[IC] Act 3, Scene 2 : Journey of a Thousand Leagues... [Creation is your oyster]

[Haku1]

It is obvious that the young Spring Blossom was utterly scandalized by what Telega whispered and was doing. And also completely and increasingly aroused.


Still, it didn't appear that much was happening. At least beyond a number of his peers that he had traveled with missing. Quite likely with their own selected companions for the night.

 

[Crasical]

Telega finally took a moment away from teasing her, like a potter leaning back to look at the vase as it span upon the wheel, noting how all the meticulously details came together into a beautiful whole.


Well, once the clay has been shaped, it's time to fire it, isn't it?


Telega swept Spring Blossom up into his arms, kissing her lovingly and carrying her off to his bed, whispering lewd promises to pleasure her perfectly in every position and orifice he was able, to fill her with passion and ecstasy again and again until exhaustion dragged them both into dark slumber....


Though his first experiences had been clumsy but gentle soldier's love during his stay at the House of Bells, the manipulations of his House had given Telega the appetites and techniques of a true Cynis. Where anyone watching them, they might feel a pang of sympathy for the busty young Spring Blossom, for despite Telega's deserved reputation as unnecessarily kind to mortals, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

 

[Brekkir]

Finally toning down his blasé attitude just a notch - letting down the distinct impression that somebody had roused him out of his statuesque contemplation and kindled his passion - Yoran finally stepped calmly, deliberately, towards the young maiden with whom he felt like sharing his bed tonight - not necessarily the prettiest, but the one who looked most... lively. Who had a tad more charm to offer than the blind motions of lust-seared flesh - though there would be that too.


"May I offer you a dance, young lady?" he said with measured politeness but the shadow of a knowing smile at his lips - and his eyes like dancing embers, the incandescent play of light on his long dark hair, marks of his highly refined blood of the Dragons...

 

[danakir]

Settling down on said barrel, the blush on the young man's face said more about what he wanted or hoped to gain than any words he might utter. "Well... erm... I wanted to... to cheer you up. And and... you looked so sad and and..."

Slipping uncomfortably closer and violating his personal space, Coriander leans down against the boy and firmly grasps the fragile youth's chin even as she holds it in place so that she can look into his eyes, her own warm body brushing against his, her expression yet unreadable "And so you figured that one of the Cynis would be an easily lay, yes?" she lets go of him even as she stands back up fully, tall and proud as only the regal scion of the dragons could be.


She looms over him as she next speaks, bringing her kiseru to her lips "You're nothing but another horny country bumpkin after all." she chuckles softly, humiliating him with the harsh precision of a dedicated socialite "But don't give me that look, there's no need to be sad." she lightly trails one hand against his chest, stealing his heartbeat away for an instant as if the reaper of souls made flesh.


She slightly tilts her head, her gaze both lurid yet also tremendously disturbing, that of an unsurpassable predator looming over an idiot rabbit which willingly rolls over to expose its delicious yet oh-so-fragile belly "Pain and pleasure, is that what you want? For me to show you glory and divinity unlike anything else..." she licks her lips meaningfully, catching such an innocent boy's fancy with her willful seduction.


With the wit and charm of the worst of Malfeas, she slips to his side, holding him down against the wall against which the barrel rested with no force, only her overwhelming and intoxicating presence, just as the poisoning fumes of that aphrodisiac and deadly plant...


The Black Lotus brushed her lips against his sensitive ear "Until you break." she promised him, watching for his reaction with mild interest. Either way, it'd prove distinctly entertaining for her.

 

[Haku1]

Here, the young maiden nodded in response to Misora's assertive statement. After all, it didn't seem right for gods to be doubtful of themselves.

 

[Haku1]

Clearly the young Spring Blossom had no idea just what she had gotten into. After all, the Cynis' reputation as seducers, tempters, and masters of the sensual arts were quite well deserved.


And so, the young farm girl was swept off to the privacy of an inn room...


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OOC


Fade to black...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pTHCuez1zM

 

[Haku1]

The blush from the green haired maiden was a good indication that she might be pliable to the charms of Yoran. Admittedly, she likely did have some divine heritage in her ancestry, that or she had some dragonblooded ancestry or something having command of essence in her lineage.


There was also the fact that she was dressed like one might expect a hinterland priestess to... which made divinity in her ancestry a higher possibility. As was the possibility that the village worshiped a weak and impotent god or one that didn't pay attention to its village if wyld barbarians could freely raid it.


"I... I would be delighted, my lord," her curtsy was measured, polite and quite practiced given her composture at his offer of a dance.

 

[Haku1]

The boy swallowed and nodded silently at her words, the blush at her words, her presence, the thick cloying scent of flowers was evidence that he might hold... certain carnal interests in Coriander. As did the sensation of a certain rising bulge in his trousers against her thigh.


"My... my goddess... I... I... didn't... didn't mean to... to offend."

 

[Mei]

Here, the young maiden nodded in response to Misora's assertive statement. After all, it didn't seem right for gods to be doubtful of themselves.

"Would you like something to eat?" Misora asked sweetly, smile just as sweet. Unlike many of her peers, she was compassionate and understood that commoners have feelings, too.

 

[Brekkir]

Yoran smiled at the young maiden's reply. He took her hand, and kissed it softly. "May I have the pleasure of hearing your name? You may call me Yoran, if you wish," he said in a suave voice, all the while guiding her in the first steps of a classical dance of the Blessed Isle - it would have been the latest fashion two centuries ago, but he had never given much interest to the more recent trends past the mandatory Dynastic education basics. It was simple enough that they would not have to fear stepping on each other's toes, at least, and it could easily pave the way for more... sensuous moves. Even though he was not the most accomplished dancer, he was naturally dextrous, and focused his attention on the task at hand.


I hope Coriander doesn't read too much into the fact that I doted on the green-haired maiden. She looks like she and Misora have enough problems to deal with.

 

[danakir]

Brushing a hand through the bright silken forest surrounding her face, she exhales a small cloud of drugs from her lungs, the thick yet sweet aroma surrounding her with the allure of an exotic predator. Still wielding that cruel smile of hers with expertise, she shakes her head as if overwhelmed by mild disgust "Your existence offends me. I'd unleash untold agony on you for such unrequited desire, yet with such perfect masochism you'd probably enjoy it." she grabs him by his hair roughly and throws him to the ground unceremoniously, glaring down at his form with the kind of distant glare that stings just as fiercely as a winter storm.


"Worthless." she presses the sole of her shoe down between his legs with insincere lust, admitedly this did cause her to shiver slightly from sheer sadistic glee yet still she felt no true pleasure "You sad pathetic creature." she laughs bitterly, pressing her hand against her face as if breaking down right in front of him.


"Leave now, before I break you." one last warning for him to escape her terrible brand of carnal passion, one last chance to forget her face twisted by regret with impossible anger ready to burst just underneath.


So...


Lonely.

 

[Haku1]

The nod at Misora's question was accompanied with a blush, even if it did sound patronizing or perhaps like one would expect a noble to speak to a favorite. As it definitely wasn't an amorous question.

 

[Haku1]

While Yoran was not the best of dancers, he was still the child of the dragons and thus as skillful as he needed to be. While his partner was likely a godblooded, she followed his lead. "M...my name? I suppose you could call me Kotiya Sana, or just Sana."

 

[Haku1]

The young man swallowed drily at the fearsome presence that Coriander presented. He was but a mortal, and she a veritable goddess, still... perhaps it was lust, bravado... or something else... he shook his head at her last warning...

 

[Mei]

The nod at Misora's question was accompanied with a blush, even if it did sound patronizing or perhaps like one would expect a noble to speak to a favorite. As it definitely wasn't an amorous question.

Misora asked another person to get her a plate. "Is there anything in particular you would like? You can have anything you want tonight." The Ledaal smiled widened.

 

[Brekkir]

"Sana... I like that," he said, drawing progressively closer to her like flames licking a priceless tapestry while the dance was going on, but making no bold move... yet.


"A pretty name for a very pretty girl... but you are not just that. Forgive my bluntness, but I have noticed... something about you, both strange and alluring - perhaps the former causing the latter, who know? Would you mind telling me a bit more?" he asked in a reassuring, soothing tone - it was common knowledge that Immaculate dogma frowned on dalliances between spirits and men, so he did not wish to spook her -, whispering softly, his hands delicately increasing the pressure on her hand and waist, guiding them slightly apart from the rest of the villagers as they went through the motions of the dance, letting her bosom gently press against his chest...

 

[danakir]

"Have it your way." her gaze grows bolder as the forbidden flame of her dark passion ignites within, only enhancing her allure as her lips curl into what can only be described as a vicious smirk. Easily she lifts him to his feet and shoving him against a nearby wall, she thoroughly ravages him.


Crushing his body and spirit, breaking him thoroughly and intensely with that destructive love of hers. What she leaves behind is shattered and pitiful, but she is satisfied and her brand of lust is addictive beyond compare. She is expert and glorious, as the heady toxin of some impossibly potent illicit venom.


Coiling around heart and soul, hissing softly this cold melody of the emerald snake with pearly eyes as swallowed darkness between the stars...


Veritable deity there can be no doubt, but dark foreboding goddess nevertheless.

 

[Haku1]

"Well... I don't... really, you know..." her blush grew stronger. "Whatever you are having, I guess. Miss Misora."

 

[Haku1]

"Ahhh," an eyebrow rose as Sana moved with Yoran. "Well... I suppose it could be because I am the child of the village's goddess."

 

[Haku1]

Clearly the young man had no idea just what he had gotten himself into. Or he might, given that he was chasing after a dark and terrible mistress of pain and torment. After all, the Cynis' reputation were quite well deserved.


And so, the young man was ravished against the wall...


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OOC


Fade to black...

 

[danakir]

***


OOC


My alternate proposition for this musical interlude

 

[Mei]

"Well... I don't... really, you know..." her blush grew stronger. "Whatever you are having, I guess. Miss Misora."

"Alright, I will get you what I'm having." The Ledaal asked someone else, again, to get her some of the food she was having and then has the plate handed to Kanane. "Please, don't be shy and scoot in closer."

 

[danakir]

"Well... I don't... really, you know..." her blush grew stronger. "Whatever you are having, I guess. Miss Misora."

Misora's eyes flickered over to Coriander first... Disapproval crossing her delicate features before turning to the young girl with a smile. "Alright, I will get you what I'm having." The Ledaal asked someone else, again, to get her some of the food she was having and then has the plate handed to Kanane. "Please, don't be shy and scoot in closer."

OOC


How? Coriander left away from the party earlier with the young man stalking her.

 

[Mei]

"Well... I don't... really, you know..." her blush grew stronger. "Whatever you are having, I guess. Miss Misora."

Misora's eyes flickered over to Coriander first... Disapproval crossing her delicate features before turning to the young girl with a smile. "Alright, I will get you what I'm having." The Ledaal asked someone else, again, to get her some of the food she was having and then has the plate handed to Kanane. "Please, don't be shy and scoot in closer."

OOC


How? Coriander left away from the party earlier with the young man stalking her.

I totally missed that.

 

[Brekkir]

"Ahhh," an eyebrow rose as Sana moved with Yoran. "Well... I suppose it could be because I am the child of the village's goddess."

"Mmh, that is very interesting," Yoran whispering, his fingers playing langorously with a lock of her hair before brushing the nape of her neck. "This makes you someone... exceptional."


He calmed himself a bit, looking at her with curious, but somewhat still playful eyes. "Please forgive my curiosity. I... find you fascinating. Delightfully so. Would you tell me a bit more about you? Your life? What do you aim to do?"