(Flashback) Double Deviants (Kressha)

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 22 (Late Afternoon), 509 AV It was impulsive, he knew, heading out to Sunberth like this. He would say it was out of character for him, but Orion was trying to figure out just who he was again. He was also aware that Sunberth was dangerous if you were lucky, deadly if not, but he needed to get of Syliras for awhile and refresh himself. He needed to escape from Lyla. The memories that lingered got to be too much at times. He was here to forget. He had ridden along with a group of merchants to the city for protection. It was his first time here, and he could feel an almost overbearing sense that everyone was braced for something to happen, everyone was ready for a fight. He may have been wrong, but his thoughts only served to make it more exciting. It seemed like anything could happen. I'm here to do something stupid. What better place? What better way than booze and women? He crossed his arms as he looked at the mug of ale in front of him. "My companion, for now," he said raising a toast in honor of the drink. "And to many companions to come," he said with a half smile, downing the drink and ordering another. The number of patrons in the bar increased at a steady trickle as he waited, slowly nursing his drink. Orion was seated in such a way that allowed him to best vision of the door, and made little effort to hide his not so pure intentions. Man. Man. Too old. Man. Man. No way. His piercing blue eyes scanned each each potential companion as they entered. A wink, a smile, even a raunchy gesture if he was interested, but few had been able to elicit such a response from him. He would be patient. After all, if he was going to spend this time in Sunberth, he was going to have fun. If he was going to travel all the way across the region like that, he was going to have lots of fun. No matter what.

[Kressha]

Sunbreth, oh how Kressha did so much like this city already. She'd finally finished her travels from Alvadas and arrived here just two days prior and had fallen in love with the place. It didn't have the magical allure like Alvadas had, but she'd learned quickly that magic wasn't exactly allowed here and after a short, or rather long story from the woman at one of the market stands, she understood. But that was ok, people were so openly sexual, tension was high, fights were breaking out on every other street corner that it made up for the lack of magic. The few people that she'd already talked to didn't seem to care about how she talked. If they thought she was a monster, so be it. A monster in Sunbreth, big surprise there. She'd so far only been out an about during the day, having spent her time at night sleeping and catching up on her rest, but now she was ready to see what the city looked like once the sun went down. She was in the mood to play and so she had dressed the part. Wearing her black leather corset, black leather pants and belt, high black leather boots and a pair of black leather gloves. The gloves were mainly to hide the pair of bahg nakh's she had against her palms, the venom covered tips poking out through the fabric between her fingers. All she needed to do was curl her fingers into fists and scratch the points against someone. A little bit of the venom if it got into the blood would hurt like hell and would give her time to get away or shift to defend herself properly. If she got lucky and more of it got in, well, they might still live but it would seem questionable. With her hair left free to hang around her shoulders, Kressha made her way through the market as the sun got lower and lower. The crowds that were usually about during the day were starting to disparate and return home while more shady characters started to emerge. She could feel eyes on her as she stayed out. It probably wasn't the safest choice as she knew slavery was openly practiced here. She felt herself smile as a shiver traveled down her spine. What fun she could have with someone that tried slapping a collar on her. But not tonight, she had other needs she wanted to sate tonight. The flickering lights from the Pig's Foot Tavern lit up the street as she got closer. She could see the day time crowd filing out pairs at a time for the night as some of the shady people she'd seen on the streets went inside. Following a rather larger man inside, Kressha stopped in the doorway and took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the light as she looked around. It was smaller inside than what she figured it would be, but it was well kept, a good sign that the person who owned the place truly cared for it. She couldn't see any doors that led off to other rooms that would normally be for guest use. That would make things tricky if she found someone she wanted to have a little wild romp with. Making her way in until she reached the main counter, the older weathered man behind it looked at her and she gave him a smile. She figured he must be the owner. "Mug of ale, pleassse." She said, setting the required four copper miza that the drink cost on the counter. As he collected the coins and went about getting her drink, she spun herself around and let her back rest against the counter, arms propped up on it as well behind her as she went back to looking around, eyes scanning the people in the room then. This continued until her eyes landed on a man, not to far away from her. His piercing blue eyes had the look that she was sure her own did and she smiled.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 22, 509 AV Orion was beginning to grow tired of this waiting. The tavern was convenient, sure. But did that convenience drive away anyone attractive? I'll wait awhile longer. There seem to be some interesting people coming, now that it's a little darker. He motioned for the barmaid, starting on his third mug of ale. A habit which had increased in the last half year or so, but he didn't mind. The lowered inhibitions only made for a better time in the moment. His patience had nearly worn thin when one person changed the trajectory of the evening. Nope...nope...nope....well what do we have here? The tiniest of smirks appeared on Orion's face. Black leather everything sent Orion's mind whirling. His eyes followed her every move from the moment she stepped foot in the bar, his eyes tracing her outline, tracking every curve, lingering momentarily on the corset before taking a longer stop on her pants. His smirk grew larger as he was certain who it would be tonight. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was always easier in his mind. In his fantasy, Orion could cause anyone to swoon with a look, a simple phrase, or a single touch. In practice, it was a little more.... amateur. He had to throw logic to the curb. The young man hadn't come to Sunberth to place small bets, and tonight he would go all in with this one. Maybe he could keep the talking to a minimum, especially if she wanted what he did. A smile flared for a moment, before withdrawing to nothingness, leaving him with a plain, disinterested expression. Except for his eyes. His eyes always sang the truth, always betrayed him. When he opened them, his eyes were burning with lust. He waited, forcing himself to remain as she made her way to the bar, waiting for her to look over. Come on, come on! It was agonizing, but he needed to learn to wait. Jump the gun and ruin everything. He heart raced as she turned to scan the crowd, and when her eyes locked with his it felt as though it stopped for a moment. He knew one thing. The game was on. He looked away slowly, and then brought his brilliant blue eyes back to meet hers. Tilting his head slightly to the side, while keeping eyes fixed on her, he parted his lips slightly and slowly ran the very end of his tongue along the bottom of upper lip, giving it a slight shine, and before allowing it to retreat into his mouth, bit it gently before it disappeared. His smirk returned, as his eyes slowly moved from her to a chair beside him back to her. Your move, my temptress.

[Kressha]

Kressha felt her brows raise a little as her gaze went from his eyes to his mouth as his his lips parted. From this distance, she could just barely see his tongue poke out to wet his upper lip, making it shine in the flicking light of the candles scattered throughout the tavern. She couldn't see him bit the tip of his tongue though, she was too far away for that, but she could clearly see the desire in his eyes. She didn't return the gesture though, she didn't do much of anything other than just stand there and smile in his direction. She watched his eyes motion her to take the seat next to him and her smile grew. Merv, the tavern's owner, set her mug down behind her and grunted at her to get her attention. She was reluctant to pull her eyes away at first but slowly turned and thanked the man's back as he walked away to take care of his other patrons. Staying at the counter for a bit, she took a taste of her ale, eyes closing a bit at its taste. She didn't drink much, but a little booze didn't hurt to lower her inhibitions. Sometimes it was hard to find a guy that fit her liking as a partner and at times, she had to make do with what she had available. Tonight didn't seem to be the case. Sure, she could still feel several pairs of eyes on her, but there was only one pair she was interested in right now. Lifting her right leg a little, she let her thighs rub against each other a little as her own lust continued to grow, urged on by the fact she'd found someone pretty much as soon as she'd walked inside. Deciding after a few moments that she's stayed at the bar long enough, she took another sip of her drink and let her eyes open again as she pushed herself away from the counter and started toward her blue eyed target. She didn't walk too fast toward him, making it a leisurely pace toward him, letting her hips sway slightly with each step. That little act was actually surprisingly hard to do and make look natural, her small frame not really having that much in the form of curves to work with, but she'd practiced and was sure it looked pleasing. As she go closer, she let her eyes slowly look over his body. The way he was sitting pretty much had his whole form laid out for her inspection and her eyes looking him up and down before looking to the chair that was seated next to him. Her smile turned into a smirk then before she bit at her lower lip a little, dragging the caught flesh out slowly only to have it slightly swollen and a bright red in color from the attention. Coming to a stop in front of him instead of the chair he had indicated, she leaned in closer to him, as if she were going to whisper something in his ear, but instead, her free hand reached back over his shoulder, her fingers curling around the back of the chair he was sitting on as she lifted herself up into his lap, her legs spread around him as she straddled his lap. Still in close against him, she took a moment to breath in his scent before she did in fact whisper to him. "I ssink I like ssisss ssseat more." Tightening her grip on the back of the chair while her other hand kept her mug of ale steady, she rocked her hips a little and scooted herself up farther onto his lap, nearly pressing herself fully against him. "Don't you?" She asked, her head pulling back away from his ear finally so she could look at his face again, her dark brown eyes locking with his bright blue ones. It was clear from her actions what she wanted, there was no doubting that.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 22, 509 AV When she simply smiled at his invitation, he allowed himself to return the gesture. He ran a hand through his short black hair, his eyes remained locked on her. With Merv's provided distraction, Orion turned the chair to face her fully. She would come over, he was sure of it. No one smiled like that, otherwise. This night was turning out much better than it seemed like it would. Moments ago he was ready to give up. Now this trip was looking as though it was worth it. He picked his mug, taking a slow drink. It felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. His mind was racing. She was different than anyone in this bar, anyone he'd ever met. The way she carried her self, the way she knew what she wanted. If that wasn't enough to drive him crazy, when she turned and began walking towards him, he hadn't a choice but to sit up and enjoy the show. Each. And. Every. Step. Slow, sensual, calculated. This tiny brown eyed beauty was pushing each and every one of Orion's buttons. The way she swayed, the way her eyes locked on his. She's good. She's really good. She could project exactly what she wanted. It was a case of student and master, and Orion couldn't help but be intrigued by that scenario. His eyes drank in each movement as she approached. Now entranced, he leaned slightly forward, the young man barely containing his desires. When she bit her lip, a small exhale escaped on its own, and Orion found himself subconsciously giving his own lower lip a soft bite. He released it quickly, his smile only growing larger, his eyes a mix of laughter and desire. Mimicing? I'm afraid she's got me. He leaned forward as she do the same, but barely contained a gasp as she lifted herself onto his lap. For a moment his face flushed, and he let out a small breath to keep himself centered. He reached for his mug as she scooted, but halted when she spoke. He closed his eyes briefly as shivers ran up and down his body. Her voice, the way she speaks. Everything so exotic, so foreign to this inexperienced human. One hand softly caressed her thigh before remaining there, as he just gave up on getting his drink with the other. He leaned in and allowed his lips to brush her ear before he whispered back, emphasizing each word with the movement of his hips. "It's. The. Best." His hand slid slowly up her thigh as his breaths grew deeper. It continued up her side as his free hand found its way to her other leg. "I don't want to know your name. I don't want to tell you mine. I just want a night that we'll never forget. If that happens, maybe I'll let you know a little something about me; so you can crawl back to me. But only if you're bad." With one hand he took a handful of her hair, holding her head against his so she had to look into his eyes, while the other traveled excruciatingly slow towards her inner thigh. His sky blue eyes were burning hotter than ever.

[Kressha]

Kressha let out a small groan and let her eyes close for a moment as she felt his hand rest against her thigh. She hadn't missed how he had mimiced her move of biting her lip, the momentarily flush of his face or even how he had closed his eyes when she'd sat on his lap. She'd been worried for a moment that he'd be too afraid to touch her, but that didn't see to be the case as he leaned in and whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the small hairs on her neck as his hips moved just slightly with each word. The little movements though had caused her to slide a bit back. Tightening her grip on the back of the chair again, she pulled herself forward more until she was flush against him, her legs spread fully around him as her feet wrapped around the back of the chair to hold her in place. She could hear his breathing starting to get deeper as she felt his hand moving, sliding up her thigh and up her side as his other hand found her other thigh. She couldn't help but grin at what he said then, his desire was thick in his voice as he spoke. She could do no names, she could do with not telling him anything about herself. She'd gotten lucky, the man truly did just want to play and that was exactly what she'd been looking for. Feeling his hand grab a handful of her hair and force her head to stay in one spot, she let out a groan as her eyes locked with his, her lips parting as her own breathing deepened. "You might be sse one crawling back to me." She whispered out as her legs tightened on the chair and her hips rocked themselves forward, grinding against hand and possibly hardened extremity hidden in his pants. She bit at her lip again and groaned. "Ssough, if you pull my hair a little harder, I might jussst sssubmit to you." Setting her mug of ale down on the table next to them so she didn't spill it, she look her free hand and moved it down between their bodies, her fingers brushing up against his own before she pressed against the back of his hand, pressing him in between her thighs, against her growing warmth. She let out a low moan and let her tongue slip out to lick over her lips at the touch and smiled. She knew they were probably making a scene and seeing as there weren't rooms here, she guessed the owner didn't support this kind of behavior. "Ssshall we go find a private corner sssomewhere?" Ok, so they wouldn't find a corner, it would have to be somewhere outside. Perhaps behind one of the closed up market shops. Kressha didn't have anything against having a little fun under the moon.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 22, 509 AV "I can only hope my mind is so blown," he said of her first comment, letting a small moan escape his lips as she pressed against him. He wanted this woman, and no part of body denied this fact, as she would surely notice. Each of her moans elicited a small smile, each movement met with a faint shallow gasp. He wished to tear into her and nothing more, and if things went as they did, Orion was sure his desire would come to be. "And thanks for the tip," he said, giving the hair a slight pull. "I do believe I'll keep that in the back of my mind." He flashed a devious smile, releasing his grip on her hair, slowly tracing his fingers down her neck to the small of her back before resting there. His eyes closed again as her hand touched his and pressed it against her thigh, only growing more excited as he could feel her desire, her lust. If only it could be this straightforward each time, he wondered. No complications, just submission to the bodies wants and wishes. His tongue pushed from his lips slightly as it had done earlier, again tracing slowly across his lips, a gentle bite greeting the end before retreating as before. He couldn't control it at this point, a slave to his own fervor. The scene they were making was not lost on him, nor was Orion unaware of the dangers of Sunberth, but being drunk on passion and impaired by ale, knowledge of the said didn't translate to fear of. He could only smile. "A corner, you say? Perhaps we could start there," he said, his eyes giving a mischievous twinkle. "I do have a room at an inn, if that suits your fancy." The hand she touched slid slowly up the length of her thigh. "But I can't say I would be opposed to a few stops along the way."

[Amora]

Character:Orion Michaels
Experience:
Drinking- 2
Seduction- 5
Observation- 4
Rhetoric- 1

Lore:
Alcohol Is Helpful In Forgetting
Patience Is Rewarded
Eye's Are The Key To Desire
Using Your Mouth For More Than Talking
Leather Clad Seductress -Kressha
Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words
Hips Are The Key To Sex

Gained/Lost
-8 Miza (Ale)
Disliked at the Pig's Foot Tavern


Character:Sseevrakressha
Experience:
Seduction- 5
Observation- 4
Drinking- 1
Acrobatic- 2
Rhetoric- 1

Lore:
Sunbreth Practices Slavery
How To Dress For Attention
Leather Is Attractive
Laps Are Better Than Chairs
Blue Eyed Man- Orion Michaels
Body Language Catches The Eye
Being Prepared for Attackers ( Weapons on hand)
Hips Are The Key To Sex

Gained/Lost
-4 Miza (Ale)
Disliked at the Pig's Foot Tavern


Additional Note:
Well that was just one hot ball of heat! Great performance on both parts. But do consider the weight that chair would have to have held up. Most likley it would have broken with over 200 pounds on it. I realize you were focused on each other but you can mentally note the small things and figure out ways to play those in.

Make sure you subtract the amount of money you used from your ledger. Orion yours is 8 miza because you drank your first one down and then ordered another.

If you have any questions or concerns about what was awarded, please don't hesitate to PM me.