Umbrale
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- Joined
- Aug 17, 2016
- Location
- Utahlkin' About Me Mother?!
Alira, at his gawking mention of her plates, glanced up to him,and for the first time, a light blush came to her lips. She offered the male a small, sheepish, smile, and then stuffed another California Roll in her mouth. Once that plate was finished, however--the damned tower looked like it could win an architecture award--she leaned back, content enough to not worry him anymore. The girls all didn't object to leaving, after a few more minutes of eating in blissful quiet. Eventually, they all rose and left. When he paid the check, however, and gawked at it, Alira looked almost heartbrokenly hurt. She understood prices, after a quick look to the slip of paper, and Ty's facel immediately moving to him, and pressing right up against his arm. Adorably, she gave a mewling whine; looking sorrowfully up at him. It was an apology, if he had ever seen one, but he'd also notice Libi glance back at him, as she left through the door; that spectacular death glare. She wasn't so much mad at him, as she was at the wyverness in front at his side.
Eventually, they arrived at the eye, and it was once more Alira's time to shine. She was flitting about, all over the place, practically sprinting from booth to booth, checking everything out, and bouncing all over the place. At one point, the wyverness noticed a stilt walker, and ran between his legs, circling the man about a dozen times in open-faced awe. It was humourous, of course, but also endearingly cute to find someone so innocent, so naive about the world. Well, naive wasn't quite the right word; she seemed to know right, wrong, and that deviantly grey middle-ground in between. Rather, Alira was just born of sheer curiosity. She loved to learn and experience new things; all of this noise, flashing lights, and colors, were just setting her senses all off.
After a short walk through the place, they arrived at the concert, and Jess began to hum softly, shifting about almost anxiously. At his suggestion, she practically beamed with happiness, and nodded ecstatically. Quickly, the half-elf took Alira's hand, and the wyverness eagerly followed her off to the floor. The two began to dance, Jess immediately moving into it like someone who attended a club every night--hell, her placed practically was a club--while Alira was a bit clumsy. Soon, however, Rhea's daughter seemed to get a rhythm, and the cat-like nature of her body was apparent. She flowed in her movements, her entire body going into each pose and switch, each quick twist of her hips. It was like a professional belly-dancer, the way she moved, twining in-and-out of bodies, as she pranced around.
Libi, however prudent she was at the moment, took his kiss in stride, and was prompt to return it. She looked a little surprised by his comment, however, and one of her eyebrows lifted. It wasn't as if she didn't know about the stares; it was clear that she both loved them, and was purposefully trying for the effect. Rather, it was almost questioning this new resolve from her Master; this new freedom. However, her lips quirked up, and she leaned back in, planting another kiss on him.That's a bit of a surprise, but alright. You two go make up... With that thought passed to him,she turned, and headed into the crowd, quickly swallowed by the masses.
Kimmie looked a bit startled--having been turned from him--when his hand graced her arm. She turned and was prompt to give him a light scowl, but did follow along. At the mere sight of the 'Test Your Might!', sign, she almost teared up. Then, the talk of their father, and her countenance softened. The rare sight of a normal, non-rebellious girl, clad in clothes that weren't typical of her gender, was revealed. Her eyes peered into his, almost searching, almost as if he had changed. The stresses of the last few days melted away, and she forgave him, deep inside, for all the things he had said, and done, as of late. It wasn't much, but it was simultaneously all that much. She nodded at it all, and then watched him, as he went and won her that plushie; the bell ringing so loud, she thought it might have cracked a bit. When he handed it to her, and said that phrase, she cracked for a moment. A soft sob, something small, that could be barely heard, even by Ty's enhanced senses. She practically choked on it, and slowly, a tear escaped from her eye; one lone tear. As it did, she clutched the panda to her chest. She had always wanted to be Dad's favorite, Dad's little princess, she had been. His passing had hurt so much... Eventually, she sighed, and the tears faded from her eyes. She kept them closed, however, and her hands glowed around the panda. Before Ty's eyes, it became highlighted in that golden flame. Unlike Ty, hers had a nimbus of equal blue inside of it, making it similar, but different. The plushie slowly shrank down, till it was just about three inches high, and two inches across. From its back grew out a soft golden chain, matching in a circle, with clasp in the back. She undid the mechanism, and put it around her neck; the prize now hanging just above her busom. When he came to kiss her, however, she did something beyond surprising; she pressed right back. She leaned up on her tippy-toes, and fed him that kiss right back against his questing lips, holding it for just as long as he gave it. When they seperated, she offered him a small smile."Thank you...", she trailed off, with a loving tone, before her lips quirked up."...you big ol' baka...", she added, just to show she was okay now. She quickly nodded to his request, and gave a soft laugh. "...Alright, sure. And don't worry about Jess and I... Mythic relationships are usually pretty open, at least until marriage. She's just a massive freak, in bed, so I might get a little possesive, but as long as you don't push too far, I guess I don't mind...", she trailed off, and looked away, as a soft blush once more came to her cheeks. They walked back towards the concert, in silence, something about the lack of a conversation made their loving moment all the better, in retrospect.
It seemed, however, that Ty wouldn't get his moment on the Eye, just yet, when they returned to the concert. He would fin Jess twirling with Alira; the practically waltzing, in a dirty fashion, and laughing their asses off. Upon spotting him--rather, Alira piping up with his name--Jess spun, and disengaged from the wyverness. Quickly, she dashed forward, beaming upon them a smile, and took both Ty's, as well as Kimmi's hand, tugging them towards the dancefloor. To Ty she exclaimed happily, "Fuck the cafe, tonight! Let's just have fun!", the first time he had heard her curse, it was rather surprising; and if Ty was paying attention, he notice the light glow of intoxication on her cheeks. She wasn't drunk, that was for sure, but in the time that he and Kimmie had been gone, it was clear that she had hit up some of the liquour vendors.
Kimmie only laughed, and eagerly joined in, grabbing her lover, and rubbing on her rather lewdly. The concert was practically a rave at this point, as the night had progressed, they had transferred into EDM music, lighting the pier up with flashing lights and pulse-pounding sound. Alira was the first to take Ty, grabbing his hands when Jess was pulled away. She spun in them, and backed up, pressing herself up against his chest, bum-first. Seemingly to have learned rather quickly from the crowd around them, she wiggled her hips, and descended slowly, before jumping back up, and giving him a quick nuzzle to the neck. It was impossible to tell if the rambunctious wyvern had anything to drink, like the half-elf, but he probably wouldn't be thinking of that anyway. After nuzzling him, she spun, and pressed into him again, starting to dance--quite literally-- circles around him. Soon enough, they'd be joined by the other two girls, whom had their fill of feeling each other up. They joined Ty, and dance with him, Jess being rather promiscuously close, and rubbing on him in her emerald dress on occasion, while Kimmie just had her fun, flitting about them all, and occasionally taking her own flirty dances with Alira.
While spinning and concurrently being spun around by the trio of girls enjoying their time with him, Ty would spot Libidine, far off to the side. She was surrounded by several Mythics & men--at least six or seven--with all of their attention riveted on her. While Jess might be quite the dancer, and she definitely beat Libi on raw skill, their was something to be said about the succubi's inherent abilities. She had the men practically drooling over her, and with his vision, Ty could see their bulges in shorts and jeans; their assorted clothing. But, Libi was loving it all. She danced around and amongst the men, intertwining her body on their, and occasionally backing herself up, to grind promiscuously on them. Ty could tell--both, through their link, and because of the slight flush, and predatory gleam in her eyes-- that she was having a lot fun. In fact, he could tell she was becoming heftily aroused as well; it wouldn't be long before either she, or the men, lost control.
It was the first time something like this had happened, and Ty was confronted with an important, moral and relationship-bearing, choice. Libi was a succubus, a being of pure lust, that, while capable of immensely enjoying other things, loved sex over all. Very few possible scenarios were off the table, for the girl, and it usually came to the dirtier, the better. He knew from a simple analysis of the events before--namely, Bannu beating the shit out of him, and the hobgoblin fight--that humans couldn't see Mythic abilities, or their natural forms. Since one could assume that Libi's raw attractionary appeal was an ability, he could guess that it would be hidden by the haze, to everyone that wasn't a Mythic. And to those Mythics that would see, well, it was simply understandable. One cannot deny one's entire nature. Or, at the very least, Ty had never heard of any orgies appearing in public,on the news; and succubi couldn't be that rare. He had seen his fair share, moving along the streets with random other Mythics, and the occasional human. Hell, there were some here, grinding up upon their assumed Masters, as well as Mistress'! So, the question was, what to do about Libi at the moment.
Eventually, they arrived at the eye, and it was once more Alira's time to shine. She was flitting about, all over the place, practically sprinting from booth to booth, checking everything out, and bouncing all over the place. At one point, the wyverness noticed a stilt walker, and ran between his legs, circling the man about a dozen times in open-faced awe. It was humourous, of course, but also endearingly cute to find someone so innocent, so naive about the world. Well, naive wasn't quite the right word; she seemed to know right, wrong, and that deviantly grey middle-ground in between. Rather, Alira was just born of sheer curiosity. She loved to learn and experience new things; all of this noise, flashing lights, and colors, were just setting her senses all off.
After a short walk through the place, they arrived at the concert, and Jess began to hum softly, shifting about almost anxiously. At his suggestion, she practically beamed with happiness, and nodded ecstatically. Quickly, the half-elf took Alira's hand, and the wyverness eagerly followed her off to the floor. The two began to dance, Jess immediately moving into it like someone who attended a club every night--hell, her placed practically was a club--while Alira was a bit clumsy. Soon, however, Rhea's daughter seemed to get a rhythm, and the cat-like nature of her body was apparent. She flowed in her movements, her entire body going into each pose and switch, each quick twist of her hips. It was like a professional belly-dancer, the way she moved, twining in-and-out of bodies, as she pranced around.
Libi, however prudent she was at the moment, took his kiss in stride, and was prompt to return it. She looked a little surprised by his comment, however, and one of her eyebrows lifted. It wasn't as if she didn't know about the stares; it was clear that she both loved them, and was purposefully trying for the effect. Rather, it was almost questioning this new resolve from her Master; this new freedom. However, her lips quirked up, and she leaned back in, planting another kiss on him.That's a bit of a surprise, but alright. You two go make up... With that thought passed to him,she turned, and headed into the crowd, quickly swallowed by the masses.
Kimmie looked a bit startled--having been turned from him--when his hand graced her arm. She turned and was prompt to give him a light scowl, but did follow along. At the mere sight of the 'Test Your Might!', sign, she almost teared up. Then, the talk of their father, and her countenance softened. The rare sight of a normal, non-rebellious girl, clad in clothes that weren't typical of her gender, was revealed. Her eyes peered into his, almost searching, almost as if he had changed. The stresses of the last few days melted away, and she forgave him, deep inside, for all the things he had said, and done, as of late. It wasn't much, but it was simultaneously all that much. She nodded at it all, and then watched him, as he went and won her that plushie; the bell ringing so loud, she thought it might have cracked a bit. When he handed it to her, and said that phrase, she cracked for a moment. A soft sob, something small, that could be barely heard, even by Ty's enhanced senses. She practically choked on it, and slowly, a tear escaped from her eye; one lone tear. As it did, she clutched the panda to her chest. She had always wanted to be Dad's favorite, Dad's little princess, she had been. His passing had hurt so much... Eventually, she sighed, and the tears faded from her eyes. She kept them closed, however, and her hands glowed around the panda. Before Ty's eyes, it became highlighted in that golden flame. Unlike Ty, hers had a nimbus of equal blue inside of it, making it similar, but different. The plushie slowly shrank down, till it was just about three inches high, and two inches across. From its back grew out a soft golden chain, matching in a circle, with clasp in the back. She undid the mechanism, and put it around her neck; the prize now hanging just above her busom. When he came to kiss her, however, she did something beyond surprising; she pressed right back. She leaned up on her tippy-toes, and fed him that kiss right back against his questing lips, holding it for just as long as he gave it. When they seperated, she offered him a small smile."Thank you...", she trailed off, with a loving tone, before her lips quirked up."...you big ol' baka...", she added, just to show she was okay now. She quickly nodded to his request, and gave a soft laugh. "...Alright, sure. And don't worry about Jess and I... Mythic relationships are usually pretty open, at least until marriage. She's just a massive freak, in bed, so I might get a little possesive, but as long as you don't push too far, I guess I don't mind...", she trailed off, and looked away, as a soft blush once more came to her cheeks. They walked back towards the concert, in silence, something about the lack of a conversation made their loving moment all the better, in retrospect.
It seemed, however, that Ty wouldn't get his moment on the Eye, just yet, when they returned to the concert. He would fin Jess twirling with Alira; the practically waltzing, in a dirty fashion, and laughing their asses off. Upon spotting him--rather, Alira piping up with his name--Jess spun, and disengaged from the wyverness. Quickly, she dashed forward, beaming upon them a smile, and took both Ty's, as well as Kimmi's hand, tugging them towards the dancefloor. To Ty she exclaimed happily, "Fuck the cafe, tonight! Let's just have fun!", the first time he had heard her curse, it was rather surprising; and if Ty was paying attention, he notice the light glow of intoxication on her cheeks. She wasn't drunk, that was for sure, but in the time that he and Kimmie had been gone, it was clear that she had hit up some of the liquour vendors.
Kimmie only laughed, and eagerly joined in, grabbing her lover, and rubbing on her rather lewdly. The concert was practically a rave at this point, as the night had progressed, they had transferred into EDM music, lighting the pier up with flashing lights and pulse-pounding sound. Alira was the first to take Ty, grabbing his hands when Jess was pulled away. She spun in them, and backed up, pressing herself up against his chest, bum-first. Seemingly to have learned rather quickly from the crowd around them, she wiggled her hips, and descended slowly, before jumping back up, and giving him a quick nuzzle to the neck. It was impossible to tell if the rambunctious wyvern had anything to drink, like the half-elf, but he probably wouldn't be thinking of that anyway. After nuzzling him, she spun, and pressed into him again, starting to dance--quite literally-- circles around him. Soon enough, they'd be joined by the other two girls, whom had their fill of feeling each other up. They joined Ty, and dance with him, Jess being rather promiscuously close, and rubbing on him in her emerald dress on occasion, while Kimmie just had her fun, flitting about them all, and occasionally taking her own flirty dances with Alira.
While spinning and concurrently being spun around by the trio of girls enjoying their time with him, Ty would spot Libidine, far off to the side. She was surrounded by several Mythics & men--at least six or seven--with all of their attention riveted on her. While Jess might be quite the dancer, and she definitely beat Libi on raw skill, their was something to be said about the succubi's inherent abilities. She had the men practically drooling over her, and with his vision, Ty could see their bulges in shorts and jeans; their assorted clothing. But, Libi was loving it all. She danced around and amongst the men, intertwining her body on their, and occasionally backing herself up, to grind promiscuously on them. Ty could tell--both, through their link, and because of the slight flush, and predatory gleam in her eyes-- that she was having a lot fun. In fact, he could tell she was becoming heftily aroused as well; it wouldn't be long before either she, or the men, lost control.
It was the first time something like this had happened, and Ty was confronted with an important, moral and relationship-bearing, choice. Libi was a succubus, a being of pure lust, that, while capable of immensely enjoying other things, loved sex over all. Very few possible scenarios were off the table, for the girl, and it usually came to the dirtier, the better. He knew from a simple analysis of the events before--namely, Bannu beating the shit out of him, and the hobgoblin fight--that humans couldn't see Mythic abilities, or their natural forms. Since one could assume that Libi's raw attractionary appeal was an ability, he could guess that it would be hidden by the haze, to everyone that wasn't a Mythic. And to those Mythics that would see, well, it was simply understandable. One cannot deny one's entire nature. Or, at the very least, Ty had never heard of any orgies appearing in public,on the news; and succubi couldn't be that rare. He had seen his fair share, moving along the streets with random other Mythics, and the occasional human. Hell, there were some here, grinding up upon their assumed Masters, as well as Mistress'! So, the question was, what to do about Libi at the moment.
Would he deny her the very nature and instinct that drove her to theses actions? Would he rather face the anger of a Libi depraved of her joy, in order to hold square the typicality of human relationships? Would he rather hope that it was right to separate her, despite her apparent eagerness; believing that was the only way for her still love him?
Or, would he allow her what her soul always sought? Would he allow her to sate the cravings of her body and mind, with those that he didn't even know? Would he allow himself the safety of conscience, and true belief, that a being made of lust incarnate, could truthfully love another, while following the very nature of herself?