<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – 'Lux' Main Floor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Oh thank the merciful X’hal</em>, the Princess of Tamaran breathed a visible sigh of relief, as soon as the Earthling confirmed that he was not a stranger to gratification after all. There was no need for an immediate intervention in that respect, though she was still somewhat sceptical. ‘Momentary’ gratification did not sound very positive. Certainly, she’d be very offended if someone were to speak of the coitus with her as a ‘moment’ of satisfaction. It made the pleasure sound so tragic and fleeting and not very satisfying at all! Her concerned frown, therefore, wasn’t easing any time soon, especially as Lucifer continued to explain his reasoning. She had suspected that Humans might be fragile, given how the cowardly General Hokum was always evasively on the run rather than standing up to his foes like a<em>true</em>warrior would and should. She was still getting used to the idea that<em>this</em>Human was an anomaly compared to the others, and indeed, not even ‘Human’ at all, according to him. So, whilst she was yet to judge for herself how strong Humans were compared to a Tamaranean, she was also now curious to likewise find an opportunity to test the limits of<em>his</em>strength. He was already no doubt rightfully presuming that individually, they were both stronger than Humans, but should she be worried about breaking<em>him</em>too? Perhaps it would be good for him to experience a stronger conquest, where there was no need to focus on holding back during the throes of pleasure. All the more reason for him to taste the many varieties of the Vega System.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he openly agreed with her sentiment, which Koriand’r was genuinely very happy to hear. What followed though, supplanted her glee with a mixture of intrigue and awe. First of all, he did not look older than… well, she had no idea how to guess Human years, but in terms of Tamaranean physiology – wait, did he say, two hundred and<em>eighty-nine</em>variations and the<em>eight</em>core positions? A very distracted Koriand’r double blinked, forgetting all about trying to guess his age as she instead tried to fathom how there could possibly by positions and variations which she wasn’t aware of. Within Sector 2814, at least – she couldn’t speak for other Galaxies, after all. The way that he was talking though… could it be that he was both more experienced<em>and</em>older than her?<em>How very intriguing and most unexpected!</em>Canting her head slightly, she went back to trying to guess his age. In Tamaranean years, he could perhaps pass for five hundred? He was so clean-shaven though, and his hair was cut so short, which made it difficult to imagine him as a thousand-year old male. Given the way that he spoke about his desires though, it certainly made sense that he was older than he looked, but for now, she decided to treat him as an equal in terms of age and potential experience, until proven otherwise. Proof which would no doubt be rather enjoyable to obtain, so she likewise gave a little smile as he chuckled over the prospect finding out if she in turn, was capable of handling his desires. She certainly hadn’t yet met a<em>willing</em>sentient being who she<em>wasn’t</em>capable of handling, or being handled by, without a just cause. The Culacaoan males for instance, simply preferred their snail-like females, whilst the unmoving Ogyptuan giants were simply incapable of processing time the same way that other species did. She had very much enjoyed the mutated Dredfahlians and the matriarchal Euphorians though, whilst the more bestial Karnans would always hold a very special place in her heart.<br/><br/>Reminiscing about her home and the many joys she'd had there, would have to wait for another time though, especially when she was constantly being fed cultural information about Earth and the customs of the Human females. So then, their subtle language of love was not all that different to what she knew and practiced already, and she was glad to hear that sexuality was not entirely strict one way or the other. Perhaps more on that another time though, as the arrival of a male staff member – who was trying to wear a very passive facial expression having caught the tail-end of the conversation; managed to divert the alien princess’ attention to the bottle being uncorked and then carefully poured.<em>Ah!</em>A fruity beverage, perhaps? Judging from the very deep red colour alone, it looked like the fermented juices served on Tamaran otherwise known as 'Nectar' or 'Ambrosia', if her Earth translations were correct. Once Lucifer rested the bottle on the table, Koriand’r wasted no time reaching for her glass, and brought it closer to her lips; not to taste though. First, she wanted to smell it, and immediately she was delighted, not only because she’d guessed correctly, but because it smelt promising too. Her gaze focused back on him, peering at him over the brim of the glass as she attentively listened whilst inhaling the wine quite contentedly.<em>Oh</em>, she would have to pace herself then, but the ‘toast’ – that sounded like a wonderful idea! Beaming, her eyes literally lit up at the opportunity to express her feelings and hear him express his in return, and although his actual toast wasn’t<em>quite</em>what she had in mind, she was nonetheless very pleased to hear it, and more than happy to reciprocate.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes! To many new experiences and to the sharing of culture. To being grateful, to have made a new friend and to being glad that it was here that my ship most fortunately crashed. And, now we do the clink?”</strong>Copying him, she lifted her glass to gently tap the edge against his and, after a delighted little giggle at how easy this Earth-custom was, she finally brought the rim to her lips to take a very generous sip. At once, her brows lifted, and once she’d swallowed, she pursed her lips a moment to savour the taste before excitedly sharing her approval.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmm! It is very smooth but it is not very fruity, and it almost tastes like… trees? And… oh! There is something smoky in the afterwards.”</strong>Yes, there was definitely something quite leafy and smoky behind the fruity layer, which made her question the ingredients.<strong>“I also do not think it has been fermented for long enough,”</strong>she added after taking another sniff of the liquid before a smaller sip this time.<strong>“But if wine is to be like Tamaran’s Nectar, then it is meant to inspire and enhance the coitus? Mm… you said alcohol but I still do not taste or feel it. What is this wine made from?”</strong><br/><br/>Granted, she was yet to discover all the fruits of Earth, but if this ‘wine’ was anything like the Tamaranean equivalent, then surely it had been processed using at least one fermented fruit, and surely it served a more aphrodisiacal purpose? It did not taste very inspiring, but perhaps she had pre-judged it. Perhaps it was a grower and needed time to sit, so with that in mind, she put the glass down to resist the urge to ‘rudely’ down it all in one.<br/>