[Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire
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				Title: <strong>[Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 02:24:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CHERRYWOOD</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">HWARIN IIRE</span><br>OOC and Nav. Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162522.0)<br>Cherrywood Grounds (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162524.0) (general outdoors)<br>The Mounted Steed -- First Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162523.0) (inn, pub)<br>The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163320.0) (inn, rooms)<br>Hwarin Iire (brothel)</div><br>This is a Private Game.<br>Saerra co-moderates the brothel.<br><br>Located on the Eastern border of Cherrywood, with its back against the forest and its face towards the town's centre, <em>Hwarin Iire</em> blends in nearly perfectly. Its exterior does not stand out amongst the buildings surrounding it, but its interior whisks a visitor away to foreign and magical lands most have only heard of. Provided one has the coin, a visitor can delve into luxuries here the likes aren't seen anywhere else within the Kingdom. <em>Hwarin Iire</em> caters to the taste of Elven flesh in the manner other brothels might offer young men and its unique product range has been known to spark interest in visitors from far and wide, earning the town plenty a golden coin and keeping the local economy uncommonly well flowing; it in turn turning a blind eye to the 'product' not always being housed on its own account.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br><br><br>"If you plan on paying me with sticks and stones, I'm breaking your neck, human."<br><br>"Sticks and stones?"<br><br>"You don't exactly look like you can rub two coins together."<br><br>"Accurate. Hence I brought diamonds. They would do, yes?"<br><br>"...they would do nicely, good sir. How may I please you?"<br><br>"You could start by calling me by my name. It's Myrrdin. Not 'sir'."<br><br>Rain, the High Elf turned street rat, was more than sore. However, flicking the three diamonds -one of them was pink- from one hand to another made him feel all the better. The strange red haired human male had warned him, something about it being mating season for his 'kind' -whatever that meant- and the like for certain kind of males just before they had started their business. He had been warned, but had paid no heed. He was a professional, after all. Or, at least he had thought so. In the same manner he had thought to have to serve on his knees like nearly every other human male wished their elven meat to serve them. He was surprised by Myrrdin but hadn't objected and even had thought this job to be easy when the human had told of his desires. Nothing could have prepared him for the draining exercise, though. Even if the redhead had wished to receive, he had not been sated easily, nor had shied away from demanding every last bit of Rain's energy.<br><br>Exhausted he had dropped himself backwards on the bed again when the human had left. He had a short, unpleasant memory of his life before when he had been a slave and not a whore; this feeling had been a daily thing, then. Being a whore wasn't as exhausting as being a slave had been. He'd not even tried to escape the brothel, and that was saying something. For that, he knew, he'd better not come knocking back at his race's proverbial door. Though they hadn't sold him into slavery without due cause -in their eyes- in the first place. Going back wasn't an option. Going forward, maybe. For now, he was reasonably content.<br><br>Myrrdin, when exiting the whore's room, could not recall the last time he had bedded an elf. They had always held some fascination and, when he had learned about this particular brothel, he had not fought the fire in his veins. That on itself was a hard thing to do in the months of the mating season. He felt calm now, though, but knew it wouldn't last. In this calmness he pondered if those who had not been born as druids fell victim to this season. He doubted it.<br>Had he been unlucky to have been near a populated area when the season had hit him? Now that was a topic worth pondering. In all other years it would have been the time to seek out the festivities and join in without second thought. Now, he would have to be more careful, but he was no child, he could do this.<br><br>Pulling the cloak of furs from animals he had hunted himself more tightly around his form, he wandered through the brothel with a small smile curling his lips. Maybe he should head to the inn next, see what kind of people washed through this town. Though, granted, the elves here that could be bought for the precious stones he carried were highly distracting indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:48:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz'tyrr had been sulking in his room when the Druid had first arrived, and hence had not seen him until now, as he lingered in the common area beyond the bedrooms where he now emerged. The elf eyed him casually, before his attention diverted elsewhere. He was leaving Rain's room, so the drow paid him little heed for now, figuring he had already gotten his money's worth and wouldn't be interested in him. He lounged on an elegant divan, flicking idly through a book that didn't actually interest him, eyes flicking to the guard beside him occasionally.<br><br>Beside him stood a human, a man larger than himself, arms crossed as he regarded the elf, ready to spring into action if he tried anything. The drow had attempted to escape more times than most living in the brothel could count, and these shenanigans had earned him a personally appointed guard to keep an eye on him at all times. He hadn't thought he brought in enough money to pay for something like that, but then again, he wasn't allowed to handle his own fees, so he had no idea what people were paying to see him. Apparently enough to keep one of the guards supervising him at all times. Plus the guards were apparently being paid at least partially in free brothel visits, which he knew from the fact that one of them insisted on seeing the drow, specifically, because Vesz'tyrr hated him, and he knew the drow hated being dominated. <br><br>He casually licked his index finger, turning the page of the book he was looking at with deliberate slowness. Though he'd been quite feral when he first arrived, and hadn't known how to read a single word of any language, he'd been in the brothel long enough to have picked it up. In fact, he'd been there so long by this point, he'd learned smatterings of many different human and elven languages, even becoming fluent in a couple of them. <br><br>Doing his best to ignore both his guard and anyone clients in the building, he focused his attention on the book, which was apparently a collection of erotic stories. He wondered if he'd be allowed paper and pens to write some of his own, because the book was terrible. He could certainly do better, but he wasn't allowed to have anything that might be used as a weapon or escape tool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Obviously, none of the elves were being paid -in one way or another- by laying around all day, and thus Rain had pulled himself together, washed and dressed in leathers again and had moved his sore body from his room to the gathering room. Or dayroom. Or what-ever-the-fuck humans were calling the room most elves would sit and wait for their torment to a-knocking.<br><br>"Vesz," he addressed the drow with a half smile that was most sarcastic in nature "You're looking particularly bored today." Somehow, he managed to make the near insult sound like a compliment and even went so far as to offer the dark skinned whore a small flourish before tending to himself and poring a drink in a tall glass that oddly reminded of elven made glass, but not quite.<br>"Can I get you something?" he asked with his back to the drow, asking more the guard than Vesz'tyrr. The diamonds felt good in his chest pocket, he'd have to part with them, obviously, but would hold on to them for as long as he was possible.<br><br>He hadn't seen Myrrdin, even if the druid was still around. The human had taken a seat and a mug of ale and was quietly studying his surroundings while still contemplating leaving the brothel. He should. And would. Any moment now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:10:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow's red eyes lifted from the book to follow Rain as the other elf spoke to him, regarding him a bit distastefully. He actually seemed happy here in the brothel, servicing the humans that bought his time, and Vesz'tyrr found it rather... disturbing. How could anyone <em>enjoy</em> enslavement, being forced to bow and kneel before these savages? It made very little sense to him. Still, he manage a wan smile at Rain's words, turning another page in the book.<br><br>"Well, I haven't had a client yet today," he said, though he sounded vaguely happy about it. "Also, this book is rather boring. I'm certain I can do better, but I doubt I'd be allowed to have pens. You know how they don't trust me with anything sharp enough to stab a guard with," he said, casually eyeing his personal guard for a moment with a faint smirk before looking back to the book. <br><br><em>"Can I get you something?"</em><br><br>"I'm good," the guard responded, not taking his eyes off of Vesz, narrowing them at him slightly at the comment about not being trusted with anything sharp enough to stab a guard. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div> The high elf smirked at the comment the drow wasn't allowed anything stabby and turned on his heels to hang casually against the low cupboard where drinks of all kinds were displayed upon. "I couldn't imagine why you're not allowed nice things, Vesz. You're positively a charm who couldn't hurt a butterfly," he said in such an un-sarcastic way it nearly seemed honest if Rain hadn't known this drow for a while now. "You could always try to cite your story ideas to your clients. When you get one, of course. Mayhaps they would go easy on you, then." He smiled a sweet smile at the drow after those words and took a small sip of the drink he had poured himself. It wasn't alcohol, he knew better than that.<br><br>"Are you not going to ask me about my client...?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:27:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "And have them steal and publish my precious erotica ideas themselves? I think not," Vesz'tyrr responded, sighing as he casually tossed the book over his shoulder, it landing on the floor beside the divan. Rain always tried to goad him on, and by now, he was relatively used to it. His prodding generally didn't make him angry - he had far more suitable things to be angry about in this place - so for the most part he just tuned him out or prodded back at him.<br><br>"Why should I, when your visits all pretty much go the same way," Vesz said, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back on the divan. "You immediately supplicate yourself before them, and they gladly bend you over something. Doesn't that get a bit boring?" Vesz'tyrr didn't smile or smirk in the slightest as he spoke, indicating he didn't actually find any of that funny. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:38:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp;He laughed quietly at the idea of the drow's 'work' getting stolen. In Rain's mind, the man thought too much about himself. He was clothed, sheltered and fed, did he really need more? Rain didn't. Then again, he doubted the drow had ever been a personal slave. It made him shrug inwardly, a bit.<br><br>"Pff..." The high elf shook his white and black haired head. "This guy wanted to get fucked," he continued, pointing a finger at Vesz'tyrr "And he had <em>horns</em>. I don't know if they were really attached, but they sure didn't come off when I held unto them." He smirked, then laughed again, more quiet this time "...banged him good. Doubt he'll be sitting comfortably any time soon."<br>Keeping an eye on the drow, he fished one of the three diamonds from his chest pocket and showed it on an open hand "I'd say he was satisfied. You?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:14:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz cast a glance at Rain as he spoke of his previous client, afterward closing his eyes as he leaned back against the divan. "Mmh. I'm certain you could use the practice anyway, hm? Not like that happens very often."<br><br>He knew it was fairly uncommon, because when people wanted to be dominated, they frequently came to him over the others - and it still didn't happen very often. His dominant personality seemed to attract a handful of people who wanted to take the submissive role, but also a <em>lot</em> more people who just wanted to dominate someone whom they knew was not submissive. He was equal parts dismissive and jealous that Rain had just gotten such an 'easy' client, knowing he was going to be under pressure to take at least one client today. <br><br>His eyes opened and flicked downward to look at the gem the other elf held, shrugging afterward, settling on being slightly jealous. Not that he would get to spend the money he earned regardless. "Good for you."
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:21:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div>&nbsp; He clicked his tongue at the dismission of his 'skills', but didn't say anything. The drow was right; he didn't get to top a lot. In fact, he wasn't all too certain when he had last. Instead, he sipped his drink and had his eyes wander the room casually until he saw the horns he had just spoken about. He pulled his gaze from the human quickly, resting it on the drow again, slight smirk back on his lips, even while he wondered why the red head hadn't left the building yet.<br><br>He slid the gem back into his chest pocket and shrugged his head a bit into the direction of the human who'd been his last client. "He's still here. Maybe you should try talk him out of the rest of his gems? Though I know how much you appreciate our little talks," he said with a lowered voice before burying himself into his drink again.
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:41:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz pursed his lips thoughtfully, contemplating whether or not he wanted to actually put in any effort to get a client. On one hand, there was nothing he wanted less than to 'service' someone, even if he was topping, but at the same time, he tended to get disciplined if he didn't put in a bare minimum of effort. Letting out a drawn out sigh, he came to the conclusion that perhaps he should at least go talk to him, at least that way he could say he <em>tried,</em> and hopefully he was sated from his session with the other elf and not interested in another.<br><br>"... let it show that despite the fact that I <em>hate</em> entertaining clients, I'm choosing to go speak to one over speaking to you," he said, hoisting himself up from the divan he lounged upon, not giving Rain another glance as he walked off, his guard following close behind him to make sure he didn't make another attempt to escape. He wasn't sure where the human had gone, but he figured it wouldn't be too difficult to track down someone with horns. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:52:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>Rain couldn't help but laugh quietly at the drow, he was contemplating what the high elf had suggested. That alone didn't happen very often, the other being the drow going for a client himself. It made him all kinds of giddy. Then he recalled the diamonds he still had to hand in and his mood plummeted. Better get it out of the way...<br>"Good luck, Vesz," he said to the back of the now ignoring him drow and turned, himself, to the other direction, slipping from the room long enough to hand in the diamonds to a keeper.<br><br>Myrrdin, in the meantime, hadn't moved a muscle aside from those needed to empty his mug. All the elves around him gave him enough to stare at - which he did with quite a bit of pleasure - and the thought of leaving the brothel had become less and less appealing. Especially when one with dark skin caught his eye. It wasn't so much the elf's looks, but more the manner he held himself; his posture. The human at the elf's side, though, had the druid frown. For sure that would be the elf's client and they were on their way to a room.
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 06:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Sure enough, the druid was easy enough to track down, and Vesz strode up to him, putting on a confident demeanor. He was actually feeling fairly confident, at least he knew this client was 'easy', and there was a good chance he'd politely decline spending more money.<br><br>"Good evening," he said as he approached the druid, his tone sounding a bit blasé,&nbsp; his guard stopping a bit away, keeping an eye on the drow, but giving him space to work. He casually ran his hand along the wall as he stepped a bit closer, eyeing the druid up casually and unabashedly. He was reasonably attractive, by human standards, at least. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 01:58:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>A slight smile crept unto the druid's lips again when the human accompanying the dark skinned elf gave him room by not following him further. A guard of some kind? Interesting. It made Myrrdin wonder if the elf in question was either highly valuable or dangerous in some manner. Both were alluring and the druid didn't fight the short twinkle of renewed interest in the flesh.<br><br>He inclined his head at the greeting, letting his eyes wander the dark skin that was so much on display.<br>"May the Gods smile upon you, elf," he said, "My eve just improved greatly, thank you. I am certain you would be able to improve it further. You are already pleasing my eye."<br>He leaned back casually, placing the mug he had been holding next to him, and tilted his head lightly. "It has been quite a while that I have seen a drow. Lest I'm mistaken and you are not one?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 02:39:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz smirked faintly like he was amused with the druid's observations, though in his head he was annoyed with himself already for having come over here. Damn it, this guy was going to actually consider paying for him. Well, he'd better act like he was into it, he didn't want this guy going to his 'owners' in the brothel and telling them he'd been underperforming.<br><br>"Indeed I am," he answered, managing to keep his tone somewhat light despite his lack of enthusiasm, trailing his finger along the wall as he eyed over the man, trying to pretend he was actually interested. "And there's a good reason why you never see them, they're usually clever enough to remain hidden if they venture above- ground." He did his best to keep any bitterness out of his voice as he said that, though it probably came through sounding like sarcasm. "Is there anything I can help you with this evening?"
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 03:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>"Or unless they want to be seen, I'm sure..." he said quietly, flicking his glued gaze from the drow to the guard and back again. The human better not join in, Myrrdin wasn't prepared to pay for him.<br>"You seem strong of mind," he mused, trailing fingertips along his chin "I'd be quite interested to see just how strong of mind you would be. For a price, obviously... There is a catch, though."<br>Now, the druid folded his arms before his chest and put one boot on the table before him. Both the boot and the pants that was tucked into were made of deer leather; supple and light.<br>The glance he gave Vesz was piercing, even if it hinted of the fire in his veins and the heat in his crotch.<br>"I'm sure you've noticed by now that I'm a druid. I'm in my season. The mating one. I won't decline offered sex. But I am also not interested in an alpha that is not interested in mating with me," he said lower than before, trusting the elf would be able to hear him, but the guard might not. "You have a look in your eyes. I'll be your prey and I will pay for your services, but not if you wouldn't find it enjoyable, yourself."
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 03:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz chuckled faintly, smirking at the druid's words. He wondered briefly how much he actually knew about this brothel if he wasn't interested in someone who didn't want to have sex with him - that made up a <em>large</em> portion of their clientele. It was generally common knowledge that most of the whores weren't there of their own free will - hell, there was a pen in the back, where Vesz'tyrr had spent his first year, where more adventurous clients could chase down a feral elves and have their way with them. <br><br>"Well, you are certainly a different kind of client than the one I am normally used to, do you actually know what kind of brothel this is?" he shifted effortlessly into an elvish dialect he knew the guard didn't know, hoping perhaps the Druid would understand him, his tone remaining sensual, like it was part of an effort to seduce the Druid rather than the actual message he had conveyed, though the guard still narrowed his eyes slightly in the drow's direction, his tricks were known amongst them all fairly well by now. "Trust me, I don't really have any option but to enjoy it. Do you want my company or not?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 04:02:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>It wasn't much of a surprise how the elf reacted to the druid's words, the main reaction the druid had back for the drow was a smirk and the laying of his head in his neck. The elf switching to an elven tongue had him flicks his gaze to the guard and frown at the human.<br><br>"I'm not hearing you deny that you are an alpha," he first stated in the human tongue, then switched to an accent akin to the one the drow had used but was more in use by Wood Elves as he had a lot more dealing with that kind of elf. "I am fully aware," he said with nearly the same smirk on his lips, though it faded when he continued "I would like your company, yes. If you show me the fire you're hiding. If not, then no."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 04:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz chuckled slightly and shook his head, pushing himself away from the wall. He closed the distance between them, a hand coming up to trail down the druid's chest, going in a slow motion, deliberately doing so to show the guard he wasn't trying anything with the man. <br><br>"Oh, I'd love to show you, but I can't really out here... but you see that man behind me?" Vesz said low, once more keeping his tone as though he was saying something seductive, not indicating the guard in any way, trying not to alert him to the fact he was talking about him, leaning in close to whisper into the druid's ear. "He doesn't like it if I make any sudden moves. If you want to see it, you'll have to take me back to my room." He licked at the edge of the man's ear, before drawing back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 04:40:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>This time the reaction of the elf was a lot more promising and Myrrdin found himself reacting physically. He had known he would, but hadn't been certain if the drow had been what he was looking for. When Vesz'tyrr approached, he lowered his crossed arms and flicked his gaze downward to follow the elf's hand. The slightest shiver ran through him. Yes.. this man would do.<br>His eyes closed at the elven against his ear, the melody of the language always having been something to the druid, and in this season it sparked his fire quite nicely. He groaned quietly and opened his eyes to look at the man Vesz had indicated, shooting him a smirk before mumbling back at the elf "So, you're dangerous.. That. Is good."<br><br>When Vesz retracted, Myrrdin stood up and shot a glance around before offering the drow a smile that came accompanied by a spark in his eyes. "Show the way," he said, his voice having dropped a few octaves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:09:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow smirked, and cast a glance at his guard, knowing the man would follow him to his room and likely linger just outside the entire time. He didn't say anything else to the druid, merely slipped his hand down to hook a finger into his belt, tugging him with him as he led him towards his room. The guard likewise said nothing, but did follow them, keeping a respectful distance from Vesz while he was working, but keeping him within sight.<br><br>The drow approached a door that had a lock on the outside, and pushed it open, guiding the druid into it. "You'll have to knock and let the guard know when you're ready to leave," he said with a wink, following him into the room and closing the door behind them. There was a soft 'click' from the other side of the door, letting them know the guard had locked them in. The room was very, very empty compared to Rain's, considering the other whore was much more agreeable and not prone to escape attempts. There was clean, large bed in the middle of the room, and all other furniture had been removed, without so much as a wardrobe, chair, or a table within. <br><br>"You were correct when you mentioned I did not deny being an alpha," the drow began, planting a hand in the middle of the druid's chest, pushing him towards the bed firmly, speaking in elven dialect since the other man seemed to enjoy it. "It's what I prefer, and why most people come to see me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:21:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>He couldn't help it, when the elf's finger hooked into his belt, he followed, willingly, the smile on his lips turning slightly goofy before he had it under control again. He had no eyes for his surroundings but had them now glued on the drow before him. Of course he noticed the guard coming along, but he doubted now that the human would do anything but guard this drow.<br><br>A nod was given to the words in human tongue, the click behind him having him raise a brow, though no words formed and the druid didn't linger on the thought of being locked in. Nor the emptiness of the room, though he did remark with a quiet "They must be very scared of you." which seemed almost content.<br><br>He met elven eyes when Vesz'tyrr spoke elvish once again, full attention on the drow, slight smirk quickly forming and just as quickly fading at the words spoken. The hand on his chest had enough strength and he had no problem at all to be pushed to where he wanted to be taken anyway.<br>"Then you have my full attention. Though I should ask what I am to call you, should I not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:38:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "They do fear me, yes," Vesz spoke, only exaggerating a little. They had him pretty well under control at this point, so he doubted anyone felt they had much to fear from him anymore, but they did restrict his movements and what he had access to because they knew he would be liable to hurt someone if given half a chance and a glimmer of hope for escape. <br><br>"You are to call me 'Sir'," the drow said firmly without a hint of irony, shoving the druid firmly back onto the bed when he seemed to be willing to go along with his more dominant tendencies. He could allow himself to take a bit of enjoyment with this one, though he preferred not having to entertain clients. "Clothes off. Now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 06:07:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>He nearly purred when the drow confirmed he was feared. Was it odd? Probably. But it was a turn on. It meant the drow could stand his ground quite well, which made him an excellent bedpartner. Rain, the high elf he had enjoyed before, was already forgotten. Myrrdin made a mental note to return to this brothel. And to ask for this man once again.<br><br>The shove had him from responding, landing on the bed on his back he looked up at Vesz'tyrr and licked his lips, something he didn't hide. "Yes, sir," he responded to the command given and shoved the fur cloak from his form. It was long enough to drape from the bed and land on the floor. Kicking his boots out he pondered about his pants. Being on his back would make this a bit harder, but he inwardly shrugged, removed his belt and lifted his hips to pull his pants down. He didn't wear anything underneath and his half hard erection was quite happy to be released out of its leather cage. He was just as red below as he was above, though one could have expected a more elaborate bush than the druid possessed.<br>Here and there a tattoo could be seen, the most prominent the one in the middle of his chest.<br><br>Keeping an eye on Vesz'tyrr, Myrrdin didn't relax or lean back further but waited for what the dark skinned elf would either do or want for next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 06:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow smirked a bit as he stood at the edge of the bed, not hiding the way he watched the Druid at all, enjoying the way he arched his back to slide his pants off. Of course he wasn't wearing anything beneath, Vesz'tyrr wouldn't have expected otherwise. This man so easily bent to his will, it was a bit of a shame he wasn't allowed to have anything 'dangerous' in his room unless a client specifically brought it to him. This also required them to agree to the terms the brothel had regarding that if they brought the drow something dangerous and he hurt them with it, the brothel had no liability. Hence there were no ropes, no knives, no candles, nothing he was sure this man might appreciate. If he returned perhaps he would plan a bit more in advance. <br><br>"You must have something you desire from me. Speak," Vesz'tyrr commanded, eyes still on the Druid as he remained where he stood, arms folded. "Perhaps if you continue to behave, I will take it into consideration."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 01:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>Under the drow's red eyed gaze the druid felt all the more naked. Though he did enjoy being watched in this manner. Not the manner certain beings stared at him. He knew he stood out just being himself, it normally didn't matter in the woodlands, but populated areas also meant eyes wandering to his antlers. They hadn't even been mentioned by the drow.<br><br>The question asked had him blink, then ponder. Aside the desire to be rid of the near constant need to breed, there wasn't all too much he wanted for.<br>"There would be something, yes," he said after a while "I would like it if you were to not pull out, sir."<br>It was a small thing, most probably, but Myrrdin did think he'd be more content if the request was at least considered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 01:18:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Rain had mentioned the antlers to him before, and so Vesz saw no need to mention them at all - they were somewhat alluring, but his gaze didnt linger upon them, instead going slowly over the Druid's body. The drow smirked faintly at the druid's words - don't pull out? Easy enough. The human had at least been very compliant with Vesz'tyrr's orders so far, he supposed he could do that much. <br><br>"Turn over. On your hands and knees," Vesz'tyrr said simply, his hands slipping down to remove the garments he wore on his lower body, exposing himself to the other man. He wasn't hard yet, needing a bit of time to 'prepare' mentally before he could coax arousal from himself, but even so, his size was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. His gaze returned to Myrrdin, dropping his garments aside. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 02:07:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>Of course Myrrdin followed the Vesz'tyrr's order, but not before the elf had removed his lower garments. The action of the man's hands slipping down had him freeze in his automatic obediance and his gaze dropped with elven hands. It didn't matter to the druid the elf hadn't hardened out just yet, being somewhat too occupied with admiring just what he had exposed.<br><br>When the elf's eyes landed on him again, he coughed quietly and did as he had been told, the man's gaze enough to obey and snap out of his own mind wandering.<br>The druid's back, as his front, was not without decoration. Between his shoulderblades the same image was depicted as on his chest, only larger. Aside this, the human seemed in excellent shape; muscular in a way that hinted of his body being used for running, climbing, but lacking marks of battle and fight. Planting his knees somewhat apart form eachother, he exposed himself for the dark skinned elf willingly and quite eagerly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 02:19:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> There wasn't really anything else to say at this moment, and so he didn't. If the Druid had more he wanted, he would probably voice it at some point. After only a brief hesitation so he could eye Vesz as he undressed - which had the drow smirk a bit - he had obeyed, and Vesz'tyrr climbed up onto the bed behind him, admiring the view from this side as well. <br><br>Having someone so eager to obey always did help him become more aroused - asserting his dominance always did. Having the opportunity to pretend <em>he</em> was the one in charge. Perhaps imagining that <em>he</em> was the one visiting a brothel, and not the one confined to it. It was enough to coax him into beginning to harden.<br><br>He pressed his hips against Myrrdin's ass, his reluctantly hardening cock rubbing between his legs as he stretched a hand forward to weave into the druid's long, red hair. Taking a tight grip on it, certainly almost painful, he pushed the man's head down towards the bed, keeping pressed up close behind him, his other hand running along his back and side, down over his hip. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 03:07:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>That the drow didn't say anything about his gaze having lingered before following the order given had him wonder, but only slightly and only shortly. This season wasn't meant for thoughts too deep and Myrrdin wasn't even able to now he was naked, on his knees and very much to be taken. The moment the bed moved and he felt the drow's bodyheat close by had him think even less. For one, the train of thought Vesz'tyrr was on was followed in his own mind as well; the druid wasn't exactly feeling any longer that he was in control, that he was the one paying for a service.<br><br>The press of hips against his backside had him groan quietly and press back, only able to correct himself after a moment and keep still, even if short shivers ran through him hinting he wanted the elf closer still. The half hardened length rubbing him didn't help, nor the suddenly tight and painful grip to his hair and being pushed into the sheets. Fingers dug into those same sheets when his mind registered just what kind of picture he was now making with his ass in the air, quiet moan passing between his lips at the feel of the hand exploring him. His own length firmed quite quickly, having been half hard already the druid was on his way to a full and raging erection within seconds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 03:24:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow still remained silent, closing his eyes for a moment as he just focused on feeling the man beneath him, hearing his quiet moans, knowing he was begging to be taken, all of these elements doing more for getting him aroused. More blood headed south and his member stiffened while still pressed against him, having him thrust his hops against him slightly to encourage it further.<br><br>He opened his eyes, and his hand slipped down below the other man, fingertips grazing along the fully-hard erection as a grin tugged at his lips. "You enjoy being dominated, don't you," he purred, his voice low and sensual, tugging at the druid's hair firmly to lift his head just slightly from the bed sheets. "Speak."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 03:48:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>Myrrdin, blissfully underway into a hazy world of submission, actually needed the short few moments between the drow's question and the order to answer it to scrape his mind together. The fingertips brushing his erection had him shiver and the timing of the question couldn't have been worse. Or better, considering the sparks of pleasure had made his voice hoarse, something quite noticeable when he was finally able to answer. "Yes, s-sir," he managed, failing to suppress a squirm at the feel of his head being held up by his hair "Very much so, sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 03:59:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow chuckled softly, grinning down at the man, pressing his head firmly downward once more while not releasing his hair, his other hand drifting away from the erection and landing back upon his hip. Clearly he was enjoying it, even without his answer, but the hoarse words still sent another surge of arousal through him, and he rocked his hips slightly against the man, rubbing his now fully-hard cock between his cheeks. <br><br>The man hadn't asked him to be gentle when Vesz had demanded to know of his desires, so unless he spoke up, he had no intention of being so. The man had been warned he was dangerous, after all. After letting himself rub against him briefly, he pulled himself back enough to help himself aim, placing his hand on the druid's ass, his thumb parting his cheeks slightly as the head of his engorged cock sought out his opening. Keeping Myrrdin's head pressed down firmly, maintaining the grip he had on his hair, he began to push in, going slowly at first, forcing his way in gradually, biting his lip to stifle a soft groan. "Mmmm..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 04:19:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>The release of his hair had him sail off again, though he did try to keep some sort of focus in case the drow would ask something of him again. This, however, became increasingly hard to do, he could feel the elf's cock had become harder and it was now consistently poking him. Part of him debated he'd better not aid the drow, though, that he'd probably wanted to take the human on his own account, but that didn't stop him from craving, nor from lightly pressing back now and then.<br><br>If, for some or the other reason, Vesz'tyrr had asked him if he had to be gentle with Myrrdin, he would have probably be perplexed at the question. There had been reason to why he had poked the drow relentlessly before striking a deal, he had seen the elf to possess something that would make him a less than gentle bedpartner. The way Vesz'tyrr was handling him so far, hadn't disappointed and the no-nonsense approach on the act itself only had him wanting more.<br>The pressure of the elf's tip against his opening had him groan and wriggle, had him tilt his hips and offer himself. A less quiet "Hnn....a-ah.." escaped him when the elf pushed into him, filling him slowly but without pause, without a moment to collect himself. He didn't care there was a short moment of pain when he was stretched, he only cared to be filled and he was, the groan from behind him catching his breath in his chest, escaping in a submissive moan, a near beg to not stop but to give more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 04:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz exhaled in a low sigh to compose himself, certain that the druid didn't want him to finish too quickly - generally the ones who came demanding to be taken, rather than to take, demanded far more stamina from him in bed than vice-versa. He had enough of them to have learned to hold himself back when necessary, and he thrust deeply into the man beneath him, lingering there for a moment, both hands moving to grasp firmly at his hips. <br><br>He didn't need longer than a moment, and soon the drow was thrusting hard, drawing out and thrusting back in deeply, his speed picking up as Myrrdin seemed capable of handling it. Certainly the way the manarched his hips upward in offering, and the pleased-sounding moans coming from him showed this was what he wanted, and Vesz was glad to give it to him. <br><br>He didn't have enough regular clients like Myrrdin , and he somewhat hoped the Druid would return and ask for him specifically, as it meant more regular income, and for each submissive client he had, he himself had to submit to other clients less. Not that he could think much of that at the moment - his attention was focused on thrusting into the human below him, biting harder at his lower lip as he picked up speed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>The moment of relative peace had him perk his ears to listen intently, but the low sigh coming from the drow reassured him nothing was amiss, the firm grip to his hips only underlining this. The drow wasn't done yet, which was a relief.<br><br>The moment Vesz'tyrr started his 'task', Myrrdin gasped out sharply and dug his fingers deeply into the sheets. The man had strength and showed it mercilessly. There was no way for the druid to escape the assault and that was exactly what he wanted. It didn't take a lot of the drow's thrusts into the willing body for the druid to start chaining incoherent mumblings with deep, pleasured groans; the elf knew what he was doing and each and every last one of the delivered thrusts hit him in the most expert way, sending ripples of pleasure through his body that were almost too much to bear. Myrrdin was making a mess of the sheets under him, raking them towards himself while his body writhed. If Vesz'tyrr kept this up, it wouldn't take a whole lot of time for the human to spill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow gripped firmly at the druid's hips, digging his fingernails into the pale skin as he began to angle his thrusts towards that spot inside of him that would have the man moaning even more. He wasn't too concerned about making Myrrdin climax too quickly - after all, he was the one paying to visit, if he decided it had been over too quickly, they could try again after they recovered. He was the one that had to hold back for his benefit, making sure he at least enjoyed himself.<br><br>Still, his hands remained on his hips and didn't migrate towards his erection, figuring he probably didn't need or perhaps didn't want any help in that area. Some of the people who visited him wanting to be dominated, also liked being teased to their climax, and so he eventually did let his hand slip down lower, encircling his fingers around the base of the druid's erection with a tight grip, wanting to hold him back at least a little, though his thrusts were more relentless, continuing to aim at his prostate on each thrust. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>If Vesz'tyrr hadn't gripped Myrrdin's base just in time, he would have exploded there and then. The druid was beyond hot, his season brought out fully by the drow. The grip had him groan desperately, but he didn't stop the elf; in a way this was too good to be true, coming too fast would have him hard and hungry soon, too.<br>The chains of groans from the druid changed, curses in five different languages bleeding through, some of them so obscure a more levelheaded moment in the druid's time would have him wonder what the drow behind and inside him would have thought about them. Right now, he couldn't give a fuck as long as the elf kept hammering him like this he'd not care if the brothel around him went up in flames, something illustrated by pearls of precum now starting to form and drip unto the sheets under him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 06:25:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The druid was cursing now, his moans making the drow grin, keeping the grip up around the man's erection, not quite letting him hit his climax just yet, content to keep thrusting into him hard. He was enjoying himself and he didn't necessarily want to stop too quickly either. Bending himself down towards the druid's level, closer to his ear as he kept thrusting into him hard, each thrust precisely aimed, he purred between moans, speaking in elven, the fingers around his base squeezing him even more tightly. &nbsp;"You like that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:13:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>The words spoken into his ear needed some time to sink into the hazed brain. One couldn't exactly say the druid had a lot of thinking capacity left due to the rough treatment.<br>"Yes, sir," was nearly breathed out, only loud enough to be heard, even if the drow had demanded he'd speak up, he probably wouldn't be able to produce more volume than this.<br>He'd not ask for his release, too content in the moment -pushed against the barrier that held him from hitting his climax- but would beg for it for the sheer joy of such a thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz grinned, and lifted himself back up, his free hand moving from th druid's hip to find the back of his neck, pinning him down roughly with a firm grip. He continued to fuck him, not letting up, and not releasing him, not letting him find his climax, maintaining a tight grip around the base of his cock even as his hand began to ache slightly. He was beginning to feel close himself by now, but he held back, biting his lower lip as he closed his eyes, his thrusts only getting harder and more focused. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>There was a ghost of relief that was gone the next moment in the druid's mind when the elf didn't demand him to speak up or be more specific. Immediately his mind sank back into a more primal state, though his moans and curses started to fade, dwindle, grow quiet until there was hardly anything but ragged breathed sounds that could be this or that depending on interpretation. His head being pinned down again had him breathe out a slightly louder breath that sounded tormented and submitted to his assaulter. There wasn't a fibre in his body that didn't crave release by now, his body demanded it, but his mind revelled in being captured, pinned and controlled. Vesz'tyrr was in complete control, though if he'd let go of the druid's base, Myrrdin would certainly explode.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 00:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz'tyrr was enjoying being in control very much - he held himself back from his own climax, and forced Myrrdin to go along with that as well, <em>he</em> was the one who decided when they would finish. It was nice to have that kind of power, even if only for a brief time before this client left, when he would be a slave again, and forced to once again cater to the whims of subsequent clients...<br><br>The drow was becoming more aware of the orgasm building in his own body, and knew it wouldn't be contained for much longer. Releasing the druid's neck, and his hand carefully releasing his member, both hands moved to his hips once more, ruthlessly fucking him for a few moments longer before he drove himself in deeply, a gasp and a low groan escaping as he spilled inside the other man, his fingernails digging hard into his hips where he gripped him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 01:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>The moment the drow released the man's base Myrrdin broke, much like a dam would break. Pleasure seemed to overtake him, not so much washing over him as being everywhere at the same time, wiping his mind clean and tugging on his body, manipulating it into angles and shocks unlike anything one could possibly mimic in a more stable state of being. His release didn't so much flow from him but shot through the window of freedom he had been granted, thick, sticky, messy and basically serenading life and it's physical brilliance. The sounds the druid was producing weren't even remotely human- or elven for that matter. The sheer fact he -somewhere, in the back of his mind- registered the drow did indeed not pull out, only made it better.<br><br>It took moments for the druid to get some semblance of coherency back, and, when he did, he found himself staring blankly at a completely random point on the nearest wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 01:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow panted heavily, leaning over Myrrdin and remaining where he was for a moment to catch his breath. The druid seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed himself, and a faint grin tugged at his lips, shifting carefully to draw back, withdrawing slowly from the human's body. <br><br>"That was enjoyable," he murmured, allowing himself to recline on the empty part of the bed beside Myrrdin, combing his hair back with his fingers. He wasn't certain if the human would want to go again or not... he had mentioned he was in season. Perhaps he still wasn't quite satisfied. He glanced over to him, stretching a bit but not saying anything else. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 02:16:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>When the drow pulled out, the druid all but collapsed unto the bed, a quiet groan escaping him. At the words spoken, he but blinked owl-like, rubbed his face and then stared at Vesz'tyrr for a few moments.<br>"That...," he started, then smirked and shook his head to regain more of the wits that weren't exactly his yet. "It was, yes. Thank you," he said with a renewed sense of here-and-now.<br>The drow was still distracting and magnificent, but he no longer felt the need that could burn him so close to a crisp he'd loose his mind.<br>"I'd stay longer... but I am starting to hunger for nourishment," he said, his smile turning somewhat apologetic. Myrrdin made no haste, though, still content to simply lay on the elf's bed. That, or he didn't trust his limbs yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 02:52:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow chuckled quietly at Myrrdin's apparent lack of immediate coherency, smirking a bit at him as he folded his arms beneath his head, looking towards him with a slight shrug when he mentioned being hungry for food rather than sex now.<br><br>"Don't feel obligated to stay. You wanted something from me, you got it, you're free to leave exactly when you're ready to," he explained, closing his eyes as he just rested for a moment, grateful for the fact that the Druid didn't seem to immediately want another go. "Just ask the guard to let you out when you're ready. You should give your payment to him as well, I'm not allowed to handle my own fees."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 03:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>"Hmm... I never do," he replied to the notion of that he shouldn't feeling obligated to remain. It wasn't in his nature to stay anywhere for too long, wandering was, though he did plan to remain in the town for the remainder of his season. It would be unwise to trek now. Nor was he close to any of the meeting grounds.<br><br>Feeling some sense of strength return to his limbs, he slipped from the bed, still completely naked, and fished something from his cloak. "I thought you might not be allowed such," he said quietly, then turned his attention back to the lounging drow. "That doesn't mean I am disallowed to gift you anything, though. I don't like rules," he continued and flicked a small gem at the drow. If caught, the drow might recognize the gem for a blood red garnet, or, in the common tongue also called a blood garnet, or blood stone. The deep red came very close to real blood and it was valuable for this.<br>"A... promise of some kind, one might say. Next time I'll bring something sharp," Myrrdin commented with a half-smirk.<br><br>Only after that he picked up his clothes and dressed himself again, a lot more careful than how he had undressed. Fully clothed, he wandered to the bed and looked at it, then the drow and laughed quietly "Sorry for the mess..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blood Red Pyrope Garnet</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.gemrockauctions.com/uploads/images/110000-114999/111519/111519_1246243681.jpg)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 03:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz opened his eyes to look to the Druid as he felt him move, shifting to sit up on his bed, smirking faintly at his words. "That's sweet of you," he said, and reached out to catch the gem in his hand. He chuckled softly as he looked it over, a faint grin on his lips as he watched the man dress.<br><br>"I'd like that."<br><br>He kept the gem in his hands, rolling it between them as he looked to his bed, laughing a little as the man apologized for the mess. "Don't worry. They'll clean it up while I'm out," he responded. He looked up at the Druid from his bed, winking at him.<br><br>"Do come again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 03:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>"Very probable," he said, winking back, then turned to the door, knocked on it and exited when it became unlocked. Aside the time to pay one of the people who were there to collect coin and other valuables after a client's fun, he didn't spend any longer in the brothel, but wandered out. This time, he whistled, even if his walk was less graceful than it had been before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 06:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz allowed himself a few moments' reprieve, relaxing in his empty room upon the dry half of his bed, rolling the gem from one hand to the other, contemplating his last client. He hadn't really had anyone who'd given him such a gift before, and he hated the fact that it would be taken away from him if the guards found it. Sighing quietly, he tucked it beneath his mattress, getting up and heading off to wash up, still glistening with sweat from his recent activity.<br><br>He emerged from his room soon, clean and sweet-smelling, wearing clean clothes and feeling rather refreshed. Smirking a bit at his guard, he gave him a mock salute, before striding past him towards the common area, wondering if there was anyone around to talk to. He generally didn't speak to the guards, they were his oppressors, but he did speak to the other elves, finding he needed the company, even if they were more willing slaves than he was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 00:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Of course Rain had kept an eye on Vesz'tyrr, not so much due to being interested in the drow, but more so to see if he'd take the human druid to his room or not. He'd smirked when this happened and had leaned back, waving away new clients for the time being -something he'd probably be reprimanded for. When the drow returned to the common room, the smirk was still on high elven features.<br>"Well?" he addressed the drow, shoving a cup of some-or-the-drink into the man's hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz smirked a bit at Rain, accepting the cup when it was pushed into his hands, moving to sit upon a couch without waiting for the other elf, leaning back with a relaxed posture. <br><br>"Well, what?" He asked casually, taking a look into the cup, and after deciding it looked harmless, taking a small sip. "You were with him, something tells me you have a pretty good idea of how it went in your head already." He grinned a bit, looking towards Rain. "He seemed to enjoy himself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>The high elf smirked a bit at the drow's answer and seated himself as well. "No bragging, then? No details? Come on.. you must have something interesting to share about out horned friend..."<br>Sipping from his own drink, he flicked his gaze through the common room, then back to Vesz'tyrr. "Seems he did leave.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow laughed, smirking at Rain a bit, taking a brief glance around the room as well to confirm his last client was, indeed, gone, taking another sip from his cup. <br><br>"Well, he seemed pretty satisfied," he answered as his gaze shifted back to Rain, taking a slow sip from his cup. "He likes it when you're rough with him. He was cursing in at least four or five different languages, which was interesting. Mentioned he wanted to come back and see me again sometime, and that he'd be bringing something sharp."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>The drow had him blink a bit, then frown and feeling somewhat jealous. He had to hand it Vesz'tyrr, though, that he certainly needed practice, himself.<br><br>"He did? Fuck... Four to five languages?" He laughed at that, though a bit hollow, the druid hadn't been that ecstatic with him. After another sip, he managed to let his words ring without a hint of jealousy "Lucky, Vesz, seems you got yourself a regular. Gonna bleed him?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz grinned slightly into his cup as he took another sip, slightly amused with the hints of jealousy he was getting from Rain. Poor guy probably had no chance, really... Vesz knew it wasn't really his element. Rain liked to <em>be</em> fucked, though he certainly seemed to have enjoyed doing the fucking himself, he knew it wasn't exactly his forte. <br><br>"Maybe, if he wants me to," the drow replied, shrugging a bit. It certainly seemed to have been what the man had been promising with his gift, considering how much he had also seemed to enjoy Vesz being rough with him. It'd be a lie to say that Vesz didn't appreciate clients who were willing to cater to his sadism, those weren't terribly common. "I certainly will if he asks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>"Maybe I should take lessons," he mused quietly, mostly to himself "but who'd be interested in teaching a whore of all things? Pffff..."<br>Shaking his head he turned his attention back to his drink and his fellow whore.<br><br>"Better get the paperwork for that nice and straight or I doubt you'll just be flogged...," he commented, still quietly as to not alert anyone -especially not the clients.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "Perhaps I could," Vesz said with a wink. At Rain's other words, he smirked, and glanced back at his guard, before looking back to the other elf, draping an arm over the back of the couch. <br><br>"It'll be fine, you know he won't get in the door with anything dangerous unless the owners have checked him out thoroughly," he spoke. "And after they warn him about locking himself in a room with me and a knife, chances are he'll probably reconsider. If he gets through all that and <em>still</em> wants it... well, he must be very determined," he said with a chuckle, sipping from his cup.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>He smirked at the idea of the drow teaching him. It would work, definitely, but Rain had half an idea it would feel.. odd, to say the least.<br><br>"True, yes," he started, then paused and laughed quietly at the rest of Vesz' words. "Very much so...," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Just be careful, Vesz. You're one of the few that can take a joke around here without ripping my head off." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:06:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz just smirked, looking at Rain and having no indication whether or not he was joking or being serious. It was reasonably well known in the brothel that he didn't really shy away from having sex with the other whores, however - Vesz had sex all the time when it <em>wasn't</em> on his own terms, sometimes it was nice to have sex with someone when money wasn't involved and both parties still agreed to it. Given that several of the whores had taken him up on this, he could only imagine that they must have felt the same way to some degree. It was refreshing to be close to someone occasionally when you had a choice in the matter. <br><br>"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Vesz'tyrr said with a small chuckle, though there was a hint of bitterness. He wasn't going anywhere, he was stuck here for good, pretty much. He'd tried to escape many times. He'd gotten himself into a lot of trouble at this brothel, one would think they'd just get rid of him, but he knew he was 'special'. Drow were incredibly uncommon on the surface world - though not many people knew exactly how many there were underground - and he knew that made him exotic and unique in this kind of brothel. Valuable. He wouldn't be surprised if he were the only drow most people who visited the brothel had ever even seen. "When you've been here for as long as I have, you know how these things go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:21:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>"Hmm..," he simply mused and tapped his chin with free hand. There was this.. idea of him and the drow sharing a bed -or a wall, or a table for that matter- that had him exceptionally interested all of a sudden. But he wasn't all too certain if that would ever come to pass. Rain was popular, and so had to be free when he could for any a client. Why he was popular was probably about the same thing as Vesz; there weren't many high elves outside of their own regions. And none he knew of had ever been sold into slavery as he had been.<br><br>"Have you ever been a slave, Vesz? I mean, outside of the brothel?" he asked casually, drumming the fingers of his free hand on the armrest of the chair he was seated upon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Rain's question had him hesitate before answering, the drow taking a deep breath as he contemplated his response. It wasn't commonly known outside of his homeland, since most surface-dwellers didn't know <em>anything</em> about them, but if you were a drow, your station was determined before you were born.&nbsp; Drow males were practically born into slavery. They were a separate class entirely from the females, who controlled everything. The males were there to serve, and to procreate. <br><br>"...yes I was," he eventually decided upon, all hints of amusement gone from his face and from his tone, his posture slightly tense now. "Seems I always will be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Inclining his head at the drow's answer, he frowned a bit, then nodded. "You are not the only one," he said quietly, then flicked his gaze to the drow. "I'm more content in this position than in my last. I, too, will not ever be free again lest I make myself free and we all know how that will end."<br>Stretching, he let his more serious demeanour slide for his more usual upbeat one. "Least the food is half-decent, aye?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz'tyrr shifted his gaze back over to Rain, listening to his words but remaining quiet for a moment. He honestly wasn't sure if the brothel was better than underground. He supposed the number of non-consensual encounters he'd had both here and there were equally painful, just in entirely different ways. At least here, he did still get the chance to call the shots occasionally, as evidenced by the last client he'd had. "... yeah, I suppose," he eventually breathed out, though there wasn't much conviction in his words. <br><br>"What was your last position?" he asked Rain, curious now what the high-elf had been doing before finding his way to the brothel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>He breathed through his nose at the question he half expected but wasn't all too keen on answering. For a moment he peered at the mug in his hand, then downed the drink and put the empty mug down on a table nearby.<br>"Personal what-ever-the-fuck-was-needed, I'd say," he said manner of fact "Which was good in its own way, I did keep busy." He smirked and entwined his fingers on his lap, then failed to suppress a sigh and shook his head. "At least here things are clear, it's not as easy to earn lashes as before. Or broken bones."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "About the same thing I was doing, then," Vesz said, exhaling in a low sigh. His life prior to the brothel had largely comprised of taking orders without talking back and getting smacked around a lot when he didn't. He wasn't about to tell Rain he knew how that felt, though, since he was certain their experiences were completely different - though he wasn't a stranger to being whipped for not carrying out an order fast enough, he couldn't recall anyone ever breaking anything, so perhaps Rain had it a bit worse. But at least in the brothel, they probably had a bit more 'down time'. <br><br>"This place is so boring. But I suppose that's mostly my fault," Vesz said, changing the subject rather abruptly, deciding he was sick of thinking of his time before the brothel. If he'd been better behaved, they would have trusted him with things to keep himself occupied - as it was, with so many escape attempts under his belt, it was likely they would <em>never</em> trust him with that kind of freedom again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>The change of topic was gladly accepted and Rain leaned back in his chair again, raising a hand to run fingertips along his lips. "Well, if you weren't adamant on escaping and taking as many down as you possibly could... you'd maybe have a better time during those times you don't feel like gambling with your life?" He grinned quietly and pushed himself up from his chair to poor himself another drink, taking the bottle with him for both himself and Vesz.<br>"Bored right now?" he asked, tilting his head a bit, scanning the area to see if any clients were ogling either him or the drow next to him. "We could do something...," he said quietly enough for the guard at Vesz' side to not hear him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz stretched slightly, eyeing Rain for a moment, then glancing around to see if there were any potential clients around as well, looking back to the high elf afterward. "Like what?" he asked with a slight smirk, wondering what the other man would suggest for fun. They did have to remain somewhat available for potential clients during business hours, after all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>The slight smirk of the drow was answered with a wider one on the high elf's face. "Well, I <em>could</em> have you teach me a thing or two about topping, but then again, I doubt I'd be able to.. ah.. receive anyone else for the remainder of the night, given your credentials..." Trailing fingertips along the edge of his empty mug, he entertained the idea of being this man's pupil for a while longer, then actually answered Vesz'tyrr's question "We could find out if Ainur wants to play with us..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 04:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "You might be put out of commission for the rest of the evening, yes, so it might be a good idea to wait until we're sure you won't be having more clients," Vesz said with a slight grin, stretching a little on the couch, contemplating Rain's next comment. <br><br>"Ainur, hm?" he hummed in contemplation, that notion seeming somewhat interesting to him. He hadn't seen Ainur in a little while, perhaps they could go looking for him. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the guard that followed him around everywhere, exhaling in a low sigh before looking back to Rain. "I don't think we can be alone anyplace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 04:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Rain's eyes, too, wandered to the guard at Vesz's side and he sneered. "We either have to get your dude extremely drunk, pay him off or... it's going to be your room. I don't know if our friend will come on summon alone...," he said, still casually, still as if they were talking about nothing in particular. It wouldn't surprise Rain if the human would become suspicious due to them talking in Elvish -each a slightly different accent, but understanding the other perfectly. "You've been here longer, any idea...?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 04:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> "My room is probably the best bet, yes," Vesz'tyrr said low, exhaling in a rush, lacing his fingers together and placing both hands on top of his head as he thought for a moment. He glanced at his guard, knowing he likely <em>was</em> suspicious by now, and his room would probably be the only place they'd be granted a few moments alone at this point. "I doubt he'd even let us be alone in the bathroom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 04:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>A quick nod and a half smirk, then a tilt of the head and fingertips trailing along slightly pouted lips made the impression Rain was flirting with Vesz'tyrr and contemplating some or the other. When he stood, he made a show out of standing the way his clients enjoyed him; inviting, slightly arrogant and hinting of impatience. "Of course," he said in the human tongue, something of a teasing intonation to his words "But you'll have to show me a few tricks, yes? And no humans..." At the last words his gaze flicked to the guard and he poked out his tongue. "Got my.. <em>belly</em> full of humans for one night..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz glanced up at Rain as he stood, chuckling a little quietly at the show he put on. He stood himself up casually, ignoring his guard, focused squarely on Rain. "Very well, if you feel like you need some training," he said. "Shall we adjourn, then? I think we've fulfilled our expectations tonight, the druid did pay very well, don't you think? We should be allowed a reprieve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:16:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>He nodded curtly at the other elf and even went so far as to make an elegant flourish. "I'm certain our Masters would be pleased if I were to obtain a few more skills, Vesz," he said, then turned to leave, only shooting a wink over his shoulder at the guard before he strode off, slight sway to his hips.<br>In the halls, he went for the right room without a second thought. He might not have been 'employed' for as long as the drow, he certainly knew his way around. Not even glancing at anyone or anything else, he wandered into Vesz'tyrr's room and dropped himself unto -just cleaned- bed in the otherwise empty room.<br>"Gods, how do you live in this... emptiness. A cave is more cosy!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> The drow chuckled, grinning a bit at Rain as they ended up in his room, and he commented on the emptiness. The room was definitely empty, but the bed was obviously just cleaned up, which he was grateful for. "It gets very boring, I'll say that much," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, hearing the door get locked behind them. The guard would let them out when they said they wanted out, but for now they were alone. "So... how do you think we can get our ghostly friend to show up?" he asked, bracing himself on his hands as he looked to the other elf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>"Hmm... I'm not really sure," he replied, having his eyes wander the bare walls "You've been here longer than I've been, do you recall anything about when he showed up on his own?" Kicking his boots off, he made himself comfortable and laid back on the bed. If anything, the bed was comfortable.. "You must have seen him before, yeah? If anything, I suppose I could try my hand at some magic, but I can't recall a lot of it, it's been.. ages."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"I have no idea if magic will summon him," Vesz said, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed, looking around a moment and considering the times when Ainur had appeared to him. He wasn't sure if he would just show up because they wanted him to. And he hadn't really ever seen him when he was with another person. "He does come to me in dreams sometimes, but just going to sleep might be kind of boring," he said, lying down beside Rain and looking up at the ceiling. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>"I did see him wander past.. and, yeah, I had him in a dream, too," he said, his words becoming more contemplative "Which then turned quite erotic."<br>He grinned, turning his head to watch the drow "...what was your dream about, Vesz? Maybe he is pulled to some or the other and we could... re-enact?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 06:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"Mine too, really," Vesz said with a laugh, glancing over at Rain with a slight grin. "Maybe he's lonely. Or maybe he just misses sex," he said, shifting to sit up, contemplating what had happened in his dream.&nbsp; "Why don't you tell me what happened in yours first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 06:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Rain chuckled with the drow and shook his head, flicking his gaze to the ceiling. "Well, it was quite an ordinary dream, I was having some fun with someone. Mostly flirting and touching," he said, not in the least bit shy "He came in when I started to get aroused, joined in and then took the place of the guy I was dreaming about..." He smirked at that, not telling who he had been dreaming about, that was his own damned business. "He seemed quite pleased when I came. Gods, my bed was a mess.. I think he was there, outside of the dreaming world, too... Mmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 06:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Grinning, Vesz shifted as he listened to Rain's story, scooting to sit over closer to him. "Yeah, he did something pretty similar to me," he said, smirking as he looked down at the other elf. "Think perhaps he just likes joining in when someone is having a bit of fun, perhaps?" he said, moving to straddle Rain's hips, looking down at him with a grin, running his hands along his chest. "Even if it doesn't draw him out, we can still have some fun in here, seeing as there's nothing else to do..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 06:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>Following the drow with his gaze he laughed quietly when he was straddled and lifted his hands to trail along darkly coloured skin, moving from ribcase to hips with an appreciating look in his eyes. "I think he might be, yes," he said, then chuckled and lifted his hips slightly to push against the drow "I'd not say no to that, Vesz. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing your... 'services'."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 07:04:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"If nothing else, we'll pass the time," Vesz said to him, grinning as he shifted to slide back, running his hands slowly along Rain's chest. He made his way down, finding his way to his pants, tugging them open carefully. "Since I've never actually been with you... do you have any preferences for how you want me to do things?" he asked, looking up at Rain as he pressed a kiss to his abdomen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 03:00:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>A quiet purr escaped the high elf at the drow's hands on his chest. He didn't look down to see what was going on until Vesz reached his pants. Nimble fingers made short work of the lacing there and he smirked, flicking his gaze back up. "There are a lot of things I like, Vesz, and I thought you were going to teach me a thing or two..?" He chuckled, then purred again at the kiss to his abdomen, running his own hands along the other elf's arms to trail fingertips along his neck and ears.<br><br>There was the slightest hint of change in the room he couldn't' really pinpoint. It didn't seem to have a specific location within the room, for one. It felt as a memory or a shadow of magic and it had him tilt his head as if he was hearing something. When nothing else seemed to change, he shrugged it off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:04:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div> Vesz'tyrr laughed a bit as his red eyes looked up at Rain, fingers carefully prying down the other elf's pants to expose him. "Yes, and the first thing I'm teaching you is to not be afraid to ask your partner what he wants," he said with a wink, moving a bit lower, pressing his lips to the underside of his shaft, his eyes still looking up at him. "Especially when it comes to clients, they usually have something they want. If they want it rough, or gentle, or any other way, they might not necessarily let you know if you don't ask. Finding out up front means you don't have to stop in the middle because they tell you you're doing something wrong."<br><br>Vesz could feel the change in the air, but he didn't quite register it on a conscious level, his attention still focused on Rain as he gave him the impromptu <br>'lesson', grinning a bit at him as he sat up to begin prying his pants the rest of the way down. "So, tell me how you like it... do you like it rough?" he purred. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>"Oh! You're actually teaching right now... Sorry...," he said, laughter audible through his words, lifting his hips just enough to enable the drow to slips his pants down far enough. The touch of lips to the underside of his shaft had him shiver; not any of his clients would do such a thing. After all, he was there for their pleasure, not the other way around. "Mmm... I'll remember that... It's easier when being the one receiving," he continued with the lightest tremor to his words "And... I'm not really sure what I like. I <em>enjoy</em> a lot of things, but it has been a while since anyone actually asked that. ...I do like it rough... I don't know, sorry..."<br><br>This time the high elf's ears tweaked; he'd now heard something akin to a chuckle that was not coming from Vesz'tyrr; it didn't even sound like him. It was also too quiet to be coming from the drow as he was very close. There was a sense of movement through the room, as if someone was walking there, but nothing could be seen, even when he turned his gaze to the spot he felt someone.<br>"...I think we have someone's attention," he whispered to Vesz.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"You really don't know?" Vesz asked with a slight smirk, tugging Rain's pants all the way off and tossing them aside, before slipping out of his own, having not actually heard the chuckle coming from someplace other than himself. "Well, then... perhaps we can also use this time to experiment a little. Surely there must be something you've wanted to try, but haven't asked of any of your clients?"<br><br>Vesz parted Rain's legs and rested between them, when Rain mentioned that he thought they had someone's attention. Vesz glanced around a little, smirking faintly at the thought that Ainur might be watching them, his gaze going back to Rain. "Maybe he wants a few lessons too, hm?" he teased, winking at Rain, his hands pushing his legs a bit further apart. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 05:03:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><br>He shook his head at the drow's answer, grinning a bit when his pants took flight, but turning his full attention the Vesz when he bared himself. "<em>That</em> I like," he said with a small purr, then raised a brow at the suggestion and question. "I...," he started, blinking, then frowned when he thought "Something I wanted to try..." It wasn't happening for Rain, thoughts were not coming to this question. The last time sex had been something both parties wanted and where both parties were actually equal and not paying one or the other would have been the exact same reason why he got into this life in the first place.<br><br>There was no easy go-around for Rain and he shrugged, letting it go. It wasn't as if Vesz completely stopped, anyhow. Having his tights pushed apart had him squirm somewhat, sucking a lip in and focussing on the drow again, thoughts of some or the other thing approaching bleeding from his mind.<br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div></div>"I do not need any lessons," was whispered in such an archaic accent it was hard to make out the words spoken. A shimmer of a man stood next to the bed, leaning in somewhat, clearly observing, probably doing so for a few moments before he found it time to come into view. <br>"High Elf and Drow in one bed? In my time certain parties would have executed both elves...," was said, lips curling into a slight smile while eyes went over both men. Ainur, because that was who he was, seemed to gain matter, solidifying, becoming almost as real as the two other elves, but not quite, not completely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 05:31:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>"If you can't think of anything right now, it's alright, if you ever do we can try again," Vesz chuckled softly, running his hands gently along Rain's thighs, hands making their way towards his groin, letting his fingers brush over his erection. "You did say you like it rough, so let's see if I can work with that..."<br><br>Vesz's ears perked when he heard the whispered words, his eyes going to the area beside them where Ainur was just beginning to materialize, a faint grin on his lips. The first time he'd seen Ainur, he'd bee frightened by his sudden appearance, but in time, he had come to accept him as just a part of the house. Ainur definitely wasn't a malicious spirit, the drow had figured that out quickly. <br><br>"Hello, Ainur," Vesz said with a chuckle, shifting to slide&nbsp; his hands up to Rain's hips, tugging him back against him as he sat up on his knees, his erection resting against Rain's, lightly thrusting his hips to rub against him. "We were actually wondering if we could draw you out... and I'm sure certain parties would still have us executed if they knew what we were doing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:29:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Rain actually twitched at the whispered words, having been caught off-guard, but his initial response to the ghost of the brothel soon smoothed into a broad smile he offered Ainur. As he had said, he had met the ghost before and he had enjoyed him company quite a bit. Laid back and bared he didn't feel any need to cover up and hide; there wasn't anything there Ainur hadn't seen before.<br><br>The ghost himself shot Rain a grin and he laughed quietly when Vesz'tyrr tugged the high elf against himself; the groan coming from Rain was just delicious to him.<br>"I do like to watch," he responded to Vesz'tyrr, reaching out to trail a hand along Rain's side while moving into Vesz and offering him a slight, mischievous smile "And join..." he added, which had Rain lick his lips and flick his gaze to the drow. "I'm game," the high elf murmured, slight quiver going through him at the prospect, which, in turn, made the ghost laugh. "I bet you are," he shot back at Rain before returning his attention back to Vesz. "He likes to be <em>kissed</em>, uncommon for a whore," he whispered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:49:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> Location: Vesz'tyrr's room <br>Tagging: Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz chuckled a little, smirking a bit as he heard Rain moan, taking his hand and enclosing it around both of their erections together. His hand wasn't large enough to completely engulf them, but he stroked them both together slowly, while listening to the ghost's words. <br><br>"I don't think I mind," he said with a slight grin when Ainur mentioned joining, keeping his eyes on Rain, his free hand coming up to caress at one of Rain's nipples, deciding the 'lesson' could wait for now. This was more about pleasure now than business, and as Ainur mentioned Rain liked to be kissed, a bigger grin tugged at his lips. He didn't kiss clients willingly, ever, and if they forced it on him, he certainly didn't kiss back. Rain, however, was not a client, and he had no reservations about kissing the other whores when he was with them. <br><br>"Does he, now?" he said, in a slightly teasing voice. Moving the hand on their erections down to brace himself over Rain, he used his body to pin him down, tilting his head down to kiss him - deeply, and somewhat roughly - his teeth finding his lip before it broke, biting and tugging it lightly as he drew back after a long moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 03:44:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Listening to the words between drow and ghost, Rain's cheeks flustered. The ghost knew more of him than he'd allowed any other to find out. How, was a mystery to the high elf. He didn't exactly found it necessary to speak up, though, and wasn't all too able to get a coherent thought to form when dark fingers pressed an equally dark erection against his own and started to stroke.<br>Though he did almost protest to the ghost's words on him enjoying kisses. It wasn't that it wasn't true, but it wasn't something commonly known about him. However, he never had a chance and helplessly groaned when Vesz took up the advice given, returning the drow's aggressive kiss hungrily.<br><br>Ainur, still grinning much like a cat would when spying an exceptionally fat mouse, slid unto the bed, enjoying the show for now, but not keeping his hands to himself, trailing here and there, now over light, then over dark skin.<br>"Oh, he does...," he purred, "Quite a crime he keeps certain details about himself to himself. Then again.. you do seem to have shut him up quite effectively, Vesz'tyrr."<br><br>When the drow pulled back -leaving the high elf gasping for breath and staring somewhat fuzzy at him- Ainur leaned in and whispered once again, but now to Rain, whom's eyes widened, then shut. "Sometimes I wonder if you are not evil, ghost," he said quietly, then opened his eyes again and blushed at Vesz'tyrr. "I... he... ah...," he tried, then scraped his throat while Ainur laughed. "Oh, good Gods...," Ainur finally came to a rescue "He would like us both, Vesz'tyrr, but he is as shy as a virgin when it comes to things that turns <em>him</em> on.""Gods! ...evil... If you weren't dead already...!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 04:01:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> Location: Vesz'tyrr's room <br>Tagging: Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz purred softly as he felt the ghostly fingers brush over his skin occasionally, looking down towards Rain with a soft chuckle as he listened to their conversation, a wide grin on his face as he teasingly thrust his hips against him. "Both of us, at the same time? Are you certain you can handle that," he asked, leaning down and licking over Rain's lips with the tip of his tongue. "You don't have to be so shy, Rain... I did tell you I'm willing to take your desires into consideration, did I not? No matter what they are." <br><br>His gaze shifted over to Ainur, and he lifted himself up slightly, trailing his hands down along Rain's body sensually as he did so. "I certainly don't mind you joining in, in a more active role, if it's what Rain wants."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 04:38:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Hearing Ainur say the words he just couldn't utter himself, hadn't the high elf just blush, but shiver quite strongly, the sheer idea exciting him so much a single pearl of precum formed on his tip. He shook his head at the question if he was certain he could handle such a thing. "I... can. I'm sure," he mumbled against the drow's lips, turning a deep crimson at the following words.<br>He too looked at Ainur when Vesz did so, but there was a mix of anger and submission in his gaze. How dared the ghost reveal about him? Still.. it was a very appealing thought to have both men at the same time. Yes, please," he thus said a bit louder when Vesz'tyrr addressed Ainur on joining in in a more active role.<br><br>"It would be my pleasure," Ainur responded, inclining his head solemnly, contradicting the still present sparkle of mischief, ghosting fingertips along the high elf's erection and catching the pearl of precum to then bring it to his lips and lick it off sensuously. "I think he enjoys it most when you are in charge, so I will leave the position in how we are going to do this up to you, Vesz'tyrr." Shooting a wink at the drow, he withdrew somewhat to give him room, then kept his attention on him to be able to pick up whatever he plan Vesz would come up with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 05:01:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> Location: Vesz'tyrr's room <br>Tagging: Ainur, Rain </div> "As long as you're sure,"Vesz murmured, grinning a bit as he wrapped his arms around Rain, lifting him up into his lap. He nodded to Ainur, indicating he should slip in underneath the other elf, leaving Rain face-to-face with him. "I think this way would work best, don't you agree," he said, his eyes on Rain, a smirk on his face, sliding his hands gently over his waist and hips, down over his ass, leaning in to murmur to him in a low voice. "This way, I can still kiss you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 05:24:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>The lift had Rain gasp, but he worked with the drow as soon as he realized exactly what he was doing, sliding both his arms around him while Ainur slipped behind him. He swallowed, still blushing, then hid his face in the drow's neck. The arrogant, foul mouthed high elf street rat seemed near vulnerable all of a sudden.<br>Behind him, Ainur shook his head slightly and placed a kiss in his neck on the other side of where Vesz was, pressing against the high elf briefly before shooting a wink at Vesz'tyrr. "We could host him up, if you like," he said quietly to the drow, equally running hands along the elf between the two "Though that would lead to quite the deep penetration...," he continued teasingly when Rain shuddered and bit down on his own lower lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 05:43:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> Location: Vesz'tyrr's room <br>Tagging: Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz chuckled a little at the way Rain hid his face in his neck, noticing he seemed to be feeling a little vulnerable. He slid his hands along his back reassuringly, grinning a bit at Ainur as he took in his words. "Well, if Rain thinks he can handle that, and wants it..." he said, shifting his gaze slightly to Rain, though he allowed him to remain nuzzled against his neck, nibbling on his ear as he whispered to him seductively. "Do you want that? For it to be quite... deep?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 02:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Raaneviirin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Feralelf.png)</div></div>&nbsp; Where: Raan's enclosure<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Open</div>If he kept his eyes closed (and didn’t breathe through his nose) it was almost like he was in the woods, again, lazing in a quiet time between hunts. The light dappled through the leaves, and the wind twisted around them, making their whispers rise and fall. The bark at his back was hard and rough but he could feel the welcoming thrum of the young oak. In a very far-away and echoing manner, the tree was happy. The sun was out, the earth was rich and moist, and there was elves all around to augment the embers of magic it hoarded in its core. For such a young tree, it had suckled a lot of magic from its surroundings. Raan didn’t know what it meant, but so long as the tree was content it wasn’t a problem. <br><br>Gods, he was bored. So bored he was contemplating the inner workings of a <em>tree</em>, as if it could free him of his cage. He opened his eyes and let his amber eyes move over the pen he had been housed in for several seasons. As familiar as it was hated, it was barely a dozen strides wide and two dozen strides long, partially sheltered from the elements by a roof. A scattering of hay and reeds were there to soften the tiles underfoot, and a few feathered pillows were gathered there, too. Where he slept, when it rained or snowed. There was a low table, too, with stout legs. Much too heavy to be used as a weapon. The door was there, solid and utterly unmoveable. <br><br>He looked away from it, to where the tiles gave way to grass. Weeds and herbs tangled in the unmanaged grasses, and the flowers they bloomed attracted a bee or two. The tree he was curled under was away from the door - but close to the area the guards and the <em>clients</em> would come to stare in from. <br><br>He hated them, but almost wished for someone to come by and offer distraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 03:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Rain was obviously listening, even if he didn't respond immediately. The question whispered in his ear had him groan and shudder once again, taking away any kinda of reluctance he might have been feeling before. "Yes...," he answered with a small nod, this answer evoking a broadening grin on Ainur's features. "He is quite adorable when he is promised what he wants," the ghost murmured, then nipped on the high elf's ear, a hand sliding down Rain's back to casually trail fingers between his cheeks, having the high elf tighten his hold on the drow with a quiet gasp. "I won't break, Vesz," he whispered into Vesz'tyrr's ear "It's just a bit overwhelming."<br><br>Leaning back, Ainur took a moment to study the high elf before looking over his shoulder at the drow. "I could aid you if you aid me. I am quite certain he will be in need of some assistance to not keel over." Hands trailed down Rain once again, but now to slip under his thighs to offer support and lift him when Vesz'tyrr would be ready for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:02:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> Location: Vesz'tyrr's room&nbsp; <br>Tagging: Ainur, Rain </div> "Alright... I'll try not to treat you too delicately," Vesz whispered, grinning as he licked at the edge of Rain's ear, nodding slightly at the ghost positioned behind the high elf. <br><br>His hands moved from where they were, slipping down to Rain's ass once more, taking a hold of him there, beginning to lift him up with Ainur's aid, guiding his legs around his waist. Between the two of them, Rain was light and easily maneuvered, the drow standing himself up straight on his knees so that Ainur had room to do the same, and press in close to them. <br><br>"Are you ready for us?" he asked the high elf, letting his erect member rub gently at the area between Rain's legs, not seeking entrance just yet, but allowing both him and Ainur to prepare themselves. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:03:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the&nbsp; <br>walls of the Hwarin Iire&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br>&nbsp;outside </div> Plucked notes from a small harp floated through the air, almost masked by the sound of the river flowing in the distance. Sitting upon a rock at the riverbank, slender legs trailing in the water, Leith's nimble fingers danced over the strings of his harp flawlessly, playing a song so lovely that most living things couldn't help but stop and listen in awe. The pale, slender man was entirely nude, and shimmering with water as though he had just emerged from the river after a swim, the occasional drop falling from his dark, wavy hair or splashing from a harp string as it was plucked. <br><br>Leith's eyes were closed at first, merely enjoying the quiet peacefulness of the forest that bordered Cherrywood. He enjoyed the town, and occasionally he ventured into it. It was close to the river, his home, and people came through frequently, meaning that there were often new ears to hear his music. However, he normally didn't play in this area - near the building with the tall fence and walls. For some reason, this building made him sad, though he didn't know why. There was something in the air around it, something intangible. He had thus far never ventured too close to it, and it was fairly uncommon for him to linger in this particular bend of the river.<br><br>&nbsp;Eventually, his eyes opened, though he didn't stop playing, looking up towards that fence, which he now supposed looked more like a cage. Perhaps that's why it made him sad. His song reflected his feelings, becoming slower and more melancholy, though he made no effort to move to a new area just yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 05:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Raaneviirin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Feralelf.png)</div></div>&nbsp; Where: Raan's enclosure<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Leith</div>The tune that meandered on the breeze caught Raan’s attention, and wouldn't let go. It sounded almost familiar, like a half forgotten lullaby, though he knew it was nothing of the sort. He got up, and paced back and forth as the tune continued, restless with the need to get to a place where he could listen properly, not just snatch at the rags of the notes as they drifted to him. The burbe of the river and the dry skittering of the leaves overhead almost overpowered the music, and nowhere in his enclosure let him hear more clearly. <br><br>Frustration twisted in his chest, a surprisingly strong reaction over something so petty as a far-off bit of strumming. It didn’t help when the musician somewhere beyond the high walls turned their tune maudlin. It was still lovely, but it made him ache. He prowled up and down his cage, torn between wanting the player to stop, or continue the torment.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 06:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the&nbsp; <br>walls of the Hwarin Iire&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br>&nbsp;outside </div> Leith's playing stopped briefly after a few moments, just listening to the sounds that reached his ears, living by the water, he was able to tune it out, and his gaze lingered over the high walls once more. Rather than continue playing, he frowned a little, and rose from the riverbank, bringing his harp with him as he ventured closer. He didn't actually know what this building was, and he felt oddly compelled to approach it. <br><br>It didn't take him long to walk there, his bare footsteps quiet but audible on the earth around the wall, letting his hand trail lightly along it as he did so. He couldn't see in, and he was curious what was on the other side of the wall, now. He didn't sense any way for him to flow through the wall, there wasn't a source of water on the other side. Perhaps one day, when it was raining... <br><br>The thought that perhaps these walls were some kind of cage once more struck him, and he decided to reach out to whatever caged soul was beyond the wall in the main way he knew how to. He settled with his back against the wall, and began to play his harp, this time plucking out a slightly lighter tune, the moisture on his hair and skin beginning to dry somewhat since he was no longer in the river. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 01:35:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Ainur lifted when Vesz'tyrr did, shifting his position a bit to be better placed, doing almost the same as the drow was doing, but at the other side of the high elf.<br>Though Rain did try to lift himself, he wasn't exactly in the state of mind to aid the two men a lot. He nodded at the drow's question, relaxing between the two men. Obviously, as a whore, he had plenty of experience, and had even serviced two men before, but this was still different, this was on his own terms. His face still hidden, he sucked his lower lip in, then breathed in slowly and mumbled a quiet "Yes, I'm ready."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:37:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Vesz'tyrr's Room&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz didn't mind that Rain was unable to help with positioning himself, he had Ainur's help and he knew that this must be a little overwhelming. He wanted Rain to enjoy this, he'd ended up in this position a few times himself. Once he actually had to call a guard to get the two guys off of him, as they were being rather impatient and unconcerned with his comfort - thankfully, the guard at the time was less concerned with pissing off the clients than he was with them injuring valuable brothel 'property' - and he didn't want Rain to be uncomfortable or in any pain. <br><br>"Should we try to go in at the same time, or one after the other," he asked Rain with a slight smirk as he nibbled gently on his ear again, figuring the high elf would know what would work best for him. His hand slipped down behind him, fingers seeking out Ainur's cock and guiding it against his own, mmm'ing softly at the sensation as he rubbed against it just a little. Touching Ainur felt subtly unique, there was something indescribable about the way he felt - it was very nice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:49:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Rain took a moment to think, which, on itself, was hard enough to do, but he did recognize the importance of the question asked and thus demanded himself to contemplate. "One after the other," he said, coming to the conclusion that being stretched by two cocks at once would be a bit too much and too quick. Neither elf was small, Rain knew.<br><br>The touch to his erection had Ainur grin quietly, then purr when Vesz guided it against his own. Feeling the drow's erection against his had him become all the more excited, it wouldn't be long before they both would occupy the same, narrow space.<br>"He is quite clung to you, Vesz. I could go first if you keep him steady? Then pry him off and have him lean against me. Unless either of you want something else, of course."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 03:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Vesz'tyrr's Room&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz nodded a bit at Rain's words when he managed to answer him, licking affectionately at his ear as he allowed him to cling. He chuckled softly as Ainur spoke, nodding a bit at him as well, his gaze shifting towards the ghost with a slight grin. <br><br>"That sounds fine to me," he said, sliding both hands to Rain's ass once more, leaing back with him slightly, his hands helping to open him up for Ainur to be able to access him, a bit excited about the prospect of what they were about to do. He hadn't actually had an opportunity to do this from this side of things, and he was doing it by his own free will. It was great. <br><br>He wanted Ainur to hurry because of that excitement, but he didn't ask him to, knowing Rain deserved time to go slowly and be allowed to adjust. To distract him a bit, he began kissing and nibbling at Rain's neck, both hands squeezing his ass as he held him, waiting for the ghost to begin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:15:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>When Vesz leaned back, Rain gripped the drow that much tighter, the ghost behind him leaning in to lick his shoulder before taking hold of his own erection and sliding between his cheeks teasingly. The high elf groaned quietly at the feel of such a touch where it touched and tilted his hips slightly, instinctively, only to have Ainur press his tip against that inviting opening and murmur against Rain's ear before slowly pressing into him. A quiet "F-fuck...," dropped from the high elf's lips when the ghost stretched, then ever so slowly filled him. Ainur didn't stop until he was fully embedded, groaning at the tight embrace. And, when he stopped, he didn't move for a few moments either, both allowing Rain to adjust and get a grip himself.<br><br>Only after that pause, he pulled Rain's hips tighter against his crotch and raised his hands to untangle the high elf from the drow. Having been blessfully filled, Rain's grip had loosened somewhat and it wasn't long before the ghost was able to lower his hands once again, but this time to lift the high elf's thighs again. Having spread them further with his own and impaled on Ainur's cock, Rain made one sinfully erotic picture. Especially when reached back to hold unto Ainur's shoulders, groaned at being so easily manipulated and opened his eyes to flick a hooded look at Vesz.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:30:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Vesz'tyrr's Room&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz couldn't keep from grinning as he felt Rain hold onto him, feeling the way he clutched at him tighter and arched his hips in invitation, enjoying the show almost as much as he knew he would enjoy what was coming soon. As Ainur began to disentangle Rain's grasp from his body, he helped him, loosening the grip that the high-elf had on him with all four limbs, looking over him with a lustful gaze. Leaning in close, one hand slipped down to guide his own member, letting it tease along Rain as well as over Ainur, pressing against his opening. He seemed very full, perhaps too full to allow Vesz to enter as well, but Rain had insisted he could handle it...<br><br>Pressing his cock firmly against him, he began to push in slowly, a gasp escaping him as he felt the head of his cock gradually slip into an opening that had, moments ago, seemed far too tight for it. He went slowly, not wanting to hurt Rain, both hands moving to help support him once more, leaning in to bite at Rain's neck. He had to hold himself back somewhat from thrusting in too deeply, too fast... the tightness and heat were simply perfect, and he nibbled his way to Rain's lips, kissing him deeply as he slowly slid in to the hilt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:34:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Raaneviirin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Feralelf.png)</div></div>&nbsp; Where: Raan's enclosure<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Leith</div>The music stopped - and Raan’s pacing stopped, straining to hear just a little more, another refrain, even though the sorrowful sound twisted the knife of bitter rage inside him. He wondered if calling out would scare the player away, or if they would heed his plea. To be so close to this cesspit, and walking free, whoever it was <em>must</em> be human, or one of their allies. He hated to think anything of them could bring solace to him while he rotted in their cage, but he couldn’t believe one of the People would be here. And as a human - or an ally of them - Raan would have to sully his mouth with their language. <br><br>Pride was his bane, and his only defence. He would not speak their language, not for any reward.<br><br>He mourned the loss of the music for a heartbeat, before, miraculously, it came again. Closer, and gently joyful. The harper was skilled, and danced a tune upon the air like it was birdsong, natural and interweaving with the sounds of the earth. How could such a perfect sound be made by a human? Simply, it could not. They were too clumsy in their fingering, deaf to the delicate notes that hovered below the surface. <br><br>He felt himself relaxing a little at the realisation. He wasn’t betraying himself by enjoying this. It had been so long since he’d let himself feel pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it almost felt alien. He shut his eyes, letting it wash over him, and hummed softly in counterpoint to the tune, wordless but still melodic, finding a place in the tune. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:52:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the&nbsp; <br>walls of the Hwarin Iire&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br>&nbsp;outside </div> Leith couldn't see whoever, or whatever, was on the other side of the wall, but he did sense someone was there, and the soft humming that eventually joined his playing made him smile somewhat. Whoever was there did seem to have some sense for music, a creative spark, not humming his exact tune, but rather, something complementary. It was like they were speaking to him in a language he actually understood.<br><br>Leith let his music change subtly, beginning to weave his notes into something of a story, the tone and tempo expressing a feeling of who he was, and a sense of happiness that this person seemed to speak his 'language'. It was something that didn't happen very often, most people liked to listen to his music, but they expressed themselves with words - something Leith always found confusing. He wished he could see his new friend, and his music became somewhat slower and slightly more sad at the fact that he couldn't, though it still remained cheerful overall. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 05:10:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Both Rain and Ainur gasped quietly at the teasing of Vesz'tyrr, though the ghost obtained a teasing smirk where the high elf simply momentarily came undone when the drow pressed into him. Ainur had to take a firmer hold of Rain or the high elf would have slipped into a less helpful position while he groaned and writhed at the feeling of a second cock slowly easing into his already tight entrance. Of course there was some pain, some burning, but the pleasure far outweighed discomfort and the bite, then kiss, that Vesz'tyrr gifted was eagerly, hungrily answered. Rain grabber a tight hold with one hand of the drow, digging fingers into his flesh, spreading his legs as far as they could go between both men.<br><br>Ainur, with all his experience, seemed to be lost for words, shivering at just how tight a fit the high elf had become and the feel of another erection against the back of his own. He, too, fought the urge to ravage, biting in the opposite shoulder the drow seemed to favour. "Hnnn...," was all he could muster, where Rain couldn't even find the coherency to find that expression back in his repertoire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 08:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vesz'tyrr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Vesz'tyrr's Room&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ainur, Rain </div> Vesz pressed himself close to Rain, sandwiching him between the two of them as he kissed him deeply, hissing softly at the feeling of Rain's fingernails digging into him, though the slight pain wasn't altogether unwelcome. He didn't move much at first, giving Rain a chance to become accustomed to the feeling of both him and Ainur stretching and filling him, though he was having to restrain himself somewhat. There was a desire to thrust hard into him, which only grew as he allowed himself to move slightly, feeling the tightness of the high elf's body gripping him, as well as Ainur's hardness pressing against him. <br><br>He tilted his head down, breathing hard as he held onto Rain tightly, biting at him firmly as he thrust in and out of him carefully. He'd never experienced this from this side - he could definitely see the appeal. It felt amazing, and he got to be intimate with two sexy people instead of just one. He hoped Rain would be willing to do this again sometime with him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 17:41:10</strong>
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				Aidan’s quick compliance certainly took some of the edge off of Feichin’s frustrations. He wasn’t particularly inclined to deal with a stubborn ‘pet’ at this point. A little fire was amusing at times, even prefferable on rare occasions, but now was in no doubt not one of those times. He gave a noise that only Aidan, having been around him constantly for the past while, would have been able to recognize as slightly approving before he left. He had no interest in staying in the inn any longer than neccesary.<br><br>At least there were bound to be other things to do in this bloody place. If there was anything Feichin would depend upon with these foreigners it would be a certain level of entertainment, and something told him that this place had more than it’s fair share. He found himself drawn to one building in particular entirely due to the fact that the sign boasted a name that was not in the english tongue. He had come to hate it, and many others, in his travels, but this one was different, familiar in a way that he couldn’t grasp, nor could he be bothered thinking very long on the subject.<br><br>As he entered the brothel, he was rather suddenly reminded of home. The luxory of the place, and the clear definition between status was oddly relaxing. Even before he figured out what the place was for, he had come to the decision that he would be spending a fair amount of time here. The rest was only an added bonus. The fact that they were all elves brought a small smile to Feichin’s lips, and he wondered idly if it might make Aidan jealous. Being honest to himself, he imagined his pet might only be relieved that it wasn’t himself, for once, but still, he could imagine such things, and it amused him greatly.<br><br>Feichin made his way over to a seat, lounging about as if he owned the place, an all too common habit for him. He’d decided he would wait for his pet to find him, assuming he could do it in a timely fashion. He wanted to be sure his things were secure before getting distracted. Of course, the most important things were in pouches attached to a belt that rarely left his body, and never for long, but he still did not relish the idea of having to replace the numerous other things they had brought with them.<br><br>Besides, it gave him plenty of time to eye the elves as they wandered about on their business, which he did hungrily and without shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 05:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Raaneviirin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Feralelf.png)</div></div>&nbsp; Where: Raan's enclosure<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Leith</div><br>The music twined around him, much like a cat seeking attention, and Raan grinned for a moment, delighted with the welcome. He followed the fluid tumble of notes, weaving his wordless reply where he could. It felt like he was being spirited away, somewhere where there were no bars, and far out of reach of Man. It was a pleasant escape, while it lasted. Something forlorn shadowed the music. A sorrow a free soul felt at the sight of one trapped? Maybe. Or something not about him, he chided himself, knowing his arrogance made him self centred.<br><br>He thought back to places he had been to, thick forests that were ancient and lush, mountains crowned with snow and veiled with twisting cloud, an ocean in the middle of a storm that rose the wave high and smashed them to foam on a pebbled beach, hills of golden green grass that rippled under the caress of the wind. Places he walked to while he dreamed, he gave them to the stranger.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Hwarin Iire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 01:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Ainur<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ainur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/SaerraelCWAinur.png)</div></div><em>Tagging: Vesz'tyrr, Rain<br>Location: Vesz'tyrr's room</em></div><br>Rain wasn't contemplating doing this again sometime soon. Rain, in fact, wasn't contemplating a damned thing. Sandwiched between the two other men he but now and then tightened lightly around their cocks, this being the only motion he made after his head had tilted back and against the ghost's shoulder.<br>This was bliss, this was pure pleasure and so very overwhelming. Quiet groans dropped from his lips when Vesz'tyrr started to move, it not taking long before Ainur picked up the exact same pace as the drow. He could feel the grind of the drow's abdomen against his rock hard and now drooling erection. "Godssss...," he hissed, eyes sliding completely shut while he surrendered.<br><br>Ainur, as much addicted to sex in death as he was in life, did contemplate repeating this particular kind of session and made a mental note on it and the other two men. Rain was positively melting between him and Vesz'tyrr and the drow in question was adapt in taking the lead. Both of these points were more than enough for the ghost to seriously consider them for another ride such as this.<br>Plus, of course, that it just felt incredibly.<br>When Vesz'tyrr started moving, he quickly followed, taking the same pace as the drow even if every fibre in his spectral body demanded to fuck the tight hole hard and deep. He didn't think Rain would object, but he also wanted to follow Vesz' lead in this.
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