shouldn't if I don't wanna puke..."
Leaning in, she gave his neck a quick nibble. "Plus, I don't wanna delay too much. We weren't done yet..."
Elaros grinned at that.
"It doesn't have to be too much, just enough to last us for the rest of the night," he said, and wanting to test if she liked being spanked or not, his other hand clapped onto her ass as he pulled her close.
He gave her a searing kiss, squeezing with those claws once again, and this time, he drew one clawed hand from her ass down to her thigh, leaving thin harmless trails.
Elaros's hand clapped on her ass, and Faris gave another gasp and jolt, but pressed against him all the more, shuddering with pleasure and flushing with need. "F-fuck," she said, arching into him as his claws traced a path over his skin, and she ground her hips against him needily, hands going down to fumble at his breeches.
Clearly, she didn't really care if they were right there in the middle of the courtyard, her teeth nipping at his lips.
"You're mean," she growled against him, "teasing me like this."
Elaros glanced to one of the lounge seats and looked to Faris.
"I've changed my mind. I'm going to fuck you into one of these chairs," he said, and he started moving towards one of them.
Faris's heart beat faster at his words, and she let herself be lead along, stumbling as she walked and having to press close against him so she didn't fall. "That so?" she said, a challenge in her voice.
"Very so," Elaros said, and he wheeled her about, depositing her in the reclined seat. He took a moment to just absorb her with his eyes before he placed his hands on the seat's armrests and leaned in to kiss her, body pressing against hers.
The servants would know better than to disturb them, so they had the courtyard to themselves, the moon shining down from above.
He wasted no time in penetrating her, hissing as he slid home.
"Mmmf!" Faris cried, the sound muffled against his mouth, even as her hips bucked up while he slid home. That initial thrust took her breath away as he filled her deeply, stretching every inch of her--but fortunately, she was still wet and ready, her body eager to receive him.
Arms around his neck and legs spread, she wiggled beneath him a little so she could get her heels up on the edge of the seat, to give herself leverage, gasping as he slid within her with those little movements. She rocked up against him, impatient, and bit at his neck.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
Elaros rocked against her, scaled body pressing and rubbing against hers as he ground down into her. He clapped a hand onto her thigh, claws applying those harmless pricks of pleasure.
"W-we're never gonna make it to your pool, are we?" Faris moaned out between her gasps and cries, hands sliding up her own body to cup her breasts and roll her erect nipples between her fingers. Not that she cared. She honestly didn't care where they fucked, and damned if she wasn't enjoying this, or the wildness of being taken here and now, of being wanted so badly that he couldn't even wait.
"Pool? No," Elaros said, and he gave her thigh a stiff spank and he nuzzled her neck rater bestially.
"I'd rather just take you to my bed."
Faris yelped at the spank, but from the way her body heated under his and her face flushed, it was more than clear that she liked it. She threw her head back as he nuzzled her neck and released her breasts so she could grab onto his arms, nails digging in lightly.
"L-lemme rephrase, then," she moaned out, hips rolling up against his, body shuddering around him. "We're n-not...we're not gonna make it to your--ah!--to your bed, are we?"
When he spanked her, his hand stayed and squeezed, giving her those little pricks she liked so much. He paused inside of her, grinding against her as he spoke. He picked up rather quickly on what she liked.
"I fully intend to take you to my bed," Elaros said, and rather than kiss her neck, he bared his fangs against her skin, letting her revel in the thrill.
Oh, that grinding soon had her trembling, and Faris let out a shivering moan and wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him right where she wanted him and digging her heels into him to bring him in closer. She gasped out, squeezing around him, and tilted her head so he could get at more of her neck, her heart racing as she felt those dangerous fangs against her soft, human skin.
"You don't gotta be gentle with me," she breathed, grinding back up against him and letting out a whimper at the spikes of pleasure that shot through her, building in her core. "Use me..."
"Don't worry," Elaros said, and he drew his cock back to give her a powerful thrust before he straightened up and started to pound her, gripping her tightly by the side and thigh, pulling her into his thrusts like she was a doll to him.
Wherever he gripped her, those claws were there, pricking and pressing but never breaking the skin. He let his mouth hang open a bit, just reveling in the sensations of it all.
Faris felt half mad, she was so beside herself with lust and pleasure as he took her again and again. She squirmed as he pounded her, as his claws dug in but never quite broke the skin. He was so powerful compared to her, and felt so large, like he could break her if he chose to, and she found herself reveling in that sense of powerlessness, of letting go of control and letting him have his way with her.
"Oh god oh god oh god ohgodohgod!" she cried out, words escaping her at that point as each thrust took her breath away and reduced her to whimpering prayers to her deity and wordless screams. She felt like a doll to him--and she was more than happy to let him play with her however he desired, her eyes cracked half open as she watched him. It felt surreal, being taken by a near-beast like this, out in the open here where anyone could see and hear--
And the thought of it was enough to send her careening over the edge with a keening cry as she clutching him tightly and trembled uncontrollably.
When she came, Elaros had a small amount of mercy on her, and while he was still pounding away at her, it was at a slightly diminished pace.
"Already?" He teasingly asked, and he came down to kiss her.
"I'm only just getting started with you..."
"Good," Faris panted out, voice quivering and breathless, a needy whine. "Don'tcha--ah!--don'tcha dare fucking stop!"
And she clutched him tighter, thighs clamping around him, as though trying to trap him there in case he dared try to leave. She bucked up against him, head thrown back against the seat. "More..."
At her behest, Elaros shifted as best he could, improving the angle so that ever thrust had him sinking into her to the root. He wanted her to feel him. When he kissed her, he gently caught her lower lip with his fangs, prickling but never breaking the skin.
Faris screamed again as he switched things up once more, gasping and clawing at him as the new angle only made things more intense. She didn't want it to end, and she kissed him back hungrily, greedily, no longer caring or minding how that felt as his fangs sent a wild thrill through her.
Unfortunately, her position in that seat was growing uncomfortable, and suddenly between cries of pleasure she gripped his shoulders and turned her head so she could gasp out, "Turn me over." A needy whimper and she bit at his neck, hips bucking against his. "Fuck me like an animal."
She bit at his neck and he hissed agreeably, the sound turning into a purr as he lifted his head up and away so he could oblige her request. For a few moments, he just towered over her, slit-pupil eyes filled with lust for her and fangs glinting in the dimness of his mansion's inner courtyard.
Now that he knew what she wanted, she was going to recieve it in spades.
Without much ceremony, he used his strength to turn her over, the movement causing him to slip out of her. He gave her a few moments to situate herself before he reached over and claimed her hips, grabbing them rather greedily as he pulled himself closer.
Then, he gripped her by the longer part of her mohawk, pulling her hair taut as he pulled her into a thrust, cock slamming to a stop inside of her once he was in her to the hilt. To aid his domination, his tail slinked around and coiled around her neck, and he leaned over her as he started to drive his length into her.
He hissed again, teeth bared as he snarled into her ear.
"Tonight, you're going to be my fuckdoll. I'm going to fuck you until your brains are scrambled. Here, my bed, anywhere I want."
He puncuated his words with a nip to her ear.
"And you're going to love every second of it."
A shuddering thrill went through Faris when Elaros bent her over the seat, and when he took it even further and yanked her hair as he slammed himself home again--goddess! Faris let out a scream and grabbed at the edges of the seat for purchase, crying out loudly as he began to plow her, driving deeper than before, his tail around her neck only adding to the sense of helplessness.
Oh, yes, this was exactly what she'd wanted, to be utterly claimed and dominated. Every day on the job, she had to be one-hundred percent in control, but in the bedroom, she wanted to give that up. Wanted the rush of being at someone else's mercy, of being bound and manhandled and used. And Elaros was giving her exactly that--and a promise of more to come.
"Ohh, God, yes," she cried out, whimpering with every thrust, her body trembling and clenching around him. "Anything you want, I'm yours. Fuck...fuck me...!"
Elaros relished her yelps and whimpers, letting his eyes fall closed as he just let himself feel the sensations of his cock ramming into her, his body drinking in the warmth she so wantonly gave him. He tugged her by the hair once again, tilting her head upwards as he manipulated her. His other hand tightened on her hips, the tips of his claws delivering harmless pricks reminiscent of an animal forcing itself onto a mate.
He kissed and nuzzled her neck, letting her feel his fangs brush against her skin.
Faris let out a wailing shriek, sharp and sudden, when his pounding once more sent her careening over the edge. It wasn't difficult now that he'd already gotten her there before, leaving her hypersensitive and trembling; once she got going, it was easy, and some truly wicked bed partners had taken advantage of that in the best possible way, driving her over again and again until she was begging for more and begging to stop in the same breath. It seemed Elaros was going to be one such partner, for already she was shaky and breathless and dazed, clawing helplessly at the seat as though to escape, even as she arched her ass into his thrusts.
"F-fuck...!" she gasped out, half whimper and half moan as his claws dug into her and his cock drove deep. His hand in her hair hurt, yanking her head back to the edge of discomfort, but the pain only added an extra degree of excitement. "Oh fuck, I can't--! Elaros!"
Oh, he knew her type. He'd been around long enough to know how to torture someone like her. He let his jaw hang open just a bit, letting out some excess heat as a thin haze. Then, he smiled, teeth gleaming and eyes predatory.
"You cant?" He said, almost mockingly, as suddenly his pace diminished, and with every motion he drew back until the slight flare of his cock caught against her opening, and then he drove it into her to the hilt, grinding against her deepest recesses. He was trying to edge her along.
He had mercy on her hair for a little bit as well, still clutching it but not pulling as hard as he was.
"I'm close," he murmured, and he leaned back in, tongue passing along the back of her ear.
"Where does my toy want it?"
It was working, each tease, each plunge, making her yelp and tremble, aching her ass up into him. Hakeshna, she couldn't take anymore! And yet she craved more, was greedy for it, and couldn't remember the last time she had been used like this.
To be fair, she also couldn't remember much of anything at the moment, either.
She squirmed beneath him, whimpering, and his words sent a surge of heat through her clear to her toes. She pushed back against him, begging him for more, so close to yet another release.
"My back," she gasped out, "please!"
Elaros fucked with abandon, just the right amount of drunk and loving every moment. He had never been an intensely dominant person, but then again Faris had done a stellar job of coaxing him. He gave her everything he could until the very last moment, when he left her suddenly.
He spilled his vigor onto her ass and back, letting his throbbing member rest atop the crest of her ass. Still, Faris wasn't forgotten. His tail came in to rub and tease, to make sure she had hers as well.
After he'd caught his breath, he looked down at Faris and grinned, letting her see his fangs again.
"You were amazing. You also look like you could use a dip in the pool," he said, and he gave her ass a greedy squeeze. He ran his hands down her legs, stroking and learning as he went.
Faris panted where he left her, feeling boneless and wonderfully used. Her body felt sore in all the right places and tingled from head to toe. She had had her share of adventurous sexual encounters, but this...this was definitely a first. He knew exactly how she wanted to be treated, and provided in full.
With a little shudder as he stroked her legs, she flashed him a dazed smile. "Yeeeah, I'm a hot mess," she agreed. "Don't think I'll be walking anytime soon, though. Fuck."
"Come here," he said, making sure to put a little bit of a pleased snarl on his face. He let his cock sit on her ass as he looked away and made a short grunting sound. A servant, one of the smaller of his species, appeared from the dark rather nonchalantly, as if used to seeing their master like this. The servant answered with a click, and Elaros answered in common.
"Drinks. My favorite," was all he said, and even as he said it his clawed hands pulled her ass back towards him and he let her feel just how hard he still was. The servant gave Faris a look that could be interpreted as jealous and walked away.
Elaros looked back down at his prize for the night, and he nearly purred right then and there. With the crescent moon shining down from the clear sky above his mansion's inner courtyard, he really did look like some kind of hunter in the night.
Because indeed, it was a night where he had been on the hunt. A Drakkon in season needed to breed, and desperately.
"I have so... so much more to do to you," he started, and he slid his cock down against her until their hips touched again and he pressed against her ass greedily. Then, almost as soon as he'd started, he took her up in his arms and lifted her rather gently and easily from the long chair.
His pool had a gradual slope, a novel concept by Essyrni bathing house standards and carved of soapstone to keep the water warmer at night. There was a wide, waist-deep alcove in the deeper waters where a reptile could just bask in the water and take a break from a good swim. He stood at the edge and after testing the water with his tail and finding it agreeable, he stepped down with her and situated her on his lap.