midnite_run
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2017
- Location
- NC, USA
"What kind of tricks would they be if I told you? A poor mage I would make," Tane says with a chuckle, letting out a faint purr when she feels Gwen's finger tips at her nipples. It halts her, keeps her frozen in place. She savors the electric feel, the bolt racing up and down her spine, making the hairs on her arms stand on edge and her eyes flutter ever so slightly. Lips on her collarbone, Gwen's reddish hair in her face, that gentle hint of lavender. The waves of the bath splash with each of their movements, some falling onto the bathroom floor. Tane kisses her again, letting out a moan as Gwen twists her nipple with just the right amount of force, teetering on that bridge between painful and bracing. For someone who was inexperienced in the handling of a woman's body, the princess was a quick study.
"I do, however, have some tools I keep in my trunk. I don't get to use them often considering my work. A craftsmen in Shimmering Isles once sold me a toy that makes girls sing," Tane purrs with a wicked grin, leaning into to grasp one of Gwen's breasts in her hand, returning the favor by rolling the nipples between surprisingly dexterous fingers, giving it an insistent tug. There was a gap in their sexual knowledge, one exercabated by age. Tane was from an old lady, but she was no longer the brash young lady she used to be. There were many years etched into her body, told in between the scars and the long reset broken bones. In those years, Tane had a sizeable share of lovers, each one showing her something new, another kernel of knowledge she added. Like any skill, sex was something that could be learned, through careful attention and patience. Having certain tools helped as well; over her journeys, Tane had built up a small kit of toys and baubles.
Tane's free hand sinks below the water, trailing in between her thighs. Fingertips dance along the skin, finding themselves resting in the downy patch of hair just above her mound. Her head dips in low, tracing kisses alongside Gwen's jaw. Presses against the corner of her lips, moves up her cheekbones, as if memorizing how each contour of her face feels on her lips. The knight wants to carry her out of the bed, lay her down and lavish her with affection and whispered praises. Tane had never really known love, or love of this kind. Maybe pale shades of it, fleeting moments of intimacy, gone as quick as it came. To feel special and to feel needed. To have another look upon you with and see something of beauty, of worth. It almost scared Tane, as if Gwen was simply a trick of the light. If she were to blink, Gwen would be gone. It makes her grip on the elf tighten just a bit, praying she won't fade away with the flow of the water.
"Alas, that's a surprise for tonight. Good things ony come to those that wait, hm? For now, how about we actually get clean, yeah?" Tane finally pulls away, giving Gwen a quick peck on the cheek. With a grunt, Tane manages to shift herself around, her wide back facing Gwen. Scars streak down her back, a panoply of trauma. Water droplets run down the long healed wounds, like river water flowing through ridges. She flips her hair over her shoulder, the damp lacks hitting her back with a wet smack. "Do you mind washing my hair?" Tane's voice is low, hesitant, almost shy. The orc had never bathed with another person in such an intimiate space since her mother.
"I do, however, have some tools I keep in my trunk. I don't get to use them often considering my work. A craftsmen in Shimmering Isles once sold me a toy that makes girls sing," Tane purrs with a wicked grin, leaning into to grasp one of Gwen's breasts in her hand, returning the favor by rolling the nipples between surprisingly dexterous fingers, giving it an insistent tug. There was a gap in their sexual knowledge, one exercabated by age. Tane was from an old lady, but she was no longer the brash young lady she used to be. There were many years etched into her body, told in between the scars and the long reset broken bones. In those years, Tane had a sizeable share of lovers, each one showing her something new, another kernel of knowledge she added. Like any skill, sex was something that could be learned, through careful attention and patience. Having certain tools helped as well; over her journeys, Tane had built up a small kit of toys and baubles.
Tane's free hand sinks below the water, trailing in between her thighs. Fingertips dance along the skin, finding themselves resting in the downy patch of hair just above her mound. Her head dips in low, tracing kisses alongside Gwen's jaw. Presses against the corner of her lips, moves up her cheekbones, as if memorizing how each contour of her face feels on her lips. The knight wants to carry her out of the bed, lay her down and lavish her with affection and whispered praises. Tane had never really known love, or love of this kind. Maybe pale shades of it, fleeting moments of intimacy, gone as quick as it came. To feel special and to feel needed. To have another look upon you with and see something of beauty, of worth. It almost scared Tane, as if Gwen was simply a trick of the light. If she were to blink, Gwen would be gone. It makes her grip on the elf tighten just a bit, praying she won't fade away with the flow of the water.
"Alas, that's a surprise for tonight. Good things ony come to those that wait, hm? For now, how about we actually get clean, yeah?" Tane finally pulls away, giving Gwen a quick peck on the cheek. With a grunt, Tane manages to shift herself around, her wide back facing Gwen. Scars streak down her back, a panoply of trauma. Water droplets run down the long healed wounds, like river water flowing through ridges. She flips her hair over her shoulder, the damp lacks hitting her back with a wet smack. "Do you mind washing my hair?" Tane's voice is low, hesitant, almost shy. The orc had never bathed with another person in such an intimiate space since her mother.