<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4rRz029.png)(http://orig04.deviantart.net/245a/f/2013/027/7/1/los_lobos_by_artmagix-d5syz8k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laica and Calitorn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13403161#msg13403161)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, Laica from L5 to Yira’s room and Calitorn K5<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shahazadi, Tessela, Muineth, Nip mentioned, Open<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Laica 24/Calitorn 27<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 11/17, TAC: 11/11, FFAC: 10/16, CMD: 11/18<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +3/+4, Ref +3/+2, Will +3/+3, Init +1/+5, Perc +0/+0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Laica played the role of a plaything between Calitorn and Shahazadi, enduring the fellow fox’s soft attentions as she heightened the arousal he had lit. For all the frowns and grumbles that accompanied the muffled whimpers and gasps she did not hate them for using her, far from it. She knew very well Calitorn’s touch came from adoration and love rather than pure greed for fox butt, same for Shahazadi. She couldn’t really know why with the wall of silence stunting the conversation, but the nimble demi-human always had that sympathetic smile in her eye - as if she shared every plight and pleasure of her fellow fox. That much was clear from the moment Shahazadi had first grabbed her hand in the attempt to rescue her from Calitorn.<br/><br/>He, when noticing that twinkle of mischief light up on Shahazadi’s face at his offer, added, “It is far too early for her to enjoy it however. Take what you want, but make sure she doesn’t walk back any less aroused.” Laica let out a grumbling whimper. She didn’t really have a say in this, though she agreed it was better that way. Master knew better how to treat pets than her. Calitorn caught the fox’s eyes from looking at the ground and pulled them to meet his. He gave her a meaningful nod, raising a brow.<br/><br/>Laica blinked, turning from him to the cuddly figure hovering behind her. The slender invader beneath her panties encroached dangerously close, threatening to make the final step. “If that’s what master wants. Please take good care of…  Haahh… of m-mhmme... miss Shahazadi,” she said, her voice quivering as a lone finger casually explored her folds. Her eyes followed it withdraw and bring the plundered wetness to Shahazadi’s lips. Laica let out a long wistful sigh, imagining them wrapped around at the source of the dip. Imagined it for the brief instant it took for Shahazadi make up her mind on whether or not she wanted the same from Laica. Maybe, if she was a good girl, she could get it returned later.<br/><br/>An approving smile and wave of hand gave Shahazadi the equivalent of ‘good to go’ and ‘don’t worry’ all in one. Calitorn watched the collection of ten tails fluff out behind the corner and into the back room. He noticed them pause only for a brief moment to let Laica crouch down for something (pat Nip on the head). There were moments he felt Laica’s thoughts oozing through their link. He tried to block them off, though the occasional pangs of heightened arousal flooded through, forcing blood to rush down into his groin. The little fur might’ve thought herself the perfect slave, but beyond that she still had much to learn.<br/><br/>Calitorn stared vacantly at the group gathered around the hearth, pondering if he should order ale or something with a little more punch. Laica would be better off with real food. She had been getting a bit curvier after they met. Missing out on a meal might risk losing those perfectly squeezable thigh-<br/><br/>“Hm?” A sudden mention of his name snapped Calitorn out of clenching and unclenching his fingers around Laica’s imagined ass. The man went back to his regular composure in a snap, offering the two a hasty half smile as he observed them. Tessela caught the brunt of his stares. A curious woman. How exactly did she think to protect herself with that whip? Calitorn’s attention returned to Muineth. He waved at the seats around the table. “Please, go ahead. I’ve already enjoyed nearly a minute of peace. That must be a punishable offense in a tavern,” he said, a soft grin visiting his lips.<br/><br/>“So…” Calitorn continued, eyes on Tessala. “I’m not sure we’ve had the pleasure”-he extended a hand-”yet. Calitorn Startongue.” Knowing that the illusion of his hat would flicker in Tassala’s eyes the moment her hand clasped around his claw he added, “Master of my inner beast and one very uppity fur slave.” For the most part the man before Tessala was the same, though in that brief moment his fingers extended with long sharp claws and grin replaced with multiple rows of needle-like teeth. He withdrew the hand and settled back against the chair. "There's of course more to the story, but...   I'd rather not bore people to death right after the introductions."