Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Melinda froze, unsure what she had done that earned Lord Mykel’s dissatisfaction. He was part demon, wasn’t he? Nearly any other demon would have relished such a display. But his hands were gentle as he healed her, and there was an alien tenderness in his voice. Almost as if he were actually sincere.
Lord Furtan had charged them to seduce him. Not that it was a task either woman found difficult. He was extremely handsome, with his dark hair and eyes like molten gold. And they had succeeded, for a time, before the paladin had regained his senses. But still, he had questions and concerns, and they would have to tread carefully here to avoid upset Lord Furtan. “Of course, Lord Mykel. Lord Furtan charged us to attend to you, and if that if your request, consider it granted.”
Both women cleaned themselves as well as they could, and dressed, passing strewn about clothing to Mykel as well. One last attempt at playful flirtation that went unheeded. Once all three were dress, each woman took a side, walking through the manse. “Shall we walk along the waterfront? What questions did you have, for us?”
Constellations glittered on her scales as she glided on the winds, gaining more confidence in her flying skills. Letting the wind take her for a distance, until that last moment when she had to flap to maintain altitude. “This way,” She called, banking towards the east.
It wasn’t long before they were out of the city, and only a few moments later when they were past the farms that circled the castle walls. There was a lake, reflecting the endless majesty of the night sky, and Clara couldn’t help herself but to skim the surface, laughing a giddy laugh as cool water splashed her underside.
Watching for Verrier out of the corner of her eye, she waited. Letting him come close, closer, closer still, until finally he was close enough. Then she dipped a wing in water, splashing him right in the face. She stayed close just long enough to catch his expression, before flapping away, putting some distance between them, and inviting him to chase her.
Lord Furtan had charged them to seduce him. Not that it was a task either woman found difficult. He was extremely handsome, with his dark hair and eyes like molten gold. And they had succeeded, for a time, before the paladin had regained his senses. But still, he had questions and concerns, and they would have to tread carefully here to avoid upset Lord Furtan. “Of course, Lord Mykel. Lord Furtan charged us to attend to you, and if that if your request, consider it granted.”
Both women cleaned themselves as well as they could, and dressed, passing strewn about clothing to Mykel as well. One last attempt at playful flirtation that went unheeded. Once all three were dress, each woman took a side, walking through the manse. “Shall we walk along the waterfront? What questions did you have, for us?”
Constellations glittered on her scales as she glided on the winds, gaining more confidence in her flying skills. Letting the wind take her for a distance, until that last moment when she had to flap to maintain altitude. “This way,” She called, banking towards the east.
It wasn’t long before they were out of the city, and only a few moments later when they were past the farms that circled the castle walls. There was a lake, reflecting the endless majesty of the night sky, and Clara couldn’t help herself but to skim the surface, laughing a giddy laugh as cool water splashed her underside.
Watching for Verrier out of the corner of her eye, she waited. Letting him come close, closer, closer still, until finally he was close enough. Then she dipped a wing in water, splashing him right in the face. She stayed close just long enough to catch his expression, before flapping away, putting some distance between them, and inviting him to chase her.