<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 / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Generally, it didn’t take much to instil a sense of reassurance within a Tamaranean; especially one as emotive as the Princess of the First House. Like many of her ancestors before her, Koriand’r deeply valued genuine and very direct expressions. So, when Lucifer openly admitted that she wasn’t the slightest bit frustrating, she was likewise able to appreciate his honesty with a relieved and relaxed smile. His comparison was fair, and honestly, she hadn’t thought about it that way, until now that he’d pointed it out to her; but perhaps that was simply because she didn’t mind sharing certain details about her reason for coming to Earth? Certainly though, she understood and appreciated that some details were harder to share with new acquaintances. The murder of her parents and younger brother, for example, would be a very difficult memory to revisit. Similarly, very few souls within the universe knew the truth and the intricacies behind her years of enslavement at the cost of her sister’s rise to power.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes, you are right…”</strong>She openly admitted having taken that frowning moment to consider his reassuring words, and trailing off a little forlorn afterwards.<strong>“I did not consider the complications of my own story, and for that, I am sorry.”</strong>She was not downcast for long, however. In fact, she perked up at what felt to her like a more heartfelt moment, and an invitation to ‘bond’ even further with this new acquaintance. This new ‘friend’?<strong>“I will look forward to the sharing of our stories when we are both more comfortably acquainted, Lucifer Morningstar.”</strong>As soon as the compromise left her lips, she already felt much happier with the arrangement.<br/><br/>Fun<em>and</em>honest? Now he was<em>really</em>talking her language, which was all the more reason for her to beam at him expectantly, as though she’d just mutually sealed his promise to deliver on that ‘good impression’. Perhaps it would not hurt then to try<em>one</em>more Earth beverage, at least? The current flavour was not even making her tingle, and the glass was already half empty, which was not leaving her much hope for the rest. But first, a much-needed explanation as to why he felt the need to keep speaking so formally to her. Even his apology accompanied by the ‘Princess’ title yet again, caused the confused narrowing of her eyes. But…<em>Ah!</em>He was being…<em>affectionate</em>? Her expression eased slightly, although the concept of a Royal title being used so intimately seemed very strange to her.<em>Friends called each other ‘Princess’?</em>The Euphorians undoubtedly would have regarded that as an outright disrespectful insult worthy of execution, whilst even a non-royal Tamaranean wouldn’t dare use such regal titles so flippantly amongst the common castes. Seeing as she<em>was</em>a Princess though, she could hardly berate him when he was trying to be friendly, in his own, strange and Earthling ways. Actually, it was quite sweet that he already considered her a friend. In fact, the more that she considered his explanation, the more honoured she felt to already be deserving of a nickname.<br/><br/><strong>“Ah! Then it is a compliment!”</strong>She concluded, perking up quite a bit as she finally understood his reasoning.<strong>“Oh, but if I am to be your Princess, must I then call you my Prince?”</strong>Well, it was probably better than calling him her ‘anomaly’…<br/><br/>Koriand’r could debate over nicknames later though. There were far more pressing questions at hand right now, such as the Tamaranean anatomy versus Human preferences. She’d been sitting down for too long in her spaceship, so it was nice to get up and stretch her legs, and even nicer still to be afforded the objective appraisal of Lucifer’s diagnostic gaze as she towered over him.<em>Hmm</em>… Humans only favoured<em>four</em>main parts!? But on Tamaran, every part of the body was beautiful in its’ own right! The only thing stopping her from exclaiming out loud, was the gentle touch of Lucifer’s warm fingertips against the exposed flesh on her thighs. There genuinely wasn’t a single part of her body which she disliked, and it was unheard of for any Tamaranean not to love their own body. It was therefore always enjoyable to see which parts of her met the approval of others, and interestingly, Lucifer started with her thighs. Unsurprising, after all; she had encountered very few males who did not relish the idea of having their lover’s thighs wrapped around them, and she’d also be disappointed if that opportunity was not on this particular table too. At least, it was clearly obvious that Lucifer approved of her legs, which she gladly noted for future reference.<br/><br/>However, there were still three more parts of her in need of his appraisal, according to<em>Human</em>tradition, that is; and for a brief moment, she thought that the second might be her wide hips. Yet his touch continued to circle around her hips, until he was almost but not quite cupping two handfuls of her plentiful derriere.  Honestly, she was a little disappointed, until he turned her around and traced over the curve of her plump ‘backside’, as he called it. Another affectionate term, perhaps? Grinning, she peered her shoulder at him, and arched her back to purposefully stick her butt out a fraction further, forcing and encouraging the more direct contact of his fingertips against her semi-exposed cheeks. The contact was short and sweet though, as he again used the leverage of her hips to turn her back round to face him.<em>What was next?</em>Koriand’r honestly had no clue, but it was becoming quite the exciting little guessing game. Now would it be her hips? Or her navel, perhaps? What about her shoulders and neck? The fact that he stood up, forcing her gaze to lift as their height dynamic was altered, added further suspense to the entertaining ‘game’.<br/><br/>And then, the final two features were revealed, and she grinned at how one of them at least, was<em>very</em>universal. Had she ever met a male who wasn’t obsessed by the mammary glands? Perhaps the bigger question right now was, did he have the gall to touch her<em>there</em>too? She stared up at him with curious expectation, trying her hardest to appear neutral rather than eager, in an effort not to influence his actions. She wanted to see how far he was willing to push against the boundaries based upon his own devices, although<em>technically</em>, he’d already enjoyed the touch of her lips. If he was willing to trace the outline of her butt though, then really, why did he not do the same to her breasts? Were Humans yet another species who placed value and reverence in the milk-producing glands? Well, that was<em>one</em>cultural difference which she’d gladly educate him on, and now seemed as good a time as any on that score. So, as he continued to offer her fashion advice by Human standards, proving how observantly he’d been admiring her features, she meanwhile slowly placed her hand over his and, whilst listening with unrelenting eye contact,<em>very</em>gradually guided his hand from her waist, up the exposed side of her torso. He’d no doubt feel the contraction of her ribs as the glide of his warm touch stimulated that sensitised, erogenous area, but the journey<em>– if he followed her lead –</em>stopped there, with his thumb brushing against the underside of her breast. A gentler smile reacted to his ‘shapeless sack’ comment, though she wasn’t so sure that she shared his sentiments on that account.<strong>“You are trying to flatter me,”</strong>she realised out loud, and the look in her attentive eyes was beyond proof that it was working.<br/><br/>An elated little gasp escaped her though, as Lucifer’s single step closer was accompanied not only by the warmth of his body but also, a subtle but sure glimpse of pressure against her hip which she was<em>not</em>expecting.<em>Oh!</em>He was much stronger than he looked, and suffice to say, despite her previous rejection, her arm had definitely been twisted now. One more drink couldn’t hurt,<em>right</em>? Besides, how could she possibly refuse when he was quite literally placing something very sweet smelling under her nose to tantalise her taste buds with renewed intrigue.<br/><br/><strong>“Strike my… fancy?”</strong>She repeated the very colloquial phrasing with a bemused expression, but a dulcet little laugh escaped her nonetheless from the combination of how silly the words sounded together, alongside her overall glee. Sitting opposite him at the table felt too starched and formal, so she was happy to be standing in closer proximity, basking in his warmth and lingering touches. Concerns over making a ‘good’ first impression were diminished as soon as she relented with a sip of the offered liquid, which was much thicker and sweeter than the previous wine, and had a slightly stickier texture.<em>Dessert wine</em>, he called it.<strong>“Yes! I like it!”</strong>Koriand’r instantly approved with eyes lighting up.<strong>“I would like to try more...”</strong><br/><br/>More wine, more rum, more colourful and assorted liqueurs… What could possibly go wrong?<br/><br/><div align="center"> <em><strong>~ FIN ~</strong></em></div>