PM to join Two Halves of the Mercenary (Zandelia)

[Sayren WindDancer]

Zandelia agreed that obtaining a sword was simple enough. Even a decent one for any fine warrior of worth. Scabbard and harness including or else the blade was useless for travel. It wasn't Sayren's intent to receive a sword in such a fashion, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt now since the woman said she could do so.

The second and main request Sayren had took a little more thought on Zand's part. She offered a few names in different cities for protection, however, she then stated that a good negotiator had to claim their price first then divulge what was wanted in return. Zandelia couldn't promise invulnerability. Which was expected, Sayren just wanted to be sure there were just look outs from thieves and other assassin like people.

Then Zandelia shifted onto how she said Revy was Sayren's prize, a very notable one at that. The spy could've made her leave, but won't attempt so. As part of their agreed terms. Now for the price, the item or action Sayren would have to either sacrifice or perform in order to balance out their agreement. Zandelia didn't need to barter for Sayren to keep an eye on Revy, Sayren was bound to do so anyways. So now she wanted to see what Sayren would deem an equal price. Which choice should be given? A Personal choice? Or business? Sayren gulped as the woman placed a hand upon her forearm.

The hint seemed dead on, but Sayren wasn't sure if she was reading Zandelia correctly. "I thank you for the sword and connections, but I'm not sure what all I can offer you. I know I've accumulated a small amount of gold from working at the Bubbling Pot as well as some extra from doing some odd jobs here and there. Other than that, I don't have much since my travel from Cyphrus to Nyka."

Her eyes darted to her father's shortbow hanging upon the wall. She hadn't trained with it in so long, yet, she couldn't just offer that onto the table. With that in mind, her eyes dragged back over to Zandelia's, "What would you ask of me?" Now in close contact, Sayren could see that Zandelia only had one good eye. "If...you don't mind me asking...what happened to your eye?"

[Zandelia]

The question took her aback, her mask of calm assertiveness flickering momentarily as her gaze switched to Sayren’s eyes like a thermic lance. There was a fire of anger deep within her emerald green orb for a while as she weighed the question and tried to discern what had motivated it. If she had been jesting it would have possessed more of a playful quality in tone but then Zandelia had always been easily incensed when strangers mentioned her disability. Derogatory comments were always met with a gauntlet to the teeth…for starters. She could find only naïve innocence in the girl though, noting but idle curiosity.

Not particularly well thought out curiosity…but still. A question deserves an answer in turn. Not a full answer but at least the shape of one she thought to herself as she eased the muscles that had involuntarily tensed.

“It was a price paid for something worthwhile,” she returned, her voice distant and airy, “something I would pay again if it meant I had to re-live it. Nothing worthwhile is ever easily gained. Sacrifices must be made and when you get to be my age your scars often outnumber your winnings” she finished in a tone that suggested the matter was closed.

She sighed then and stretched her back in a neat arch as she eased the aches and twinges of her age. She was not getting younger and in many ways had outlived most of her peers. In Sunberth age killed you quicker than in other places. Few made it to be her age without scars and fewer still with her fitness. If she had her way there would be a few more bodies added to the pile to head to the wizards isle – important bodies. That was a consideration for alter however and she smiled as she formulated her requests – one for business in the future. The other…pleasure.

My own lover has loved her after all, it seems only fair that I should have a small taste too – a smaple she toyed with the idea mentally as it gained further attraction to her whimsy.

“As to what you might give me, I have two conditions for what I might offer. The first is that if ever I call for you then you will come to me. Loyal followers can be so difficult to find and as long as Revy is with you I can count two amongst what I can bring to bear,” she started, her tone now kindling some warmth back into the words, “besides I am not sure she will be so willing to aid me when she finds out that I am leaving her. For a time at least” she pulled her gloves off then and flicked them casually to the floor.

“The other condition is that you give me one evening of bliss before I leave. How you do it I leave up to you. Massage, entertainment, and so on. I will be travelling far and this old body could use some caring for before the rigours of the world assail it once more.

She won’t open her legs to get to her father. Would she do it for me? For Revy? Far safety? she asked herself.

There would be a lesson here for the little Sayren, the little fish. What it was would depend upon the answer but either way instruction was required. She smiled, slipped her hand to the back of the other woman’s head and pulled it forwards to taste her lips with a small kiss.

“And now myself and Revy are even…almost” she breathed afterwards.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Zandelia gave out an answer, as vague as it was, but Sayren just assumed it was for the best she didn't know the specific details behind the event. Besides, the woman barely gave her a chance to ask for better elaboration.

That was when Zandelia switched the discussion towards how Sayren could repay Zandelia. Either one, she could be called upon in Zandelia's time of need for whatever reason. Or Two, Sayren must provide her a night of bliss. Didn't matter what kind, just so long as it helped Zandelia relax.

Sayren gulped as she chewed on her lip, she had a feeling what exactly Zandelia was intending for. It was only further established once the woman had placed her lips upon Sayren's. It wasn't harsh. She didn't force it. Just gave a small tug with a small enough kiss to taste the soft flesh of her lips.

As gentle as the act seemed, Sayren froze. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. However, she knew she had to make the offer as enticing as possible to ensure the woman's assistance.

With that, Sayren gently pushes Zandelia onto her back and straddles her lap. "Don't take this as a harlot's gesture. I will complete both of your conditions, to ensure that you uphold your own. I may hate my father, but I love Revy..." She trailed off as she leaned over placed her lips near Zandelia's ear, "I will do anything for her..." She whispered as her eyes welled up. Her fingers had already begun to drag themselves down Zandelia's sides to her hips. Sayren's lips even grazed about Zandeli's jaw till she reached the throat. Giving her tiny simple kisses till she brought herself back to Zandelia's lips. Stopping there.

"What say you?...Do we have a deal?"

[Zandelia]

This was a strange change in circumstance, from threatening to relaxed, from relaxed to morose and then morose to bargaining. Now…now they had proceeded to the realms of agreement and consummation. She had expected some kind of reaction from the youthful woman but what she received was more than that – it was a wilful assent to the extent that Zandelia wondered whether she was doing it as terms of the agreement or because she actually wanted to do so. Perhaps she had always wondered what the reclusive woman that had held Revy’s heart was truly like, perhaps it was a power issue – to prove she held sway over both Revy and Zandelia. It mattered not.

Though she is damned good at her job, she’d make handfuls of gold back at Brega’s. So deviously taunting with those lips… she shuddered slightly as they made their way up her neck, her cheek and then her mouth – she returned the kiss with heated passion as Sayren spoke her last terms, breath hot upon Zandelia’s face.

“You are no harlot, you are better than a harlot. A paid evening is worth little. An exchanged evening is worth the world,” she spoke back as she grabbed Sayren’s waist firmly to lock her in place for the moment, “we have a deal. One evening, though it looks to be more of a day too. Then you will stay here tomorrow and I will return with what you want. If that is all you want?” she smiled.

Her words had been whispered into Sayren’s ear as her hands trailed the back of her garment – pulling at the laces until they were loose enough that the corset sagged. Accompanied by soft lips to Sayren’s neck as a return gesture, a few flashing and gentle bites of building passion and a tongue to the earlobe was all that was required before pulling at the corset’s top until it was gone - Sayren in half of her glory was bathed in the golden light from the window. Hands scratched roughly at flesh, tracing gradually reddening lines across the other woman’s torso as she smiled up at her.

And now to take control she told herself.

The flip was quick and smooth, she had not spent scores of Bells in brothels for nothing after all. Now Sayren was on her back and Zandelia was resting herself fully upon the other woman’s body. She hungrily devoured Sayren’s lips, pulling her as close as she could – it had been an age since she had tasted such fruits as hers.

“We won’t need these I don’t think” she whispered as she pulled what weapons she had off of her person and they clattered to the floor dully, forgotten as a new scuffle began to take place.


oocOkay, feel free to have it fade to black and so on. We can do whatever afterwards if you like. Or we can end it. Up to you. Either way Sayren will get what she has bargained for in my last post

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren received the passionate kiss from Zandelia. It was more breath taking than Sayren gave credit for. It took a few moments for her to catch her breath again when Zandelia parted their lips. Reassuring Sayren that she was no harlot, but far more worthy. With a grasp to Sayren's hips, Zandelia accepted the transaction. Even admitting that maybe it might be more than just a night. However, Zandelia would return with the promised items and agreement.

It didn't take long for Zandelia's experienced hands to strip off Sayren's corset. It relaxed her muscles, making her breathe out when the restraints gave way. Zandelia's kisses up her neck sent jolts down her spine, right up to when Zandelia's tongue reached the earlobe, it was blissful. Her skin crawled when Zandelia finally pulled the corset off. The momentary kiss of cool air against her skin. It put her off guard when Zandelia flipped her onto her backside.

A moment barely skipped by before Zandelia's lips feasted on Sayren's. The woman paused once more. Removing some weapons she had hidden in her clothes. Her eyes widen, surprised by the number of weapons she had kept so well concealed.

"How did-" Her words cut off when the woman so hungrily claimed Sayren's lips again. The young drykas could do little but return the affectionate lust. Zandelia had to have been enjoying this, no way she could be this enthusiastic over something so casual.

She had to at least be sure. Sure that she was at least living up to her price. To do this, she leaned up, grasping onto Zandelia's hair to pull her up. Pressing her bare chest to Zand's as her gaze met hers, "How well am I doing?" She felt uncertain, seeing that the only other woman she had been with was Revy.

[Zandelia]

“Beautifully Sayren, beautifully” she answered, her voice slightly husky with her lust, “but hush, I have been having all of the fun so far. Allow me” she continued smoothly as she kicked off her boots and scrambled so that she was the one now astride Sayren’s small waist.

She smiled down as her fingers reached behind her to unlace her own clothing, loosening it and finally pulling it off completely from the front, fully undone and releasing her ribcage from its vice like grip. She never wore it too tight of course, it restricted her breathing too much and her bust was ample enough without its usage but she still sucked in the air to her lung’s fullest extent with relish an threw the garment to the side with one hand as she traced a finger down Sayren from her lips, across her sternum and to her abdomen.

“Well I’ve done some of the work for you, the rest you’ll have to get off of me yourself” she invited as she teased her fingers across the woman’s muscles, digging her nails in enough to cause a scarping pattern where her nails passed.

She bent down and used her tongue to tease a pattern up her body, first raking across the hip bones and moving upwards to take in both tips of her breasts, one after the other and with a biting that would cause a small amount of pain alongside the pleasure, and then their lips met once more. Once more she bit into Sayren’s lower lip. It was a possessive display all in all, the tone of the physicality clear – stating surely and simply ‘I have claimed you an there is nothing you can do about it’.

And a pretty little thing to claim too. First Revy and now Sayren. And her word to serve me should I need her, as well as her own ends I can help with. An unexpected ally. And lover she told herself as she pulled back and shifted herself downwards so that she could rip the rest of Sayren’s clothing off with animalistic expectation.

Fully revealed to Zandelia’s hungry gaze she was a slip of a thing, all hard muscle, taught tendons and soft curves in the right places. She had some developing to do perhaps as she grew slightly older but there was always the thrill of taking her first Drykas to bed. She could not complain about her lover, she was herself old and hardly the most beautiful f creatures – she never had been. She unlaced the front of her blouse so that it showed more flesh and then brought it close to Sayren’s face for her to get the perfect view.

“Well, one of us in undressed it seems, perhaps you should help me out? Or are you too comfortable where you are my dear?” the words came out as a honeyed purr.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Beautifully Sayren the woman had said. The lust thick in her voice. Excitement in her eyes. Zandelia was definitely anxious for more, and it showed when the woman placed herself beside Sayren. Slowly undoing her own clothes. Lace by lace as the restraining corset around Zandelia's ribcage slowly gave way. Her bust was more ample than Sayren had anticipated. She had guessed most of it had been from the uplifted boost of the corset, but not. The corset was tossed aside aimlessly while a finger now strolled from Sayren's lips, down her chest, and down her belly.

Zandelia only paused for a moment, giving Sayren an invitation for more, since she had done most of the work thus far. Which Sayren agreed. But before Sayren could move to do anything, the woman had began treating herself to Sayren's skin. First lightly tasting it with her tongue, tracing little patterns across her hips. Then boldly grazing upwards to claim Sayren's mounds of flesh. The woman would bite her too. Shocking Sayren at first. Not because she was bitten, she enjoyed it when Revy did so, relished it even. It was just that Zandelia had only bitten harder than Revy normally would.

Within moments, their lips locked. Sayren's tongue dueled with Zandelia's. Trying to assort some bit of dominance. But to no avail as the woman parted their lips, only to nip at Sayren's lower lip. It made Sayren blush. Was the spy really trying to claim her?

Her attention slipped when Zandelia began to untie her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage towards Sayren's sight. Even brought those decadent mounds up to her face for a better viewing. It made Sayren's face red.

Sayren chewed on her lip as Zandelia made her next invitation. "Of course I could help you out." Her tongue gently reached for Zandelia's neck, "I wouldn't dream of making you go without." As she suckled the woman's throat with her lips, her hands reached for the hem of Zandelia's blouse. Lifting it up untill it revealed the woman's ample breasts and covered her face. It made Sayren grin at the opportunity.

She pulled on the blouse, bringing Zandelia on her back. Using the blouse's position as Zandelia's restraints for her arms and a blindfold around her face. Sayren licked her lips before devouring Zandelia's breasts. So soft and tender. Sure the woman may have been older than Sayren, but as to how fit she was. The ample breasts, the slender curve of her hips. It was making Sayren's hips sway in excitement as she brought one arm across Zandelia's side and wrapped it around her hips.

"Hope I didn't scare you. I honestly didn't plan for this part, but I thought it would be exciting."