Drunken, Angry, Comfort[Tydus Tempus]

by **Callipsia Tempest** on May 1st, 2014, 12:09 am

Day 28 of Spring in the Year 514 AV

Callipsia was never an ill-tempered woman. Tatianna always told her she was the calmest baby she ever had; only ever cried when she had to, never more, always slept the whole night through. There were times she was bitter in life - sullen, even on occasion, but angry? A time when normally still blue eyes crashed with Laviku's rage, when her breathed pulsed and heaved with every heart beat, when normally tan knuckles are stretched white into fists? She could count those times on one hand.

This was now one of them.

"What the petch was that, Tydus?" The Svefran woman yelled at him outside the Alements, the twilight sky paying their feud no heed. Alcohol was strong on her breath, and the ties on the front of her shirt were loose, making her budding cleavage plainly visible to any standing close enough. She fought the urge to slur her words, a metallic taste writhing begrudgingly on her tongue from the dregs of her last ale.

Her eyes painfully followed a handsome shadow that rounded the corner before closing, bracing her hand on a nearby wall before letting out a deep sigh. As the events still flashed in her mind, she was still in some collective shock that it even happened. Here she had gone to the Alements' opening, to escape a while, to find her confidence. It was very unlike Calli, but she met this man - a foreign man, who spoke Fratava, and sung shanties! His dark eyes and warm hands captured her, and for the first time, she found herself forgetting her stutter! Yet as they left together, and excitement built within her that she would finally explore her womanhood with a man...Tydus came, a flurry of voices stormed, some shoving occurred, and here she was. Alone.

Visi hissed at Tydus as she crawled out from the alley before joining her mistress, coiling up her legs to rest on her hips comfortingly. Callipsia drew upon her Tavan's presence as a token of courage before her wild eyes met her pod-brothers, and the words began.

"I don't know what y'were thinkin'," the young Lia began, "Or what'you think is best for me - actually, you know what? I don't petchin' care what you think's best for me!" The girl had pushed off the wall at his point, and was gesturing wildly in her rant at Tydus, eyes occasionally breaking from him to look into the distance, only to return with renewed vigor.

"You've gone and petched half the girls in town with your barnacle cock, an' I try an' finally come out of m' shell, on m'own, where I don't got t'worry about you, or the rest of th'Pod petchin' judgin' my every move - and wha'? I'm not allowed?" A sarcastic bitterness crept into her voice as the girl narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Well, 'till you sprout a jellyfish 'tween your legs, I'm the Lia - and how dare you presume to get in the way of my -"

The girl was a footstep from him now, and blushed as she realized in her stupor she was moments from admitting that was to be her first time. Normally, this wouldn't matter to her. Sex was talked about and discussed freely amongst the Svefra, and it wasn't shame that stopped her. Merely...other things. Other memories of brusques in the cabin of her casinor unfufilled, touches whose haunts still place shivers on her spine. What would admitting her frustrations now do to him? What would it do to her? She was standing inches from him, her face close to his and eyes giving him no quarter; he would feel the brush of Visi's scales at his waist, surely. And even now, in this moment, his eyes - like mirrors of her own...

No. No, he angered her. She lowered her gaze as Visi tightened gently to remind her of that. Her eyes back up freshly hardened as she cleared her throat once more. "Well, Tydus? What d'you have t'say t'your Lia?"

by **Tydus Tempest** on May 24th, 2014, 5:54 am

The world around Tydus was little more than a blur of rampant movement and indistinct sounds. Tydus had, in the light of the Alements, been able to see that Callipsia, his 'Lia' in nothing but name, was about to go and sell herself to a normal. Or, at the least, it was what it appeared to be so. She was speaking to a ruddy normal in Fratava, the womanhood of the Svefra and the future of the Tempest line in jeopardy of being tainted by what Tydus perceived as a threat. He didn't know if it was the alcohol that had compelled him to intervene, or residual attachment, want, or his own desires, but he had stepped in, and now, he was being interrogated about it.

Callipsia spoke far too fast for the Svefra to coordinate a proper response, or to interrupt her, words flying from her lips in slurred, indistinct sentences, though she could be understood if Tydus paid close attention. Of course he smelled the alcohol, the amount of drink the woman had consumed though, paled in comparison to his own. He remembered only a portion of what he had consumed, knowing that he had depleted his entire supply of rum, then two cups more from Caelum's own supply. The flask sat again at his sash, newly filled with the sweet elixir, but he had finished the night pounding round after round of rum, singing shanties in the lantern light to the steady rhythm of the bard's tuned mandolin.

Of course, this flickered him back to the present, the Tempest staring down his Lia with ocean's blue eyes, facing the full brunt of her words before he moved forward, confronting her with a retort as he struggled to remember the gist of what she had asked, only to remember the term 'barnacle cock' and a jibe about growing a jellyfish between his legs.

Instead, the Tempest went off on his own tangent, stepping forward so that if the Svefra woman was facing him, she would clearly smell the distinct musk of rum upon his lips. Tainted by ale as it was, the taste was still strong in his mouth, and Tydus re-visited it with each word uttered and each breath taken,

"L-lia, eh? Puttin' uppn a poor example o'it, ain't ye? Whaddif Neri were 'ere to see ye suckin' teh face of a ruddy norm, eh? Or Aqi? Bad exam..."

The Tempest decidedly left the sentence unfinished, the scent of liquor fading from his nostrils as the woman's own ocean's scent filled them instead. The Oceanus gnosis upon her body crashed upon his senses, his stomach awash in the midst of the ocean's tides as he stepped forward, shaking his head as he pressed himself to Callipsia, eyes nearly closed in his haze before he reached for her hands,

"It's selfush of me... but I don' wan ye to runn off with uthers..."

The thought, too genuine and lacking eloquence to be false, spilled from his lips just before they pressed to hers, the Tempest scion shaking his head as he moved past his Lia and back towards the ship,

"Bu'do what ye wan... yer righ', Leeya."

by **Callipsia Tempest** on May 25th, 2014, 12:52 am

Callipsia discovered the truth smells like rum and bitter stares. As Tydus loomed over her - which was impressive, considering he didn't have that much height on her. But still, she held her ground, even shoving her Tavan off of her body. Visi hissed in protest at the sudden gesture, but inevitably skulked back to the wall knowing her Svefran companion did not cast her aside lightly. As he closed the gap, the woman couldn't deny the feelings stirring within her loins at the intensity of his stare, the fire in his eyes and fire of his breath akin to the fire in her belly.

He wronged you, she reminded herself, Don' let 'im win so easy. Nodding to herself in comfort, she raised her chin to meet his hazed gaze.

And then he spoke.

"L-lia, eh? Puttin' uppn a poor example o'it, ain't ye? Whaddif Neri were 'ere to see ye suckin' teh face of a ruddy norm, eh? Or Aqi? Bad exam..."

"-Stop!"The girl cried as he was trailing off, fighting to avert her gaze to anything but his ever-intense stare. Callipsia balled her fists and crossed her arms under her chest protectively, lowering her gaze to hide to swell of tears. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, the disappointment of tonight, or the anger at his stupid hypocrisy - but if she had to hear him go on a second longer, she'd have clapped her hands on his ears like the old fighting master taught her and run away.

Yes. Yes, y'are a poor example of a Lia, The thoughts began to creep in and seize her stronger than Visi's tendril, squeezing and constricting her with everything she had. For lettin' him walk his way over yah, day in, day out. Never leadin' the Pod. Jus' leading your feet forward.

The waves on her Ocenaus mark were hurling and crashing with her emotions, as embittered as she was. The gorgeous twilight she was entranced with a moment ago now looked dull. Even Laviku's majesty couldn't do anything for her right now. She backed herself against the wall and shivered to herself, letting Tydus' comments hang unanswered in the air as their truth stung like saltwater in an open wound.

Before she had time to tell him otherwise, she found him pressed against her suddenly, forcing her gaze to his eyes. He took her hands in his in a way that arrested her; the heady crease of their torsos molded together seamlessly as he pushed his body weight onto hers. His musky-rum soaked breath bore down on her, eyes capturing her gaze as words spilled out the Lia never expected to hear:

"It's selfush of me... but I don' wan ye to runn off with uthers..."

Was that...jealousy? Possessiveness? Not familial, but carnal? Her lips fell slightly aslack in surprise, head tilting at the implications of his words. Before she had a moment to respond to this, his lips here on hers. Just as she felt fire in her breast and something unknown come alive in her lips, and make her kiss back...he'd pulled back, walking sullenly away towards where the ships were docked.

"Bu'do what ye wan... yer righ', Leeya."

As a chill crept up her body when his warmth left her, and she watched him stumbled toward the docks. She considered them - and the night ahead of her. Callipsia considered the nerves that tingled on her lips, and the swell in her breasts - and the way her heart quickened as he looked at her just before that kiss; as he confessed his jealousy to her.

And then the Lia knew what she wanted.

Quickly, Calli padded after him, her body swaying to and fro with her alcohol consumption. Visi slithered loyally a few feet back. As she caught him, she spun him by the shoulder, shoved him against the nearest wall with his head in her hands and she planted a deep, moist kiss against his lips. Her breasts, still managing to stay within the loosened ties of her shirt, pressed hard against his chest, hips reared against his as she tasted the rum on his lips again. She broke the kiss fiercely to lock eyes with him, breath now ragged from the sudden surge. Her hands stroked the back of his neck and tugged at his slightly longer than normal hair.

"An' what'f I wan'you?" She asked quietly, her blond locks falling all around her face.

by **Tydus Tempest** on May 25th, 2014, 8:00 pm

Tydus' back pressed to the wall as Callipsia turned his body, the Svefra secretly glad for the weight, for he surely would have tumbled and fallen like mad on his return to the docks. A swell of arousal swirled within the Svefra's mind as he felt her commandeer him, her body pressed to his, the smell of liquor awash in his senses. The Svefra was spun into the swirl of Callipsia's desire, lips pressed to his as he felt his chest hammer against her breasts, the furious pounding of his heart stirring in his mind as he reciprocated her kiss.

Then she pulled away to speak, words clearly asking a convoluted question. He had no idea how to react to her words, but her body... her warmth radiated against his body, her words spilling the versed question of what he felt for her. Tatianna. Her visage haunted his very soul, nightmares had sprung about for weeks after the decimation of the pod. She spoke to him in the middle of the night, haunting him, blaming him, chastising him. Tydus could not sleep properly, resorting to the very drink that cursed him with the hangovers he detested. Rum and ale were his staples, holding him, tethering him to the clasp of sanity. He was, though, more than anything, clinging to pleasure in order to deny himself the world of pain.

And Callipsia, even if Tydus did not realize it at the moment, offered him a chance. A chance at the conquest he could never have otherwise. He reached for it, wanted it. Needed it. Callipsia received the culmination of the lust and love for her mother as Tydus pressed forward, the Svefra's hand moving to his Lia's jaw. He held it in place as his lips pressed against hers, his heart racing in his chest, pulsing fiery, alcohol-ridden blood through his system as he parted her lips with his own, a sample of what was to come later. He turned around, and guided the woman forward as his body sobered up with the promise of pleasure.

"'Ten, let's not head ta' the docks, Calli... We'll find a place tah' stay for teh night... An inn er sometin."

The Tempest's feet took him and Callipsia to an inn that the man recognized, the muscle memory of his feet taking him from the docks and past the Alements and towards the city proper. Several chimes passed in relative silence as the two made their ascent towards the Kulkukan Inn. Tydus remembered nothing of the place short for it was moderately nice.

"Ah lass, here's fer a nice enough room, yeah?"

There was absolutely no regard for the woman in his words, speaking to her in Fratava despite the fact that she was obviously not a Svefra. He placed five silver mizas on the table without a care for the woman's confused expression. He scattered them on the table with no real care before guiding himself and Callipsia towards a small, nice enough looking room with no regards for the woman or the social niceties of reserving an inn or even speaking the same language. After all, there were important and promising things going on.

He was too drunk to care.

by **Callipsia Tempest** on June 5th, 2014, 4:12 pm

Callipsia never expected an answer in their swollen state. How she managed to bravely stride up to him in her state without falling over was something of an accomplishment, and now she clung to his body in some ways as she felt him cling to her; both so desperately drunk, they would fall over without one another their to hold each other. Their heavy alcoholic breath heaved with one another in the empty space after her question as she felt both his and her own arousal tighten, her heart practically beating out of her chest, lips left slightly parted. Staring at one another in silence.

This was her conquest. This was her proof, that she was Lia, and that she was his ruler, and he was hers to take. The words and jests of advice of Tatianna loomed in her head as she stared up at him.

You are his Lia, and he is yours to take,, the thought murmured it's way through her mind as his hand took her jaw, his lips finding hers swiftly. Stifling a moan, one of her hands grabbed at the loose ends of the sash around his waist, with a firm grip, pulled him closer to her in that heady moment before he broke apart. As he spoke, her grip slid from the sash to his lower abdomen, though she refused to simply release him.

"'Ten, let's not head ta' the docks, Calli... We'll find a place tah' stay for teh night... An inn er sometin."

Calli nodded surly, and walked with her hand on his waist - half just to feel what all those years at sea had really done to the man's body, half because she was sure walking alone would mean falling on her face. Vaguely, she hears Visi slithering behind her from a respectable distance, before she pauses their saunter, and taps into her Oceanus mark, after some considerable effort.

"Go home, Visi - I got this from here, y'know - I'll see y'on our boat t'morrow," The girl managed to choke out. Calli could have sworn she saw the snake wink at her before turning the other way and out of sight.

Somewhere in the blur after that, they found themselves at the inn, and where Tydus was places coins on the table. Calli was too drunk to tell if he had talked to the normal in Common or Fratava, and far to drunk to tell if the coins he plopped on the table were enough to cover the room. She simply nodded in the woman's general direction, offered a quick Thank you in Common, most likely, before grabbing Tydus by the sash and pulling him up the stairs to where the rooms are. She vaguely heard the woman shout, "Three from your left!" at the top of the stairs, and gradually made her way that direction.

She mentally counted in her head to the rooms, before pulling Tydus' body to the door and kissing him heavily on it, raising one of her legs to his hips. Her hands roamed his torso as though seeking an access point, rolling over them in kneads and gropes. Everything felt so new to her. She wanted to touch all of it.

Lowering her leg, she circled his waist with one of her hands and opened the door with the other, slowly turning and finding a way to sit herself on the bed. There was no light in the room, save for the moonlight that streamed in and cast light shadows across the window sills onto the plain, but adequate bed. Calli's hair was cascaded to one side of her face and down one shoulder, the ties on the front of her shirt no longer worth anything and her breasts mere throbs away from freedom. Her skirt was disheveled and ridden up in their walk, revealing the long, sunkissed legs that Tatianna gave her.

And then she raised her eyes to him - nervously, but commandingly, waiting for him to join her.

by **Tydus Tempest** on June 6th, 2014, 6:40 am

Nailed to the door. Tydus felt nothing save for the pressure and heat of the woman's body keeping him tied to it. He heard nothing but the bothered breathing streaming from both mouths, longing and desire culminating into the sheer, consuming waste of intimacy. The man had long forgotten where he was, his mind reduced to nothing save for the sheer instinct that drove him. His thoughts garbled and sunken beneath the seas of liquor that engulfed him.

For liquor was not consumed by Tydus. He drank it, and took it, pouring it down his throat like water, but he did not consume it. It consumed him. Gripped him. Owned him. And all too willingly did he surrender to its magical influence. All to willingly did he forsake his mind and act only by the means of the body. It was the calling liquor brought to him. And the fact that the body pressed to him was one likewise devoured by drink and lust was merely a catalyst to further his own need.

Callipsia moved the fabric of his tunic, playing at it for a moment before lifting it upwards, his body, in the prime of life and toned from life at sea, surrendered to her touch. He reveled in the sensation of cool hands pressing to warm skin, chills of pleasure rolling down his spine as lips intertwined and consumed, engulfed in their engagement as they parted and shifted in accordance with one another. A dance led forth, for the moment, by the Lia of the Tempest pod, Callipsia, though when the door opened and she pulled away, her control was forfeited by default.

She beckoned at him, calling and asking without words, her eyes cast along Tydus' body, and he quickly utilized the moment to close the door behind him with a movement of his foot, a sway rocking his body before he caught his balance. The Tempest removed his shirt, tossing it onto the ground as a heap of fabric. His bare chest and torso were exposed to the dim moonlight that seeped into the room and the present, but weak chill of Spring's night.

The walk to the bed, though mere strides in number, was akin to the stalking of a predator of its prey before a hunt. The instinct drove deeply into his mind, wedged in his thoughts as the captivation of desire elicited from him the freedom that was lust. All-encompassing and suppressing, it removed from him the understanding of balance, moderation, relations and etiquette. He was removed from it and it was replaced by mere desire, swirling and festering, increasing in intensity as Laviku-blessed eyes moved along the curvature of the woman's body. She was the visage of Tatianna, but more so, just as her mother was, she was a specimen and a testament to what was perfection in the Svefra race. The embodiment of female perfection, at least in the mindset that he was in.

Callipsia appealed to him far more than he could ever anticipate or bring himself to admit in the context of sobriety. She, like her mother, was the physical culmination of what he considered divinity in the mortal coil, though with inhibitions in place, he fooled himself. With none on either side, he was free to explore that which he desired most, and he took the chance. Strides that took mere ticks, but in his mind it may as well have been bells, propelled him towards the woman. He slid along the side of the bed, making his way so that his body was pressed to Callipsia's, chest pressed to chest in a fluid manner that belied his drunken state as his hands traversed Callipsia's willowy legs, resting upon her thighs and tracing in a slow pattern before he took her thigh in his palm and pressed to the flesh.

Her warmth got to him first, and she would hear the change in his breathing as want rose farther along his mind. Tydus did not ignore his desires, his lips pressing themselves to the Tempest Lia's, moulding against hers as his chest pressed further into hers. Her breasts would be fully, delicately so, pressed to his torso as his free hand found its way to the small of the Svefra woman's back, slithering between the fabric of her shirt to press against flesh. His hands hungered for her just as his mind and the rest of his body, their craw along her thigh moving higher, easily slipping beneath her skirt as his other hand slowly brought her shirt to a climb along her torso, just at the level of her breasts as he parted his lips from hers to breathe.

Hot breath licked at the woman's neck for a mere tick before his lips found their way there in its stead, trailing their blaze along the side of her neck as his body offered itself to Callipsia's own desires. The Svefra male was, as she claimed and whether Tydus knew it or not, hers to command.

Count: 838

by **Callipsia Tempest** on July 16th, 2014, 1:32 am

For moments, before Tydus launched his affectionate assault upon her, she drank in how the man's naked chest looked in the moonlight, and smirked to herself. Mine to have, The words came into her mind, as though it was some new fact to revel in, despite it being known for many years. Tydus was the epitome of the Svefra male - the intense chords of muscle revealed themselves at every movement and flex like metal working under velvet. For years, she passed off his affections for her mother and disregarded his specimen of a figure, years she went treating him like the older brother he never was, constantly elsewhere, constantly learning other things. Her gaze went many places, but it never laid its sights on the charismatic young man that she knew so long.

But after all these years, it was a beautiful sight to see.

She felt the full force of his lust as he sprung to the bed and pressed himself to her. In Tatianna's cabin, she'd used to spy on the men she'd take to bed though a small hole, and most possessed a grace and care as they set about pleasuring the gracious Lia - but this was far more personal. As his hands rode along the flesh of her thighs until they found a place to hold on, the heat of his hands made her gasp for air, the sensation from another person sudden and awash with feeling. When heard his breath in that split second, it sounded like hunger - a deep desire for her that went far beyond duty, far beyond love. This was possession. This was desperation. It made her bite her lip and sigh in the moment before returning to the kiss, so fully enraptured by the sensation. It was protection, it was warmth. Each heady second he spent on her lips and locked on her body was a second that her job as Lia would not matter, and she was once again just Calli.

However, even in bliss, these moments don't last. As his head dipped to feast at the crook of her neck, torturing her first with the tease of his breath, she rested for a moment and reveled in the ecstasy of his hands all over her, running under her clothes, playing with every pore he could touch. But soon she felt an ache in her breasts and between her legs, knowing she wanted more. She too, hungered, desired.

And she wouldn't just let him take all the pleasure for her. As his lips remained on her neck, she wrapped her arms around him and tossed all of her weight to the side, flipping him to be under her. Momentarily releasing his arms, she sat up and straddled him, tossing her hair in the moonlight and offering a cocky grin. With a few ticks, and a few experimental rocks of her hips on his in the process, the pitiful shirt was tossed aside, and her breasts stood firm in the cold night chill, perfectly framing the toned muscle cavity that swelled and hollowed under her ribcaged as she took her ragged breaths.

However, wherever Tydus' hands and lips had chosen to wander at this point, their time to wander was momentarily done. She grasped his hands in hers and pinned them above his head, her breasts hanging momentarily over his head. Slowly, she lowered her torso down from where it hung to rest her chest upon his and leave some long kisses on his lips, but with his hands still captive, she began kissing down his face to his neck. And as the neck was explored, she kissed down further across his chest, his torso, his nipples, his abdomen. His body was new, it was a conquest - and the art of this conquest was new to her, but somewhere in her, this felt right. this felt natural. Her lips roamed his body in a way similar to how Visi roamed hers as she dried after her morning prayers - erring here and there, the tongue flicking to taste the occasional skin, but always finding something new. Eventually, she sighed, the pressure near her sex creating a strange, wonderful sensation against her. As a chill returned, she returned her naked torso to lay across his, his hands now released from their temporary prison. her skirt was ridden up almost to her waist, everything else laid gone and forgotten. There was only him, and her, and their carnal battle. And it felt good.

Another breathy moan escaped Callipsia at the new sensations of pleasure about all of this, waiting for him to play his next hand so she could figure out what she was meant to do next.

by **Ragdoll** on September 27th, 2014, 10:56 pm

A Pawful of Goodies!

Calli, should you return, PM me and I'll grade your portion of the thread.

Tydus :

Don't forget to edit your grading request! Though I try my hardest to award you what you deserve, I may occasionally mess things up! If there's something you'd like to discuss about your grade, then please don't hesitate to send me a PM and I'll be happy to work things out with you.

Skill	Points
Seduction	3
Massage	2
Observation	2

Closed Drunken, Angry, Comfort[Tydus Tempus]