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Sensual Dancer [[TouketsuSafaia x Saber Arturia]]

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Aravaniel was a dancer by trade and she found by traveling at a young age, for elves, that she enjoyed the human way of dancing something they called belly dancing. It was all about moving the body in a sexual and alluring way, she quickly learned how to do it and has sense been traveling through the human world dancing for money. She was more free here then she had ever been in her own village, it was nice though she always made a stop at home to visit her friends and family.

Aravaniel had a light plum coloring to her skin, more drow then elven really since she was half, another reason she stayed away from the village. Marked in white on her skin were beautiful white markings, around her belly button and on her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep wine color, her hair white another contrast against her darker coloring. She wore little clothing to help enhance her dancing, the flow of movement and the jingle of her bracelets and other jewelry items. What little she wore on her vivaciously curvy body was white as well, attracting all the more attention to herself other then her long ears.

Her top was hardly covering her large breasts, with white strip's covering her nipples which was held on around her neck and under her chest. Her skirt could hardly be called that, white covering her lower vaginal area and her ass, they were floor length to promote the flow of her movement. She wore one glove on her right hand and on the opposite leg, her left one she wore a diagonal white stocking, her right foot wore a sandal with a very small heel . She wore all kinds of jewelry in silver, bracelets on her left wrist, a belly chain with beautiful dark turquoise gems on it which matched her necklace an earrings.

Aravaniel made her way out of the forest, she had just finished a visit to her friends and family, it had been nearly a month and she couldn't wait to get back to dancing. She walked down the slight slope from the forest down to the road which would take her to one of the villages close by. She had a small bag of clothes and blankets other then that she carried nothing with her. She started walking along the path in the dark, her eyes adjusted well enough but before she knew it a roughly callused hand wrapped around her mouth leading to a startled scream.

Her hands were bound behind her back with rope and she was carried back to a fire where they dropped her to the floor her eyes stared around the dirty fat bandits who eyed her hungrily. One of them placed his sweaty hand against her breast pushing her back onto the hard gravel. "Stop it! You can't do this to me! Don't you know who you're dealing with?!" She yelled in outrage kicking the guy in the shin, her loud voice echoing around the empty night.

Aravaniel didn't know what she would do, she was too far away from the village, no one would be out this late either, what would happen to her she worried. "Help me! Someone please!" A slap echoed as she was hit her head snapping to the side causing her breasts to jiggle from the force. "Shut up bitch!" The fat lout said unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down to expose his small ugly looking member and he pulled her skirt up getting ready to shove into her. "NO!" she screamed. She'd been naive.
 
Flynn Was no stranger to these lands, though it had been years since he had last come to this part of the country. The life of a sellsword meant a lot of travel, and he had changed from the reckless youth who had become a trainee in one of the many mercenary companies that called these lands home. The years had shaped and honed him, his share of scars and wounds proving to be a learning experience over time. By now he had left the company he was with, and had begun his travel back to the hub of a city to hopefully ply his skills in something else – guarding another, travel, anything other than participating in a war. Even a mercenary could hold the desire to not fight senselessly close to hear.

But he had just gotten back, it would be foolish to immediately head off to another job. He had time to relax and enjoy the evening and a few days. This was his first ‘true’ day off since he had picked up a sword those years ago. With a coinpurse begging to be spent, he had decided to head to some of the various bars, enjoying the drinks, company of old friends and hot meals. Even a night on a warm and freshly made bed was a treat for him. Tonight a friend of his had invited him somewhere else, another bar to see one of the few entertainments the town he was staying in had – a dancer. With a strong elvish presence, the art of dancing was always strongly tied to the area, and many came here to show off or hone their skills.

He’d still come dressed to ‘impress’ of course, wanting to look the part of a warrior. His armor was a burnished red in color, his helmet on the table showing off his fair and tanned skin, along with his semi-short blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He had the look of a confident man to him, and why shouldn’t he? Standing at around six feet even with an athletic and slightly lean build, Flynn was a man who looked the part of a warrior and took it seriously. Sadly he had missed the dance by the time his friend took him there – causing his friend to leave. Flynn was famished however, having ordered food and drink, the beef stew good, though he would leave it half finished by the time he was full and leaving.

As he left the inn, the crowds were already dispersing, given the evening had already finished. But as he looked around, he noticed something on the outskirts of the down, his hand moving to his blade as he saw someone being attacked. Something of a rash man, he put on his helmet as he ran, blade in hand as he saw the bandits making off with what looked like a woman. The dark had no fear from him, and he would trail after the men who had taken her. As they took her near a camp and bent her over a log, he already knew what they were going to do...

With blade in hand, he began to move swiftly, charging from behind. He made no shout or sound of warning, though the bandit who had a hand on her ass and was ready to mount her began to turn a bit too late as Flynns sword came down sharply!
 
Aravaniel had been bent over the log her face stung slightly from the slap he had given her when she had screamed, his sweaty fat hands on her ass made her sick she could feel him getting closer to her, his breathing excited, heavy and labored. She closed her wine colored eyes tightly, she was no stranger to sex, having had it a couple of times, but to be raped was another story, she didn't want this, no matter how scantly dressed she was.

She should have just stayed the night at the inn where she had danced, the owner would have let her, given she provided a few extra entertainment for him, which didn't mean sex actually, mostly he just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his member. She usually wouldn't have minded but she didn't want to be stuck inside after she finished dancing, she loved the night and usually blended in so well. She should have changed her clothes from the white though, it was probably what had given her away.

She came to terms that she would be raped and just closed her eyes waiting for the rough plunge she was sure would come in moments, instead a dull thud sounded and something splashed across her back, then another thud, this time heavier from behind her. Opening her eyes and turning to look behind her she found the man who'd been about to rape her laying on the ground bleeding out, dead. A breath of relief rushed out of her plump lips as she relaxed slightly she wouldn't be raped but she was still tied up and couldn't move from her spot of being bent over the log her luscious ass exposed with her slit just below that.

"Excuse me? Thank you for helping me and everything sir, could I ask that you untie me though?" She asked, her voice was smooth and slightly deep, much like velvet.
 
Flynn fought harshly, the man having a gouging cut deep into his chest as he began to fall, hands clutching his wound. The other bandits moved to fight him, but as they saw his armor and that he was no fool in holding his blade, they began to move back before one made another attempt to lunge at him. That ended with him getting skewered, the rest just turning tail and fleeing – they had no clue if he was alone, or if others were behind him, ready to advance too. And with two dead, there were only four left. His blade was stained crimson, and he stared them down as they ran. He took a few steps however, soon placing himself between the Elf and the fleeing bandits. But eventually he’d turn, cleaning his sword briefly and then sheathing It as he offered to help her up. She had a lovely body, but... He was pretty certain she’d appreciate not being stared at right now. “Hey... You okay?” He asked, his voice concerned and warm, eyes looking at hers. “They didn’t hurt you, right? And was there anyone else they had like that?” Flynn would keep an amiable distance from her, eyes trying to avoid looking over her curves as he looked over the forest, wanting to ensure that they weren’t being sneaked up upon.
 
Aravaniel was happy to not be stared at by him, though she was quite thankful as he cut her binding she fixed her skirt and stood slowly the white of her outfit stained in red on her back as she turned to him. "Thank you very much, I didn't see anyone else though, I should have just stayed back at the inn in town." She said softly walking out of the light of the fire and looked for her bag she had been carried. "Did you perhaps see a bag on the road?" She questioned softly while making sure to adjust her skimpy top to make sure her nipples weren't showing. Turning to the man who'd saved her she made her way over to him clasping her hands in front of her she spoke her elven language, what she had said was a prayer for his safety. "Sir could I ask your name and perhaps what it is that you might be doing from this night forward?" She would need protection this time around, she didn't want that to happen again.
 
As she redressed herself, he looked about, still trying to avoid looking at her. The fire crackled and sputtered from behind, casting a warm but ambient light on the scene. “A bag? No, but we can look for it if you’re heading to town.” he didn’t wish to linger but if she had things she needed to recover, he’d help. Once she approached him, he understood just enough Elvish to understand her prayer, but not the specific wording of it. “Name? Flynn Tanner but you can just call me Flynn. What I was doing? Well.” He began to move, motioning for her to follow as he began to head back the way he came. “I’m a sellsword, and I was traveling to Nexus to find work, hopefully. But I saw what was happening and have to help. I’m not doing anything beyond that though and...” he pointed to a bag, its contens loosely strewn about on the grass. “Is that yours?”
 
Aravaniel followed him listening to him talk, he was just what she had needed, as they made their way back up towards the town once more she found her bag, blanket and clothing strewn about along the ground. "Yes, this is mine, all my dancing clothes are dirty now, which means I can't perform tomorrow." She said as she knelt on the ground and began to pick up her things and make sure she wasn't putting any gravel or the like into her bag as she packed her things away. "Mister Tanner, I have money left over from my performance tonight, if I was to offer you what I do have, could I buy your help?" She asked standing, picking up her bag and placing it on her back as she turned to him. "You see I'm a dancer, I'm well known enough along my route but usually I'm with a troupe, this is my first time going alone, but this way I can keep my own money, save for what I would pay you of course sir." She could only hope he might agree, she also hoped he wouldn't take to much of her money, she needed food and drink as much as he did and sleep of course other then that she had need for nothing but the occasional romp with a man.
 
As she picked up her clothes, he shook his head. “You can wash them, right?” He asked, looking to her as he began to approach gain. And as she made her offer he waved his hand at her. “Don’t worry about pay. I was looking for guard work. We can discuss what you can do after you get some money, i’m not about to make you poorer than a beggar here. I have coin of my own I can use for the moment, and like I said... After you can dance and get money again, we can discuss pay if you want me to work with you.” He said, trying to be hospitable and courteous. He had nothing against being paid, but he would prefer her paying wouldn’t leave her destitute. “Lets head back to the inn and get a room for you, what do you say ms....?” He asked, not knowing her name.
 
She was happy that he refused her money right now, she would need to take the time tomorrow to wash her clothes and dry them before she could even thing of dancing, usually she kept her money up enough to be happy and not broke. "I thank you Sir Tanner, it will take maybe a night or two to get my money up enough to be able to pay you correctly." She explained, but she wasn't your usual dancer either, during the day she would dance out on the streets, nothing as sexual as it should be since she was out in the open, mostly playful merry dances that would catch peoples attentions. At night though was when her belly dancing truly came into being, the sensual movements of her hips caused many drinking men to throw her more coin, she would usually go to two or three taverns an evening. "Forgive me, I'm Aravaniel." She said dipping her head slightly as they began walking back towards the town. "Would you mind talking with me now about possible payment idea's sir? That way I know what I'll need or what I should do for you." She said knowing some men would take the offer of her body.
 
“Please, no ‘sir’. Just Flynn, thanks.” he chuckled a bit. Sir sounded far too official as he took his helmet off, letting her see his face. His hair was still just a bit matted down, and he would briefly brushed a hand through it. “A night or two is fine, longer if you need to.” As she explained, he just gave a nod and was nonchalant about it. “Aravaniel, you’re not an elf from around here, are you?” he asked, her darker skin being unique in his eyes, as well as her lovely white hair. But as they walked back to the town, he kept his voice a bit quiet. “That depends, what did you have in mind? You are the one making that offer.” He had an idea of what she might say, but better that she said it, and feel comfortable in making that armor were he right.
 
A smile crossed her lips as he corrected her, saying to call him Flynn, they continued to walk as he said a night or two would be fine, his question about her not being an elf from around here made her smile sadly. "I'm not from around here, my fathers not an elf exactly and it is his coloring that I get skin wise. My fathers a Drow, a dark elf so to speak, my mother a traditional elf of course, they were in love and still are quite happy, though slightly out casted by our people." Aravaniel explained, though it wasn't a difficult life, her mother was a jeweler, one of the best in all the elven lands, and so for that people still showed them respect. The people who had spent time with her mother as Aravaniel was a child left upon the arrival of her father, but no one made comments about it.

His voice was quiet and calm as he spoke with her while they walked down the streets, she smiled more her eyes ahead of them as she knew he had an idea of what she was offering up. "I have no shame in offering my body each night or more if you need it for payment, though don't think me cheap, I'll still pay you after the two nights, should you agree of course." She offered smiling, her wine colored eyes turning to look at him from the corner.
 
“I see, I hope the thugs didn’t try you just because you were an easy outsider. You’re rather beautiful, and shouldn’t have to worry over your differences.” he said, giving her a nod. Whether or not they were outcasts, he had hoped she could accept herself. But he did not know much about Elvish culture, and maybe Draw/Elf couples were common, they were compatible at the least.

The inn was soon in view, and he opened the door for her, offering the part of a gentleman. “I would not think you cheap unless you are cheep.” He smiled, turning to her. “We can share the same bed, and since you must be a bit tired... We can save any ‘payment’ until tomorrow nirght. Lets you wash up, clean your clothes, and relax. Lets discuss the rest in a private room, what do you say?”
 
Aravaniel's heart lightened hearing that she was beautiful to him, in her world she wasn't, she was thought of as tainted of course, but in the human world she was exotic and that was one reason she'd rather be with humans then elves. She stepped into the Inn as he held the door for her a smile on her face, it had been the one she had danced in that night, most of the men were far off drunk a few passed out heads against the table already wives coming to claim husbands. The owner caught her soon after they stepped into the inn with a smile, she had an idea of what he wanted though she would refuse of course, this time she would pay for a room. "Hello Miss Aravaniel, decided to come back, shall I get you your usual room?" He asked smiling though he eyed the man in armor behind her. "No, just a regular room please." She said opening her bag and pulling out her coin purse, she dropped the amount of money for a room and waited with a smile.

The owner wasn't pleased of course but he smiled politely and handed over a key, Aravaniel took Flynn's hand in her own making it clear why they had walked in together, she rarely brought men with her to a room. They walked past the still drinking men, the ones sober enough cheered wishing Flynn a good night in merriment as they walked up the stairs and to the room she opened with the key. She walked in setting her back down happy to find the bowl of water, it was cold but that didn't matter to her so long as she could wash all her clothing. "I have to wash all of my clothing, including this one, so you'll catch glimpse of what you'll have whenever you need it." She said with a smile beginning to pull the sullied clothing from the bag where she began to wash them, and hang them around the room to dry. After they were finished she took off the one she was wearing and stood naked in front of him as she was washing. Her hips large, her ass wide and pert with muscled thighs and calves, her back toned from years of dancing, her stomach lean and muscled as well. The area between her legs had a very well taken care of swatch of white hair trimmed close to her pussy lips, further up huge breasts, large aureola slightly lighter then her skin color nipples hard already from the cold water upon her body and from knowing she was naked in front of him.
 
She was in a much better spirit it seems, which made him rather happy for the moment. He had no care as to whether other elves saw her as tainted or wrong, since to him she was a wman who needed help, and was beautiful as a bit of a bonus. He didn’t want her to feel he was taking advantage of her body, but he was rather impressed with how she looked, and she was ravishingly beautiful to him. But he was certain she had no desire to be taken after the night she just had, so he did want her to feel a bit more comfortable about that. The innkeeper could be upset all he wanted, but Flynn soon offered a few extra coins to him to sweeten the deal. “Thank you.” Was all Flynn replied back with, squeezing her hand back and heading upstairs with her. As the men cheered him on a bit he smirked, even if nothing would happen tonight.

Once upstairs, he gave a nod. “Of course. Maybe we can at least get something dry so you have something to wear to sleep and in the morning? I’m afraid unless you ask very nicely, what you have waiting in store from me will be a bit of a surprise for later.’ he winked at her, heading to the bed as he began to remove his red armor. The straps and leathers would be undone easily enough, coming apart as he placed the assorted bits on one of the tables in the room. Underneath his shirt and pants clung to him closely thanks to being matted down, showing off a lean, athletic, and most of all strong looking figure, his clothes looking tight against his body thanks to the clinginess. He would watch her, taking in every detail... and even though he did have that desire, he at least had the willpower to not make an immediate move.
 
After everything was set to dry she turned to him taking in his lean body, the body of a warrior, though his clothes, this was probably the first time she had been so hungry for a man, part of it was the fact that he was so polite then even now as she was naked before him he was across the room giving her space. She crossed the space between them leaning up into his body her lips pressing against his softly, she wanted him, and regardless of almost being raped her crotch burned with a fire that needed to be put out by him. She pulled away from the kiss staring into his eyes. "You treat me well, but I must thank you, though I'll admit this isn't just to thank you." She spoke lightly grabbing his hand and slowly guiding it to her snatch, she rubbed his fingers against the already moist slit as she gasped from the feeling. "You see, regardless of what just happened, you've ignited a fire within me Flynn." Her voice had gotten lower and sexier with her need.

"But if you say no Flynn, I'll accept it and find some way to relieve myself and we can wait for another night." She offered though she really did want him, right now in fact but she would honor whatever it was that he wished. Her nipples tight as could be sticking out as her breasts jiggling with each heaving breath she took. They were so close.
 
As things dried, his hands moved to his shirt, beginning to take it off of him as he looked at her with a small smile. “Looking at something you like?” he teased her a bit, leaning back as if to make himself more visible to her. His chest was lean and taut, muscles easily seen – he was more athletic than muscular, but with his six pack and light hair across his chest, it was easy to see he was a man who trained to be strong. “I believe I should treat every woman well, though I make sure to treat women who seem interested in me extra nice.” He winked at her, turning to face her in full this time. “If you want me though...” his hands dipped to his pants, though he did not pull them down. “Then its all yours to have however you want, i’ll make sure we both go to bed satisfied.” his voice was a bit more confident as he spoke, his hand now beckoning her to him. “Afterall, you are the one offering.” He smiled, eyes focused upon her now.
 
Aravaniel enjoyed every bit of his body, though she couldn't see much of it, her hands longed to run against his chest to feel the blond hair against her hand, she couldn't help but laugh when he winked at her his words teasing. Seeing him motion to his pants made her lick her lips, she was curious as she made her way forward to him eager to find out what surprise he had waiting for her. She run her hands softly up against his chest in curiosity, her fingers enjoying the feel of the hair on his chest with a smile. Her hands slowly moved down to the cortch of his pants not going into them just yet she wanted to feel before she seen it, though upon feeling it the need between her legs grew so much so she whimpered softly in need before pulling off his pants ready to see what he had.
 
Her hands would find a warm and firm body as her fingers trailed against him – he had little fat, and his chest and stomach rose and fell with each breath he took, rising and collapsing against her fingers. As she she dipped down to his pants however, she could feel it growing as she teased him, his hand briefly running through her damp hair. “Mm, your hands are rather soft and tender..” He felt big, still steadily growing even as she cupped him and pulled his pants off. His half erect cock was larger than average, perhaps eight inches – it was hard to say without an exact measurement, and rather thick, without being grotesque in side. His tip had just a bit of precum on it, and eventually he looked at her, his eyes on hers. “There you go. Seems like like what you see?” he asked with humor once again, giving out a small gasp as his shaft grow a bit thicker and longer, hardening against the chill air.
 
Aravaniel could only stare in wonder at the beautiful weapon of pleasure before her, she turned her eyes up to him with a smile on her lips. "I like it very much actually." She replied before sinking to her knees before him, she licked the tip of his cock, tasting the precum even if he wasn't fully hard she'd have a hard time with him. It would be worth it though for the fullness he would give her, whenever he decided to take her completely. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking softly on it before beginning to move her head up and down, flicking the tip of her tongue into the hole where the precum would come out of.
 
As she stared at him, he felt even more confident as she finally smiled. “I had a feeling you might, since you said something about an inner fire.” he said with a grin, groaning as she suddenly licked the head of his cock. The precum had a strong and salty flavor to it, his shaft steadily getting harder as she tended to him. And once her lips were around him and sucking eagerly his toes curled, another long groan of pleasure escaping his lips as she flicked the tip of her tongue against him, his hands gripping her hair tautly as he gave out a longer groan of pleasure.
 
Aravaniel moaned softly as his hands gripped her hair, that feeling only made her continue her attentions on the glorious cock in her mouth slowly slipping more and more of it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she keep going gasping as she pulled back. She was she wet already, her wetness now clinging to the insides of her thighs she knew soon it would probably leak down her legs and make a puddle on the floor under her. She didn't mind that though, the feeling of his cock in her mouth right now drove her insane with lust she wanted him.
 
His hands were strong and needy as she lavished attention onto his aching and hard cock – the shaft fully erect by now, Her mouth would be open a bit wide as she gasped and sucked back on it, his cock slowly thrusting deeper into her throat as his hands ‘guided’ her closer to him, pulling her against his cock and his shaft going deeper into her mouth with each thrust. “Nnh...” He moaned out, his hands taking a firmer and harder reign on her hair, thrusting his hips harshly against her. The man was a bit unrelenting, his cock twitching and throbbing in pleasure against her.
 
Aravaniel knew that he wouldn't give up control over guiding her, so instead she concentrated on opening her mouth wider, relaxing her jaw so that he could pound into her mouth, she stared up at him moaning as he slipped in and out slowly getting rougher, harder and needier. She loved the sounds of his groans, now she knew he was enjoying her attention on his lovely cock and she could only wait to find out how the rest of him would feel in her. Her mouth being taken control of by his thrusting she started to drool dripping down her chin, but she didn't mind the mess it would be completely worth it.
 
Flynn gave out a long and sensual groan as she deferred to him and allowed him to set the pace. Pulling his cock out almost completely only to thrust it deep into her mouth, saliva trailing off of it as he continued to give out smaller groans and sounds of pleasure. Nails dug in against her scalp as he got closer to climax, his facefucking of her getting a bit less steady and unfocused as he thrust harder into her, orgasm imminent.
 
Aravaniel closed her eyes feeling the change of his thrusts, she continued to moan feeling his thrusts get quicker as she waited for what he was about to give her. A treat in her mind, one she wanted so badly. She grabbed his thighs feeling her own wetness finally leak down her thighs running slowly down her skin heading towards the floor.
 
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