<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><br/>Roll Result: ThufirHawat rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment: Machado can keep using his scent, it seems<br/>Result: 61<br/><br/>Roll Result: ThufirHawat rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment: And successful use of psychology? Wow, that was almost unexpected!<br/>Result: 8</span><br/>Machado looked at the two women. His nostrils widened slightly while he was sensing their smells.<br/>They were quite different, actually. While Lina was not quite sure she actually wanted it, Freyja was aroused and as he knew her well enough, the very idea that she might not know what she wants didn't enter his mind at all. Despite, her actions showed she knows what she wants.<br/>But why was the other girl so tense? Oh, right... it should have been this. She accepted them as part of a pack, and she badly wanted to be part of that pack. Well, they were a pack in some ways, and this night might have got them even closer to the notion. It wasn't his intention when hiring the room, but you take life the way it goes.<br/>And he liked where this was heading. Still, he didn't want to abuse Lina. Wolves don't do that. They might fight, or try to outrun each other, but it's because a male's got to prove his worth to a female. A rape is not the wolf's way, and in this, he was sticking to his wolf part. People have "status" for proving their worth, and he had enough of it.<br/>Besides, she was a pupil of Kurrad. Neither of his parts would have allowed abusing his position of authority.<br/>"Little one...", he addressed Lina, "just remember you don't have to be doing anything you don't want to do - nor do you have to stop if you<em>want</em>to do something!"<br/>With that said, he turned to Freyja and whispered something in her ear.*<br/>The whisper turned into a light bite, as he bit her ear. It was not meant to cause pain, nor did he allow any accident to cause it. On the other hand, it gave him the opportunity to let her feel his warm breath, despite him not allowing the excitement to make him breath ragged. In the same time, his hands grabbed her neck, keeping her head in place while bitten. He didn't want her to pull away and make him bite harder by reflex.<br/>Then one of his hands went down, caressing her neck, her shoulder, her arm, then gliding off her skin and coming back to rest against the side of her ribs, going up to her armpit - all in one slow motion.<br/><br/><br/>*Ixy, you've got a PM. Nothing surprising, actually.