<em>Storytelling</em><br/><br/>Day 1<br/><br/>Kieri and Alwyn.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br/>"Ticklish just means sensitive, under the right hands," Kieri replied as she took two fingers, pressed together and starting tracing them over Alwyn. On her skin where she could, over her clothes where they, unfortunately, blocked the way. It wasn't clear if she was miming the markings she would place or merely enjoying the way Alwyn reacted to her touch. "I am no skilled marks-smith," Kieri replied. "I can read them, of course, but other than that, I only know the basics. But it begins with a conversation. You sit with your mark-smiths as they prepare the oils and preoare your body. Who you are, what you are, what you want to be shown... And often what you don't want to show, but should show anyway. And always, at the center, is this." Her other hand went to Alwyn's shoulder. Moving down and pulling gently, she managed to reach the mage's hand, which she placed on her own belly. "A mark of power. Some great achievement that all else revolves around. It's not always here, but it's always there. For you, if our plan works, maybe it will be a book. Or a fire. Or maybe it would be this instead." Her fingers moved over the tattoos on Alwyn's shoulder. "Your own markings. They have meaning too, right?"<br/><br/>"My preferences..." Kieri hesitated. "I'm... goblin. To a human like you, my preferences would seem vast and diverse. Especially since I practice what I say when I say that everyone should get a chance. Certainly, a human mage, beautiful and powerful fit inside of them. But even more than my preferences, is what I want."<br/><br/>Kieri spoke goblin, then. It was a rough, guttural language, but the way she spoke, it had a sort of strange, enticing rhythm and something like a deep melody to it. "This is the true version of the pact I came to share with you," she said once she was done. "It means a lot of thing, a lot of important things. And a lot of things that a human would maybe not understand or want." She shook her head. "I wouldn't expect you to. It wouldn't be fair. But when I gave my vow, I was ready to do any and all of it, just as much as you would want in return. And part of it is this." She took Alwyn's hand and moved it higher, to her breast. "I am yours. All of me. Fully." She took a hold of Alwyn's breast once more. "And you are mine. More than preference, I want to speak of what I want. I want you on that bed, without any clothes to get in our way. I want to touch, to taste all of you. I want to hear how you sound when I bring you pleasure. But I will not." She removed her hand. "Not unless you want the same."