Unbound: An Adventurer's guide to the bedside manner of the species of Isika

[BlackValkyrie]

Tapping her pen over and over agian on the dark wood of her antique writing desk Cellia Force was staring at the blank screen of her laptop. Her sky blue eyes were narrowed in thought, soft blonde hair fought the booby pins restraining it from falling into her face and quite a few had already won, brushing her forehead and cheeks playfully until she finally wiped them away in a frustrated manner. Lifting her face from the computer she stared out the window hoping to gain some sort of muse for her story, instead she got breifly blinded by the bright sun light before her eyes adjusted and she was able to see the trees gently waving to her as the wind bent them to its will, she saw kids playing in the street, and when she peered striaght across she saw the Dwarf that lived across the street buck naked, on his knees eating out what appeared to be some sort of Fea.

Eyes wide Cellia suddenly had an idea, if she was in some sort of cartoon the would have been a lit light bulb above her head. Smirking, she typed quickly "Unbound: An Adventurer's guide to the bedside manner of the species of Isika". Only after she had typed the title of her book did her full but pleasantly pink lips pull downward. She had little knowledge of the pleasures of the flesh as her few and far between boyfriends were not very erotic and she had never even had an one night stand in all of her twenty five years. Not that she wasnt attractive, and if asked she would certainly say that she was reasonably beautiful, but her job as an accountant often caused her to work over time and left very little room to go out. It wasnt but three weeks earlier that she had up and quit her job after her old boss had let her greasy paws roam all over her one too many times.

Cellia finally stood and walked over to her closet, pulling off her comfort clothes she grabbed a skin tight dark blue leather dress and her mile high black stilettos before taking her shower. The only way to write her book, she thought, was to get the experience to write it. After a hot shower and a generous amount of time doing her hair, make up, and making sure her skin was hair free she stood in front of the mirror and assessed herself. Shoulder length white hair was curled, her blue eyes popped do to the black eye shadow and mascara, lips her a deep red that caused her already pale completion to appear even lighter. The dress clung to her curvy form, making her average chest appear far larger and the hemline that barley covered her lady bits made her legs look longer as did the heels that added five inches to her mere 5'2ft height.


Grabbing her keys and ID before she taked herself out of it, Cellia left her apartment and headed to one of the biggest and most well known clubs around; The Underground. It catered to every race and even had private room if the couples who met on the sweaty dance floor couldnt wait to get home before indulging in each other.

It wasnt long before Cellia was in the club happily out of the slightly chilly night air, her eyes wide with wonder at all that she saw. Anyone who cared to look her way would see the look of pure shock and mild innocence in her wide blue eyes. Sitting at the bar she ordered the special and sipped on it, trying her best to spot someone, anyone to make her first 'interview'.

 

[Dread Moon]

The club was both dark and bright at once, the mass of dancing forms illuminated by the wildly dancing lights above. Reds, blues, greens and yellows danced erratic patterns across the occupants, both making them more mysterious by the shadows cast, and more excitable due to the very closeness they all shared. The mass of people were a sight to see themselves, nearly a hundred people writhed upon each other, and seemed as if everyone of them was a different species of some sort. Elves clung to orcs, goblins spun with fairies, Drow spun around humans and a dozen or so half breeds and rarities mingled in between them all. If Cellia was searching for a place to mingle with other species...she had apparently chosen well.

Yet despite the mass of writhing, gyrating flesh, she had caught the eye of a regular...after all, it wasn't often a girl of her physique avoided his attentions, especially on her first appearance. The man himself sat to the young woman's right, in one of the booths circling the dance floor. Lucien was entertaining a trio of women already, casually spinning playing cards betwixt his fingers and teasing them with playful banter, and devilish smiles. Yet, his strange blue eyes were consistently upon the light haired newcomer now awkwardly drinking at the bar.

Lucien finished his trick, abruptly revealing that his deck of playing cards had become a deck of Kama Sutra cards instead, he smirked and tossed each of the three girls currently competing for his attention a separate position. The girls of course blushed and giggled, and it would have been easy enough for him to coax all three of them away for a night of entertainment...but, his interest had been transferred from them...to her.

"Okay girls..." He began in a smooth, confident voice. "For my next trick...I'm going to make you all disappear." He smirked and lifted his hand out in front of him, "Smile for the birdy..." He began, nodding toward his hand. The trio focused their attentions on his fingers, and as he snapped twice, all three of them seemed to grow distant. Their eyes slid half closed, their mouth partially open, their heads limp and hanging forward. "Good girls, now, forget about me tonight...there are plenty of men out there waiting for your company..." He shoo'd them away, "Go find one." The girls obliged, dumbly staggering out of the booth before shambling toward the dance floor. A moment later they seemed to wake up, and soon, they had vanished into the crowd.

Free, Lucien flicked his wrist toward the woman he now sought...

At the bar, Cellia would be greeted by a black rose...literally growing, and unfurling in mid air before her eyes. Its scent would be thick and pleasing, easily enough to get her attention even in the chaos of the club. With her attention hopefully on the rose, Lucien approached her, and lightly grasped the newly grown flower, taking his place in front of her. He smiled warmly and lightly offered the young woman the gift, "For you, Petite Fluer." He greeted comfortably.

The man himself was not overly large. Though he did stand nearly a full foot over the smaller girl, he was of slim build and did not loom over her as some creatures in the room might have. His hair, and eyes were both blue, and even to the untrained eye it would be clear that neither color were his originals. He was a magician of some sort, a mage, wizard or maybe even a necromancer...that at least was clear by the cross shaped iris's he possessed, and the magically stained hair. He wore a black pair of form fitting pants, black leather boots peeking out from there bottoms. A light blue dress shirt sat underneath a black jacket which was both formal and exotic at once with its chromed cross shaped buttons and band of thick fur running over the left shoulder.

Lucien gave the girl a polite little bow an added, "I am Lucien Devereux, and I would love to know your name."

 

[BlackValkyrie]

Quirking one eye brow up at the exotic man whom Cellia expected to be some sort of warlock or wizard, wizards and others of the magic community were remembered to be delightful lovers and a shiver of anticipation crept down her spin like a tickle. The rose was magnificent and the scent seemed to replace the smells of the sweaty bodies that mingled in the club, holding it carefully in one hand she felt a small blush grace her pale cheeks as she looked him over from under her thick lashes. Holding out her other hand for him to either shake or kiss she smiled brilliantly at him, showing off straight white teeth, "Cellia Force, its quite grand to meet you Lucien Deveroux." She said, her voice silky and smooth with an added hint of sexual need that under toned her words. Though on the inside she winced at her choice of words, who says Quite grand in this day of age? Apparently she did.

Putting the beautiful black rose on the bar she swept a tiny hand over her forehead to move a stray curl from her face, "So what bring you here tonight Mister Deveroux?" Cellia asked, her voice lowering an octave naturally without her realizing as she seductively said his name. The way she was bent forward as to make sure she could hear him allowed him and anyone else who looked her direction ample view of her perky breasts, though her eyes were trained on him it didnt stop her from noticing things. Like the vampire feeding in the corner or how the fairy that had stepped up to the bar smelt of lilac and wet earth. It didnt keep the scent of alcohol and sweat from making her queasy though she hid it well, but all of that didnt distract her from what she came here to do which was to walk away with a prime example of a species to have sex with so she could write about it.

"Lucian, I have a proposition for you if you dont mind?" she asked quickly, her voice husky with fear and lust. Cellia had finally managed to work up the courage to ask if they could get out of here, but should she tell him about her book? Still thinking on it she watched him carefully, her blue eyes wide with hope and her teeth were gently biting her bottom lip in worry.