<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>I was hesitating on this post, because I feel like for Tehr this is a REALLY big moment, bigger than almost any other moment he's experienced in the game.  I imagine that his relationship with Rosalyn is going to be deeper than with anyone else, barring maybe Christina or Angelique.  I see the blossoming of his relationship with Rosalyn to be an adventure in itself and one that's going to shape his actions in the future.  He's NEVER going to stop tomcatting around, and he's certainly not going to give up the little harem he's built.  Furthermore if the queen decides to offer marriage, he'll take it because that is his duty.  But I foresee his relationship with the elf to become something closer to love than with any other woman as what has been a months long obsession is finally realized.  What remains to be seen is how that relationship will develop, if she can accept a place as only one of his lovers, and possibly as the mistress to the king of the realm, then so be it.  But if she can not, if she pulls away from him as his life goes on, it will likely make him a little more bitter and cool towards relationships in general.<br/><br/>So with all that being said, I felt weird making rolls for how he preforms.  But in the end, I decided to go with it because it would help me write the scene.  So I rolled, and first roll..... 1.  But then I remembered, Lucky at love feat!  boom, reroll into something great!   :)<br/><br/>Full Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 18 to the total<br/>Comment: Tehrs perform sex check<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 19<br/><br/>Full Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 23 to the total<br/>Comment:<strong> Tehrs perform sex check - lucky at love reroll</strong><br/>Result: 14, <br/><strong>Total: 37</strong><br/><br/>So, pretty happy about that.  I can't imagine many mortal creatures having a skill at lovemaking that would allow them to get a 37 on a roll.  Just to put that in a pathfinder frame of reference;  If that was an athletics check, rolling a 37 would mean that he could make a running long jump of 35 feet, in the rain, on slippery ground.  The world long jump record is a little over 29 feet in real life.  So.... a 37 for perform sex is quite literally superhuman.  Tehr is, when he is in his niche, quite amazing.  I love him so much.  <br/><br/>On a side note, I still would like to continue leveling him because I have some great ideas with higher level spells that would be fun to play around with, and if you're not opposed to it I think finally bedding Rosalyn might be an acceptable 'level up' point?<br/><br/>Finally, I can't remember if Rosalyn was a virgin or not.  It doesn't matter to me either way, but for some reason I was thinking she might have been but wasn't sure.  So I tried to avoid any references to it.  Hope this post is ok.<br/><br/></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/c9SoI5v.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Tehr's mind, for once, was completely at peace with the elf maid.  No thoughts flit through his mind that weren't on the immediacy of their dance, the touch of her flesh, the smell of her body, or the pure joy that flowed through him.  Even as his cock strained fully erect, pressing against her and the gauzy dress she wore, completely unhindered by the illusionary garment he wore, it felt perfectly natural and right.  There was not that urgent need, it felt perfect and natural as they danced, bare feet sliding along the stone floor of the solarium.  At some point during the dance he let the illusion fade, leaving him clad in only the bracers upon his wrists.  It felt wrong to even have that illusion between them.  Her dance faltered not one step as he did so as by then she knew the naked touch of his flesh through the illusion, and they spun and touched and moved together, again, in a perfect harmonious dance.<br/><br/>Tonight was the perfect counterpoint to the dance they had shared in this very same room days ago, when she had invited him on the ritual dance to welcome spring.  Then his passion had been too high, his lusts riding his brain, causing them to move in misstep.  But now it was the opposite, they both felt that burning passion equally, and moved in glorious harmony, each step, each touch, a promise and a pleading beg for more, more, more, always more.  For once it was not Tehr who broke to the lusts first as Rosalyn crashed into him.  Her almond shaped elven eyes seemed to almost glow a dim green in the dim moonlit room as she pleaded with him,<em>"Please dance with me in every way we can... I wish to feel you in my whole being... "</em>her teeth grazing his naked chest as she could no longer resist the fires that burned in her for this human man.<br/><br/>Tehr bent his neck towards her and captured her lips with his own, his arms encircling her and drawing her into him.  Tehr was not an overly strong man, more on the lanky side than athletic, but in that moment his arms gripped her tight against him.  He did not seek to possess her, to own her, to control her, as sometimes was the case with other lovers.  No, this was a joining, a meeting of two bodies, and hers writhed against his with a passion that spoke of her need.  He knew there was no need for further foreplay.  The entire night since their dance had been foreplay.  The last few months of knowing her had been foreplay.  Now was the time of that ultimate act to complete what had started the moment he laid eyes on her at an inn located in halfling lands.  He drew her down with him as he made for the floor, lifting off and tossing away the sheer gown she wore, it was unnecessary and forgotten the moment it left his fingers, flung somewhere aside.<br/><br/>The two moved, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss, with a grace and harmony that had carried over from the dance.  Until Tehr felt the cool stone beneath his backside and legs, and the heat of her body in his lap, against his chest.  It would be pointless to say that it was he that lifted her hips upwards, for the two were moving in sync, each movement felt natural as if both thinking the same thoughts and acting in concert.  But she was rising up and then lowering back down.  Effortlessly the tip of his cock found that wet center of her and the kiss broke then as she threw her head back and gasped.  Gasped and moaned out in pleasure as she slid down his hard thick shaft.  His instinct was to close his eyes at the bliss he felt of her sodden yet vice like tightness engulfing his manhood, but he could not.  He could not take his eyes from her, and to do so would seem sacrilegious in that moment.  He watched, committing every curve and line of her passion twisted face to his memory as she slid down him, bouncing slightly to work her way lower on the thick slab of cock that speared into her cleft, that stretched her womanhood open, that touched her oh so deep inside.<br/><br/>Only when she could take no more of him did she open her eyes again, gasping, then hungrily moving her face back towards him, eager for more kisses as the two moved together.  Her riding up and down, him shifting ever so slightly in tandem, making the strokes long and deep without her having to do all the work.  Their hands were not idle, but it did not matter, as the two were connected in a way that was more than just physical.  Her first wave of bliss crashed across her quickly, taking her breath away with the power of it, and leaving her body quaking and shaking, shocked with the sensation, unlike anything her fingers had ever before given her.  Tehr waited patiently, happily touching and caressing her shaking body and sweating flesh before moving again.<br/><br/>It mattered not that the floor was hard stone, for they were surrounded by life, in the form of the plants all around them, and their passion made them ignore the surroundings anyways.  After her second Tehr sensed her legs were tiring and he moved, laying her back before entering her.  Again and again he drove her past the point of pleasure that she thought was possible, and still he continued.  Shifting positions each time, bringing her knees up, then rolling her onto her side, spooning her from behind, rolling her onto her hands and knees and entering her, until finally even his own skill and own stamina could take no more.  He needed to say nothing as the sky outside the glass windows had already begun to turn a light purple, the promise of the dawn's rays soon at hand.  The two exhausted lovers looked into each others eyes, he again laying above her, her legs wrapped around his back, and he finally met his completion.  Burying himself to the hilt in her well and hard fucked sex, he released, spraying her with his hot needy seed.<br/><br/>The two were exhausted, a dance that had lasted hours not minutes, with a climactic finish that left them both breathless.  He drew away and out of her, but she eagerly clutched at him, not willing to let him go for a moment.  He nodded his acceptance and lay back on the cool stone that was now quite redolent with sweat and their sexual leavings (mostly hers).  She cradled in his arms, her head in the nape of his neck, and the two gasped and panted for breath, both rather astounded at what had happened, and at the same time perfectly understanding of the sheer perfection of the last few hours.<br/><br/>Only as her breath began to deepen into the soft rhythmic deep breathing of a human falling asleep or an elf entering a trance would he break just long enough to fetch cushions and a blanket from the nearby bench in the solarium, and lay them out.  Gently pulling her back to him, cradling her again in his arm, he tossed the blanket over their nude bodies, and lay back on the thin cushions with this beautiful elf against his body.  Then, before the dawns first rays broke over Londinium, the two lovers fell asleep in each others arms.  There, surrounded by the plants in the solarium, covered in sweat and sex, and satisfied beyond potentially what either of them had ever felt, they fell asleep in each other's embrace, happy.