Closed It wasn't me! (Vanari)

[Rysmarin]

ughI ended up accidentally deleting this post a few times. Ended up re-writing it not once, but petching thrice. Needless to say, I'm a little ticked off and tapped out. If the quality is lacking, I promise to try and do better next time 'round.

As his mind reeled and he tried to cope with what had just transpired, Rysmarin once again found himself between the vantha woman and a cold place. This time, however, it was not the freezing cold of a blizzard's snow, but rather the the cool wooden surface of a door. That, and at the moment, at least, the woman seemed to be a far, far more pressing issue than she had at that time.

But it was not because he was naked.

Sure, that was somewhat surprising after he'd completely forgotten himself and maybe just a little embarrassing, but Rysmarin simply wasn't that shy. Or shy at all, for that matter. Indeed, he was often about as far from shy as one could get... He had intended to come into the room in his currently disrobed that state, anyway, after all... But no, the actual reason for his attempt to flee was far more... subtle. That reason was simply compounded by the fact that he'd forgotten he was naked and embraced the vantha woman that now held him more or less pinned. His real issue was...

Well, it was another beast entirely.

Of course, when he saw the glimmer of mischief in the vantha's now-green eyes, he felt a stirring of familiarity. The idea of normalcy... As that glimmer of mischief turned into a wicked grin that might have rivaled one of his own, he found himself grasping at that idea. When she pelted him with a joke, he slowly started to grin in a way that matched her own... Yes, she was bringing the world back into his element. Back to the realm of humor.

Pranks? Jokes? Teasing? Inuendo? Those he could deal with, and he proved it with a smirk, even as he emited a pleased groaned when she kissed his neck. He enjoyed the sensation for a moment, allowing her to finish her little revenge plot... the one he silently thanked her for. "Mhmm... You don't say?" He murmured, letting his eyes fall into a lurid, half lidded gaze, even as his coloration finally returned to normal as he felt her soft body press against his... and something of his press back into her belly as his blood found a new home.

He let his hands roam over her back, gently and ever teasing lower as he bent forward himself, placing his lips next to her ear. "Then perhaps... you could use those pretty cherry lips to paint my every inch...?" He licked his lips, and he was so close to her that he accidentally licked her ear. "Or maybe..." He grinned devilishly, never dropping his bedroom eyes as he pulled her tighter against him. "I could find that favorite color of yours on some secret, hidden place upon you..."

He reached out and gently nibbled on her ear for a brief moment, being very careful of his sharp, kelvic canines. As he pulled back, he blew upon it in a steady, warm stream, then smiled at his handywork. "Hm... Yes, I think that could work, don't you? I wonder what else of yours I could find and nibble upon to ease your lust?" He paused, but only slightly. "For that color, I mean." He chuckled breathily in her ear.

"As to your other question... No. It may surprise you, but I'm actually quite innocent." He grinned broadly at her. "You probably won't believe me, but I've never even kissed a woman before." He chuckled slowly. "And why should you? Who's to say I'm not just some tease?" His grin turned reckless, and all play at being sultry fell off his face, completely revealing the facade. He gently pushed her back, giving himself some room to slip down and away... though his chosen route was...

Well, it was between her legs. And it gave him quite an excelent view of what little her bunched-up skirt had hidden of them... as well as gave the perfect opportunity to tip the garment up from behind, revealing her pert derriere. Of course, this also had the secondary effect of re-settling the skirt properly... but he really wasn't going to complain about the sneak preview. Ever.

"Who's to say I'm not some dirty little lying tikita, here off the street to tug at your lovely little heart strings? Who's to say my final goal isn't to get up and under that lovely little dress of yours?" He grinned darkly. "Who's to say anything I say is true?"

He shrugged and spun, his own towel lifting slightly higher with the action as his posture relaxed and his easy smile returned. "Well, perhaps I am... but what do I know, hm?" He winked over his shoulder at her easily, the mischief and world-wonder once more shining in his eyes as if it had never even thought of leaving.

[Vanari]

She had been tricked. That was all Vanari could think of as she watched Rys's expression change from one of embarrassment to that of unadulterated, fiendish, up-to-no-good devilry.

Undeniably, irrefutably tricked.

All this gentlemanly nonsense up until now had lulled her into forgetting the Kelvic's other half--specifically, the untamed, feral non-human half. Whatever experience he may have lacked, he made up for it easily with everything that came natural to a predator of the wilderness.

Vanari tried to protest, but all that came out was "nnggh" as he alternated relentlessly between physical and verbal enticement. Gods, if this were any other time or place she probably would have hit him in the face for some of the things he was saying. But, as it was, even if she had intended any violence towards him, it would've been useless; her limbs had all but turned into jelly, and it felt like she was breathing through fabric again, gasping desperately for air, except it offered a thousand times more pleasure.

"Wha...what are you..." Her eyes went wide with flecks of orange as she gasped. When..how did he...down there...

And then, as suddenly as it had began, it stopped. Rys had made several confoundedly incomprehensible questions that her desire-addled mind could no more process than it could allow her to speak coherently, before spinning around with a shrug and smirking at her over his pale shoulder.

Vanari almost fell over with the sudden absence of his support, but she managed to keep her balance out of sheer, impassioned determination. Whatever he had done, it felt like she had been set on fire, and suddenly every part of her body was demanding the attentions to not stop. To never stop.

She hooked both hands on his towel and spun him back around, then pushed him hard against the wooden door. Slim as she may be, she hadn't been traipsing all over Mizahar without learning to be a little rough, when the occasion called for it. The Vantha nuzzled Rys's neck passionately, one hand moving to caress the hardness between his legs, while the other felt up anything and everything that it could reach. After a while, she moaned into his shoulder as she gave up using her hand altogether and set her leg against his waist, undulating slowly against him as the heat all but consumed her mind. Her hand gripped the towel once more, preparing to yank it off entirely...

Knock, knock, knock. "Hey Auntie, want to come play? We're going to build a snowman!"

Vanari nearly died from the way her heart instantly lurched to a stop.

"Can we come in? I brought you a present. Momma said you'd like it!" Nari chirped.

Ahhh, shyke, the only partially dressed Vantha panicked. She let go of Rys's towel and pointed wildly at the door, then went about hopping on one foot as she hastily put on the leggings and boots.

"We're coming in now, time to wake up!" The door swung open just as she managed to land with both feet on the ground, fully clothed and red as a lobster from all that ridiculous effort.

Tiri and Nari grinned, then the girl held something up. "Look, it's a bird! I carved it myself." She handed it over, and the older Vantha admired it openly before pocketing it.

"Hey," Tiri piped, "where does that door go?"

Vanari flew over and slammed the door shut, laughing nervously. "Hah, nowhere. It's just a closet. Now, who said something about a snowman?"

The children jumped up and down, waving their little arms. "Me, me! Can the puppy come too??"

[Noblesse]

Moderator Intervention It has come to my attention that Vanari still have threads in Syliras marked timestamped for the Summer of 513 AV. It's completely impossible for Vanari to arrive in Avanthal on the 46th of Summer when she was in Riverfall just a few days earlier, interact with its people, and then suddenly be at Syliras on the 58th. Travel between cities does not work like that. Walking will take you almost a year just to get from Avanthal to Syliras. From Riverfall, you will need to take a boat and this will probably be more than a season or two of travel. Riding a horse from Avanthal, it takes three seasons just to get to Karjin, and you have to take a boat there to reach Syliras. So no, you can't be here and there in that short a span of time. I am going to lock this thread shortly after this post. Vanari, you are welcome to come here in Avanthal, but only after you wrap things up properly in other cities you were in and allow a realistic travel time for your PC.