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A Night to Remember

Postby Amael on February 14th, 2014, 5:13 pm

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He planted a reverential kiss upon her palm and her body trembled, akin to the quaking of the earth. As the mercenary leaned, she bowed her body into his, fluid and yielding. Every pore sang with anticipation, every nerve quivered as he swept the locks from her face, fingertips finding purchase at her jaw. And as he kissed her she felt strangely dizzy, tethered only by his touch, so weightless as to be unattached from the floor.

Gods, what was this? She gasped into the kiss, arms encircling his neck, fingers tangling in his chestnut hair. Their slow cadence assumed an upward climb, lips becoming quicker and more insistent as they tangled together. Oh and he tasted how he smelled - of wine and wood. She drank him in, her lips parting in a gentle sigh, all too eager to indulge in this new sensation. But he drew back, eyes searching.

Pressing her forehead to his, she chuckled. Her gaze was volcanic. ”Yes,” she breathed. ”Please.” It was all she could manage. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered were the two of them. ”Here… Let me.” Fumbling in her pockets, she produced her keys in the hopes of unlocking her apartment. Her hands shivered in that brief respite; it took a few deep breaths just to steady her herself enough to open the lock.

She turned, slow and deliberate, taking him by the hand. Whether he followed would be up to him. But her gaze was scorching, her intent transparent. Lost in the thick haze of desire and intoxication, she suddenly knew what she wanted. And were he to join her, she’d move to close the door behind them.

If not, she’d try to compose herself, smoothing her clothes down in a shaky farewell.

Either way, she’d unfasten the catch of her cloak, allowing it to pool in heap of fabric upon the floor.
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A Night to Remember

Postby Noven on February 15th, 2014, 3:26 am

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Her gaze burned, sending sparks of heat flying through his veins and pooling at his center. It was all the consent he needed, even if she had not spoken, though the two, simple words, more breath than sound, drove his urges even more primal than they had been before. She was so soft, so vulnerable. He could take her, right then and there, not bothering with beds or clothes. Nov had the upperhand in strength, and he had no illusions about what he wanted. He could have had her anytime during the entire span of their acquaintance, since that first moment he had stumbled in through her window.

But, in a haze of conflicted confusion and feelings he thought he'd long since buried, along with countless bodies of those he had cared for, he didn't.

In the end, the choice had been left up to him. Even as Mae took his hand in hers and lead him into the familiar contours of her apartment, he had the power to leave or stay. Should he leave, the mercenary wondered? He might be doing a service to her if he did. Nov knew better than anyone he was nothing but trouble, with his hatred of the Daggerhands. With his curse.

But the Isur had proven herself a worthy ally, and a competent one at that. She didn't seem afraid to act against one of the most powerful gangs in Sunberth, and not once did she balk at the enormity of what they'd been planning. Perhaps, for the first time, he had found someone...

Nov's eyes watched as Mae's cloak fell to the ground.

In less than the span of a tick, his single, long stride closed the distance between them and pulled her into another kiss. Except this time, as soon as their lips touched, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her tentatively. Then his shyness darkened to greed as his tongue found hers. It was fever hot, and he needed more. He toyed with it, teased it, wondering if she tasted just as good under all those irritating obstructions known as clothes. His hands slowly trailed down the sides of her body, wandering to her back, then lower. He squeezed, pressing her warm, pliant flesh against the hardness of his, and the sensation forced a low sound to vibrate from his mouth to hers.

Nov broke the kiss as he slid one hand under her clothes to feel the naked smoothness of her waist. His breaths were tumbling out quicker now, and when his hand rose to reveal her pale, flawless flesh, he moaned her name in a faint whisper.

"Mae..."

Then he tugged down at the fabric to expose more of her neck and lowered his mouth to her throat, nuzzling, feeling, breathing in all that her skin and warmth had to offer. He drew his lips upward to her ear and bit it gently before parting her mouth with another slow, burning kiss.

Nov had one, final moment of clarity and doubt before diving into the deep end. "Last chance to get rid of me..." he murmured into her ear, breath hot against her skin.


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A Night to Remember

Postby Amael on February 16th, 2014, 8:01 pm

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Mae had never given a part of herself to anyone, at least not in an intimate way. She’d had engagements before, little flirtations and long-term affairs, but neither really led anyplace. Ultimately, she would always return to the drawing board, sated and ready to work. But this was different. This was a need greater than occasional companionship; it was the need for him, Noven, the mercenary who’d stumbled through her window. It was as if two gears had aligned, revealing a craving in her so deep, it overshadowed all sense of reason.

In one, single step he overtook her, pulling the Isur into a scorching embrace. Their tongues moved together in a gentle sussurus, building a sense of urgency just between her thighs. She sighed into his mouth, pressing her knees together, indulging and yet resisting the building, desperate ache. In turn, his hands mounted a personal exploration, sliding beyond the veil of fabric that cloaked her stomach, calloused hands sliding atop her smooth, silvery skin.

The sound of her name drove her wild. Wanton, she hooked her leg around his, adding delicious, torturous pressure between their hips. All the while she made her own discoveries, nipping tenderly at flesh of his collarbone, hooking a finger at the neck of his shirt to fish it downward. Only then was she hyperaware of all the clothing they had on, but before she could start the hunt for hems and seams, Noven gave her one final chance to escape.

At the whispering against her ear, she inhaled sharply, overwhelmed by sensation. It took her a moment to regroup; he managed to scramble her thoughts so completely that speech suddenly seemed impossibly complex. ”Never,” she gasped, moving to half-kiss, half-bite bite the nape of his neck as deft hands reached to shift the coat from his shoulders.

Mae again pressed her lips to his, agonizingly slow as she moved to disrobe him. This, she wanted to indulge in. She allowed the desire to mount, feeling it pool at her core. He would no doubt tire of her teasing kisses, spurred on at the sharp pleasure of their bodies pressed together. But until then, the woman fully intended on taking her time, running loving fingers along the rolling geography of his vertebrae, before hitching under the seam of his shirt.

Were he to let her, she’d pull it up and over his head, casting her gaze over him admiringly before she hooking a gemstone-colored thumb into the waist of his pants. Mae tugged him forward, her eyes darkening in a heady mix of desire and infatuation. Cognitive dissonance; how to reconcile the need to be tender and the need to be bold? She wanted to reduce him to a snarling animal and yet retain some measure of the boyish smile she was smitten by.

Torn between the thought of either, she reached up with her alternate hand to cradle his cheek.
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A Night to Remember

Postby Noven on February 18th, 2014, 6:30 am

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A shiver ran down his spine, his skin growing hot, then cold, then hot again as she uttered that single word in response.

Never.

He felt strangely calm as Mae began to undress him, her lips sealing his, everything moving in agonizing slowness. He let go of her thigh as she pulled his shirt over his head, having no recollection of when his hand had travelled to cusp such silky, firm flesh. There was a moment of reluctance before his fingers left her skin and he raised his arms to allow her to lift the fabric away, feeling for the briefest of ticks like a child having the results of yet another fight revealed to his tough eyed, exasperated caretaker. Except, while the bruises and cuts were still there in the present, the dark skinned matron was not, replaced instead by Mae's soft, enticing form. And, for once, Noven felt neither sorrow nor anger at the thought.

Heat rushed downward as Mae tugged him closer by the waist of his pants, the look in her eyes feverish, hungry, and tender all at once. Nov would have taken this as an invitation to unleash the now colossal buildup of desire that had been forced somewhere to the back of his mind since the moment she had pulled him in through her window, wearing naught but thin, flimsy undergarments, but her gentle touch against the side of his face stayed his animalistic urges.

He felt a sudden desire to see her lovely, velvet lips part in shock, so he wrapped his bare arms around her shapely waist, trying to be gentle but failing miserably as he pushed down at her pants. In the end, he gave up all pretense of subtlety and yanked them down, just low enough to give him access. Nov trailed one hand under her shirt and up her naked back, moaning as he did at how incredible her skin felt, while his other sank beneath her waist. His touch was whisper soft, the tips of his fingers rubbing lightly against the slick, hot flesh he found. Pulling her closer, the mercenary slowed his ministrations almost to a complete stop as he drew her into another burning kiss.

Then he slipped a finger in, devouring any sounds of pleasure she might have made with his tongue as he slid it in and out, slow at first, then with growing intensity as her heat and the feel of her sensual curves pressed into his bare chest drove him half out of his mind. Nov felt his member straining and throbbing against the fabric of his pants, unable to handle another tick of painful imprisonment.

He stopped and pulled out, teasing her instead just outside with two, thoroughly wet fingers. His head was swimming, drunk with her scent, her taste, her sighs. It was too much. He had to have her. Now. Nov swept an arm under Mae's legs and carried her to the bed, tossing her down, savage hunger written clear across his face.

If their neighbors complained of the incredible racket that ensued, the pair of lovers paid them no mind. Their cries rivaled those of their merry, pseudo threesome, and every surface of the room vibrated with reckless fervor. By the time they succumbed to finishing, mostly due to sheer exhaustion, Noven was utterly spent. He slept like the dead that night, arms wrapped around Mae's until dawn--an unprecedented amount of tenderness and duration after Nona's murder. No regrets. No memories of his dark past, nor thoughts of his even darker future.

And no dreams. Not a single nightmare to be revisited.


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A Night to Remember

Postby Matthew on March 15th, 2014, 7:09 am

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Experience Points:

  • 3 Acting
  • 1 Bodybuilding
  • 1 Dance
  • 3 Flirting
  • 2 Intelligence
  • 5 Observation
  • 1 Persuasion
  • 1 Philosophy
  • 3 Planning
  • 1 Rhetoric
  • 3 Seduction
  • 3 Socialization
  • 2 Tactics

Lores:

  • Acting: How to Fake a Threesome
  • Acting: Learning to Hide Your Laughter
  • Acting: A Loud and Obnoxious Persona
  • Ade: Son of a Whore
  • Amael: An Overview of Her History
  • Amael: Attraction or Desire?
  • Animation: An Idea of What It Is
  • Animation: Basic Soulcore Theory
  • Animation: Basic Astral Body Theory
  • Brega: A Taste of Her Hypnotism
  • Brega: More Shrewd Than She Seems
  • Emotion: Some Feeling Noven has Forgotten
  • Isme: Contact at Brega's House
  • Location: Brega's House of Happy Endings
  • Hatred: It Can Be All-Consuming
  • Hypnotism: How Effective it can Be
  • Hypnotism: Beginner at Sensing the Effects
  • Massage: Simple Techniques
  • Memory: Brega Will Pay
  • Observation: Hard to Observe When Only Looking at One Thing Again
  • Seduction: Resisting Some Wiles
  • Seduction: Drawing Out the Moment
  • Seduction: The Power of Two Attractive Women
  • Sex: Dominating Technique
  • Tactics: Acting as a Distraction Tactic
  • Torgen: A Darker Stain on Sunberth
  • Vex: The Urge Can Come at Any Time
  • Willpower: Overcoming Primal Desire
  • Women: Not to be Left Alone Together


Additional Notes: Brega isn't as easily fooled as one may think. She is skilled enough with her magic that Noven likely wouldn't notice unless she wanted him to notice, interruption or not. Noven, Brega might be planning something. She certainly will remember you more than ever. In addition, the effects of her natural Seduction will haunt you for a few weeks to come. You'll find her lusty memory invading your mind at the most random of times, sometimes even during your dreams. Both of you need to keep in mind that Brega also knows you are connected, and Isme knows Amael uses magic.

Also, Noven may realize at some point that Brega let him walk out without paying (unless I'm sleepy and missed it!).

Additional Notes :
This was an excellent thread. Brilliant bit of acting, both of you. Me Cock's Ready needs to be a catch phrase of some sort. Amael, your CS is currently out of date, and needs to be updated with the Living Expenses for Winter. Let me know when you have made this update, and I can edit in your grade. Hope to see you back soon!


If you have any questions or concerns relevant to your grade, don't be afraid to send me a private message so that we can work it all out! Please remember to mark your Grading Request as Graded.

A shout-out to Ollic Rimesage, who was kind enough to make this template for me.
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A Night to Remember

Postby Royal on January 26th, 2016, 6:08 pm

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Amael
Skills
Stealth +2
Philosophy +3
Logic +4
Seduction +5
Flirting +5
Acting +3
Tactics +3
Logic +1
Intelligence +4
Planning +3
Endurance +5
Observation +5
Leadership +2
Rhetoric +5
Drawing +1
Animation +2
Meditation +2
Teaching +3
Storytelling +1
Dancing +1


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Location: Brega’s House of Happy Endings
Noven: A spot of Eye Candy!
Noven: A real flirt
A hasty prayer to Izurdin
Logic: Recognising Hypnotism
Brega: User of Hypnotism
Acting: Pretending to be foreign
Stealth: Breasts make a fabulous hiding place
Noven: Quite the actor
Acting: Faking sexual pleasure in a made-up language
Drawing: Animation circles
Animation: Activation of linked circles with blood
Animation: The risk of overgiving
Animation: The risk of objects going berserk
Endurance: Giving life to an Animation
Animation: Stabilisation of Soulcore
Animation: Giving three directives
Animation: The importance of keeping your own emotions at bay
Teaching: The basics of Animation
Animation: Adding an astral body
Tactics: Erring on simplicity for the sake of time
Noven: Smells like smoke, earth and a little wine.
Noven: Wanted by the Daggerhands
Noven’s mother: Killed by Daggerhands
Noven: Tastes as good as he smells

Other
-1GM as a gift given to Ade, Isme’s son


Ahh I loved this thread! It had everything you could want in a thread, so thank you both for the great read. Amael: Some of the lores I've given might be a little clumsily worded (especially the ones regarding Animation). If you want me to alter any of these, just let me know!

Questions? Comments? Please don't hesitate to PM me!
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