Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)
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				Title: <strong>Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 08:03:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DXK1GpS.jpg)</div>Bands of rock showed the various layers of the earth in the great gouge that the canyon carved.&nbsp; Reds, grays and even purples showed, but some now stained red from battle.&nbsp; In the floor of the canyon, worn by foot with decades of travel along it, a battle raged.&nbsp; Men and women, warriors all, packed tight together in a brutal melee with no clear victor.&nbsp; The river that had created the canyon had gone dry years ago, but now, it flowed again.&nbsp; This time, with blood.<br><br>Two kingdoms were separated by the canyon, carved first by water, then by wind and finally by foot.&nbsp; An arid valley laid between them, the greater part of the desert to the north and the canyon winding southward through the valley into a jungle in the south, eventually draining into the ocean.&nbsp; The Dranada Empire on the eastern side of the valley was a prosperous gathering of clans, most of them orc.&nbsp; Existing clans rarely bred between races, so most of them held racial purity like a sort of badge of honor, although half breeds and clans that welcomed them were not totally unheard of, but were all but absent from the more powerful groups that held influence with the empress.<br><br>Khazara Dalael of the Wintaire clan was one of the half-breeds belonging to an otherwise racially pure clan of orcs.&nbsp; The last name she bore did not belong to the clan and was a name she carried in penance for her existence.&nbsp; Her mother was a Wintaire, but her father was a drow from one of the underground kingdoms so deep that they operated without interference from the world above.&nbsp; She'd never fit in in the clan, and her mother, all but exiled, was the only saving grace.&nbsp; Eventually, Khazara had had enough.&nbsp; In order to avoid the hell that was living in that household, but to bring honor to her clan regardless as was the goal of all in the Dranada Empire, she joined the military.<br><br>A woman of uncharacteristically dark skin for an orc wielded a serrated blade made for her by her mother.&nbsp; Khazara practically danced across the battlefield with strength and grace in equal measures.&nbsp; Her helmet obscured her opalescent hair, held up in a bun by an enchanted comb that concealed the torrent of hair that came down to her ankles.&nbsp; Her eyes spoke ferocity, but her movements were measured and if she felt fear (she did), her body did not show it.&nbsp; Not until everything really fell apart.<br><br>A furious crack sounded out through the canyon like thunder.&nbsp; It echoed against the walls and not a single soul who could hear could possibly miss it.&nbsp; It didn't stop the fighting of course, not for anyone who wanted to live, not until the rocks began to fall.&nbsp; No one knew what the cause was, who did it or if it was just the result of the cacophony of battle reverberating against the ancient walls.&nbsp; When the rocks began to fall, though, people began to panic.<br><br>Khazara knew a little better.&nbsp; Her mother was a blacksmith and her clan was full of fighters, mostly on the men's side.&nbsp; Instinct kicked in and her eyes began darting around the canyon.&nbsp; She saw it earlier, where was it?&nbsp; There!&nbsp; A cave set partway up the wall of the canyon!&nbsp; She wasn't very far.<br><br>The half orc dashed for the entrance, but the last of was the climb.&nbsp; At least twelve feet up, but there were footholds and she had a running start.&nbsp; Some were trying to make it up, but a few people couldn't let go of the fight and by the time Khazara was up, she could already hear the hulking chunks of rick collapsing in behind her.&nbsp; She didn't chance it, she ran partway into the cave, but had to stop when the entrance was totally blocked and the cave was pitch dark.<br><br>The collapse wasn't restrained to the outside, though, and the sheer force caused part of the roof to cave-in as well.&nbsp; Luckily, it was restrained to a dozen or so fist sized rocks, one landing on Khazara's helmet.<br><br><strong>"Shit!"</strong>&nbsp; She'd exclaimed, falling to one knee and removing the helmet, dented now past usefulness.&nbsp; This left her only with her lightly armored chest piece, and heavy pants, meant for rapid movement over sheer defense.&nbsp; She could feel the mark beginning to bleed and she wondered if anyone else made it and if so, who's side they were on.&nbsp; Luckily for her, she was still half-drow (and the comb her father had given her for her hair still worked..&nbsp; Her crimson eyes stared pleadingly into the dark, slowly adjusting to the pitch black.&nbsp; She was lucky that way.&nbsp; That half of her lived underground, after all.&nbsp; At least now, she'd be able to see who else she shared the cave with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 18:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Qx1bPeZ.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yemlin, a proud nation of humans. Flourishing with a strong military, government, and prospering economy. Their fighters were fearless and unforgiving. Among them was Sirah, a woman with immense power and strength. It wasn't by royalty she got into the King's private military, but her perseverance and triumph in an arena battle. Double wielding, absent in power armor, and fluidity in battle made her a wanted warrior. King Alfred, a leader of the people, recruited her almost immediately. At first, the twenty-six year old woman was hesitant to accept the offer, but it was better than the ordinary mercenary jobs she took from time to time. Sirah had it all; beauty, brawn, and brains. She was sought after by many prospects and even considered good enough for royal breeding and marriage. Much to the disappointment of many, she was not interested. She often found comfort in women - something that was usually frowned upon. As the King's awarded warrior, she was given the privilege to bed anyone she wanted. Men, women - it didn't matter. But her main attraction was with women. <br><br>But this is not the story. <br><br>There was a war. Yemlin and Dranada - old empires that had a steady feud. For years they fought until their military was nearly void of warriors to continue the long fights. Eventually the two agreed to not war anymore. While they weren't in a pact, treaty, or any sort of alliance - they made it clear that if anyone from either nation were to intrude without permission would result in a war until one nation fell apart completely. That agreement was broken when King Alfred heard news from the North. Hegatha was an old nation, one that Yemlin was in alliance with. A courier brought news of a secret attack that the Dranada had planned for years. Defensive and without actual facts, King Alfred through themselves into the fight - even after a negotiator from Dranada came to explain that the leader of Hegatha was lying - trying to get both nations to fall apart so that they may reign over all. <br><br>Sirah knew this, could see the real problem, but that did not stop King Alfred from planning the attack. Unfortunately for the warrior, she was the head of a special group that would lead the battle. Head first into something unknowing. Sirah was nervous, but fueled by her never ending craving for blood and honor. <br><br>Her group ended up in a cave, where the end of the war seemed to be nearing close. Her men were falling, but so were theirs. Amongst them were fearless warriors and even a woman - at least she could tell. That looked different from everyone else. It didn't matter, not at the time. What was most important was to take out as many she could and get as many of her men to safety before the cave gave in - but it was too late. The rocks began to fall, knocking her men down, killing many almost instantly. Sirah, never the sort to run, ran further through until she found what she thought was an opening. Before her body could carry her any further, she was knocked out by an incoming boulder.<br><br>Hard-headed was often what her parents called her and if it weren't for that, she would be dead. Sirah awoke in rubble and darkness. She could barely see a thing accept for the little bit of light that seeped through a small crack on the high cave ceiling. She thought about calling out, seeing if any of her men were around, but everything was silent. As human, her senses weren't as strong as others - it left her vulnerable. All she had with her were weapons. <br><br><strong>"Ah...fuck..."</strong> she cried out in pain. A rock managed to heavily bruise her left arm - the one that she used the most in battle. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard another voice call out. It wasn't her men, it couldn't be - it was too feminine. That could only mean one thing. Sirah scrambled as quickly as she could, wincing and cursing in pain - trying her hardest to free herself from the rubble.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 23:59:01</strong>
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				It took a while for Khazara's eyes to adjust to the dark.&nbsp; She was still, after all, a half-breed and that meant that her drow senses were diminished.&nbsp; Plus, she lived a life above ground and getting used to the light of day had taken it's toll.&nbsp; Her sight would never be as sharp as those native to the depths, but she still had an advantage over humans and even orcs here.&nbsp; Even in pitch dark, her eyes could spot shapes and distance... somehow.&nbsp; She never quite got that and her mother had been unable to explain it, anyways, so it was something from her other side that she never understood.<br><br>Standing in the dark, Khazara winced in pain.&nbsp; Her head, she could feel it bleeding, red staining the pearly white of her hair, even up in a bun as it was.&nbsp; She'd heard something, someone.&nbsp; Khazara wasn't as highly ranked as Sirah, she commanded no one and no one that gave her orders seemed to have made it into the cave.&nbsp; There was just one other voice and hearing the feminine tone cursing caused Khazara to take a battle stance, her sword at the ready, that dark orc steel blending into the shadows of the cave.<br><br>As her eyes adjusted, Khazara caught sight of someone in the remaining light trickling in through the rubble outside blocking the entrance.&nbsp; She could see Sirah perhaps more clearly than anything else in the cave with the help of that light and for now, the half-blood stayed in the darkness.&nbsp; At least here, she had an advantage and she wasn't going to squander it by charging towards the woman.&nbsp; Besides, it was beginning to dawn on her the situation she was in.&nbsp; The battle was as good as over, wasn't it?&nbsp; At the very least, they were cut off from the rest of it.&nbsp; This was most likely about survival, now.<br><br><strong>"Who is there?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara called out in a gruff, low, but still undeniably feminine voice.&nbsp; She tried to mask the fear she felt now, thrust into an unexpected and uncomfortable situation.&nbsp; Getting used to battle was easy, but this wasn't battle anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 02:08:16</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">There were a million different things running through her mind. Who the hell was that and how big was the threat? The gods could only tell how scared she was. For the first time in a very long time, Sirah was feeling anxious and unsure of her surroundings. The battle was so far from home and now she was stuck in a cave. It was the enemy, she knew it was. The voice was calling out, demanding to know who was there. The warrior was still rummaging through, trying her best to get free from something could end her. <strong>"fuck...fuck..fuck"</strong> her left arm was more than bruised, it was near broken - probably sprained. Was she to ask for help? What if the other woman attacked her on sight? What was she going to do?<br><br>Sirah didn't ask for her, it wasn't in her to do so. Everything thus far was done by her and never once did she ask for help. The woman was at a loss, confused, and worried. These were feelings she wasn't too familiar with. Her family, her nation, and her men were gone from sight. The war seemed to go on forever. It was the end, she could feel it. After all the training and fearless fighting, her legacy was ending before it even began. No, asking for help would be the stupid thing - at least that's what her pride was telling her. <br><br>Finally, after struggling and a loud scream - she managed to get her bruised body pulled from the rubble and up to her feet. She clenched her bruised left arm, trying to contain tears back that would only make her feel weak and vulnerable. Crying was not an option and if she needed to, she would fight to the death with whoever that was standing not too far from her. <strong>"Don't come near me. I don't know who you are, but I will kill you if you do."</strong> bluffing of course, hoping that it would make the woman leave.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 02:28:16</strong>
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				That was what Khazara was afraid of.&nbsp; She couldn't help but stifle a very orc-like growl, but she'd never been able to go quite as low as some of her cousins.&nbsp; Another thing she couldn't do right as a half-breed.&nbsp; It still came as reflex to her, an expression of her frustration with... everything that was happening.&nbsp; The battle was stressful enough, even for seasoned warriors and skilled fighters, but the collapse had heightened everything and Khazara was sure she wasn't the only one on edge, here.&nbsp; Maybe that was something in her blood that finally did some good.&nbsp; The dark elf side of things calming the orcish urges to stay aggressive.&nbsp; That didn't help anyone in this situation, but she still didn't put her sword away.<br><br><strong>"And what?&nbsp; Make yourself a murderer?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara shot at the other woman in the dark, <strong>"Battle's over, we're trapped in a cave."</strong><br><br>Still, the half-orc didn't draw any closer and she didn't get out of her battle stance.&nbsp; Depending on how skilled of an eye Sirah had, especially given how dark it was in the cave, it might become apparent that Khazara's stance wasn't exactly the most aggressive.&nbsp; On the contrary, it was actually quite defensive.&nbsp; She seemed ready for an attack, not knowing how skilled or how injured her potential opponent was, but from the way that Sirah carried herself, it was hard to hide the more serious injury to her arm.&nbsp; Khazara narrowed her eyes at her current opponent.&nbsp; This wasn't going to go anywhere if they just went back and forth challenging each other.<br><br><strong>"I think it is time we put down our arms and figure a way out.&nbsp; My name is Khazara."</strong>&nbsp; She said, rolling the R in her name.<br><br>She recalled a time in her childhood spent with her father in the underground drow city.&nbsp; In retrospect, she didn't learn much, but what there were a few kernels of knowledge she remembered.&nbsp; The drow's religious theocracy, their spider-themed artworks and architecture for one, but she also recalled her father talking about the cave systems.&nbsp; It was like an enormous web, extending everywhere.&nbsp; So long as you were careful in where you looked, you could get anywhere you wanted or end up hopelessly lost in the dark.&nbsp; She was told that overworlders often underestimated the extent of the tunnels and caverns under their feet.
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				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 03:41:53</strong>
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				There was more talking now and a small bit of movement. Sirah tried to ready her stance, prepare herself for any danger to come. Trying to hold on to her rouge like weapons, it was failing though. Her arm was killing her, the more she tensed or moved it, the worse it felt. For fate first time, in a long time, she was praying that something - anything, would stop the horrible pain she was feeling. It caused tears, frustration, and annoyance. This wasn't how she saw the end of her life. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. A high honor was to be awarded, she was going to free her people of the constant fighting and liberate the nation. It was going to be a new era, an era she would command. <br><br><strong>"Ah...ahhh...."</strong> her pride was wearing thin. The mysterious woman was right, it would be dumb to fight now. Sirah was fit for it and the other was probably in the same condition as her. It could be a mutual surrender, to find a way out and go their separate ways. Even that idea was frightening enough. What if she never saw her home again? What if everyone was slaughtered?<br><br><strong>"Sirah..."</strong> she spoke softly, but loud enough for Khazara to hear. The pain caused her to fall to her knees, writhing in pain. She continued to curse in a hushed tone. This did not bode well for her, but cooperation was the only to survive and Sirah was much too stubborn to die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 03:58:49</strong>
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				Sirah.&nbsp; Alright, that was a start.&nbsp; They'd exchanged names and at this point, it was probably safe to say that combat was off the table.&nbsp; To be honest, that made Khazara glad because now that there were no other options, she was starting to feel nervous about trying to navigate the underground again.&nbsp; She'd learned a little in her childhood, but how much of that could she really rely on?&nbsp; Now, if she got lost and died, she wouldn't be alone.&nbsp; What a morbid thought.<br><br><strong>"Okay, Sirah."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, rolling the Rs again and sheathing her sword in it's rightful place, the scabbard drawn across her lower back, perpendicular to her spin so it was sideways.&nbsp; The sound was unmistakable and soon, the half-orc approached Sirah and knelt down next to her.&nbsp; In the small shaft of light, she'd be able to get a better glimpse of Khazara, her opalescent hair held up in a bun, the glittering armor, mostly leather with strips of metal woven covering her chest.&nbsp; Tattoos covered her dusky skin, showing not the usual Dranadan symbols, but signs of drow culture instead.&nbsp; Most notably, a spider on her forehead nestled above lightly colored eyebrows that framed two crimson eyes.<br><br><strong>"You are injured."</strong>&nbsp; She said, <strong>"Let me help."</strong><br><br>Khazara stood again and with nothing else that she could think of that was disposable, she removed her thick cloth pants.&nbsp; This exposed the tattoos on her thighs, more indicative of her Dranadan heritage with orc patterns and a pair of very short shorts that left little to the imagination, with one button at the top left open to expose a hairless patch over her nethers that displayed a skull and crossbones partly covered by the armor on her chest and a slight bulge in the crotch that hinted at her true sex.<br><br>She knelt down again, handing the cloth to Sirah and reaching forward to start fashioning a sling for Sirah, which would involve the two touching.
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				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 05:11:57</strong>
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				<em>"let me help."</em> the woman spoke, an accent she was vaguely familiar to her, but it seemed a bit more exotic than the others of her nation. Sirah winced when Khazara began to help her injured arm. Sirah was grateful, but still a little wary. In the time that was spent taking care of her injury, she took a moment to observe what she could of the woman. Dark skinned, even darker than her. Silver hair, red eyes...that wasn't normal of an Orc - looked somewhat like a Drow. There were definite hints of Orc ancestry, but Sirah wasn't too comfortable to ask such personal questions. The one thing that stood out the most, besides the crimson colored eyes that frightened her just a bit - definitely wasn't something she was used to. Whatever that was between the legs of this warrior, it definitely wasn't something she saw on another woman. <strong>"Thank you..."</strong><br><br>When she finished, Sirah would help herself up - not wanting to seem too much of a liability. The next course of action would be to find a way to make torch, then a way out. They definitely couldn't sleep there. There were terrors, animals, and things living in that cave that she would rather not end up prey for any of it. <strong>"I don't suppose you have anything to fashion a torch, do you?"</strong> Sirah's voice was a contrast to Khazara. It was light, soothing, and her accent was sort of proper, but not stuck up. It was strange coming from a warrior such as herself, but she had spent many years in the King's castle that she didn't know any different.<br><br>Or, could barely remember.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 05:26:35</strong>
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				Khazara stood up and gave Sirah some space.&nbsp; Whatever brought them each to where they were now, they were both proud, individual warriors.&nbsp; Khazara herself didn't have the leadership background that Sirah did, but if her family had taught her anything, it was that she had to be able to rely on herself, not others.&nbsp; In a way, where one had learned to lead and the other had learned not to be reliant, the two had come to similar places.&nbsp; Khazara knew not to dote on Sirah, not just because she was an enemy, or perhaps former enemy was more appropriate in this situation, but because it would've been refused.<br><br>Khazara shook her head, her cheeks getting a little darker as she realized how dumb it was to make gestures in the dark like that, <strong>"No, I have no torch."</strong><br><br>She waited to see what Sirah would do and in the low light, had a clear view of the other warrior.&nbsp; That voice was soothing and pleasantly feminine.&nbsp; Not like the girls at home, something stronger to it and more... noble in the way she talked.&nbsp; As the adrenaline from what had just happened began to wane, Khazara started to allow herself to admire the woman she was stuck here with.&nbsp; If only circumstances were different and the situation they were in less dangerous.&nbsp; Perhaps then... those feelings could be explored.<br><br><strong>"I can see in the dark."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, wondering just how much of her ancestry Sirah had determined so far, <strong>"I can lead you until we find things to make light."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 05:47:03</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Sirah didn't notice Khazara looking her over. It was perhaps on purpose that she didn't notice or know what exactly was happening. For good reason, too. Women were a distraction and she hadn't met many women like herself. Strong, prideful, and a sense of understanding war and other things that an everyday woman wouldn't understand. Then again, Khazara came from an orc nation - women were more than likely more powerful by nature. Though, Sirah didn't quite understand or know much about the culture of Khazara's homeland. <br><br>A Drow, only a Drow could see in the dark. Sirah knew this much from her teachings. But what was a Drow doing amongst Orcs? Large, green-skinned and unforgiving warriors that matched her strength or greater. Their tenacity was what kept that tribe going, Sirah could as much - but nature won that fight and it was something she would never be able to get over - at least not yet.<br><br><strong>"I suppose I really have no other choice, do I?"</strong> her voice was more stern this time. It was obvious that she wasn't used to taken direction, unless it was from her King. Sirah was a natural born leader and the first woman to ever command a king's army. She was proud of this feat - now even that was being stripped away from her.<br><br><strong>"I can't see, so...I need to hang on to you as you find the ingredients. I have some cloth we can use...."</strong>her voice hinted that she was ashamed that it would have to sink that low. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 06:05:28</strong>
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				Sirah was getting closer to the truth, but Khazara was glad for the darkness.&nbsp; In a sense, it made her half-blood easier for Sirah to see since Khazara was the only one who could see in the dark, a quality that orcs lacked, but it also kept the more obvious physical traits hidden.&nbsp; She just hoped Sirah wasn't curious enough to ask after it.&nbsp; At the very least, they didn't know each other well enough for Khazara to answer those kinds of questions.&nbsp; It was a touchy subject for her, after all, even if Sirah wasn't as familiar with the culture that made it so sensitive.&nbsp; Even though it was obvious, she didn't like to broadcast it around.<br><br>That, of course, seemed kind of silly when one looked closely at her tattoos.&nbsp; The spider on her forehead, the web above her breasts and an intricate, web-like pattern on her back spoke of her drow heritage and she certainly couldn't hide the one on her face.&nbsp; That, however, had been done out of spite.&nbsp; It was common for orcs in clans to bear their coat of arms as tattoos on their body.&nbsp; Khazara was denied this right because she wasn't part of the family, too removed for their tastes.&nbsp; That was during her ill-advised rebellious phase (which all orcs have in rather furious streaks), so she took what she remembered of drow culture and filled in the gaps.&nbsp; She made a show of embracing her difference, even if the exile still hurt her.<br><br><strong>"Very well."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, getting a little closer to Sirah and offering the warrior her free arm (on the side away from the handle of the katana, just in case).<br><br><strong>"I will keep my eye out for something to use as the shaft, but if we go a little deeper into the caves, we should come across something like pitch, if we are lucky."</strong>&nbsp; She explained, starting the journey down into the depths.&nbsp; The ground was uneven, though, and a bit of hand-holding would probably prove insufficient eventually.&nbsp; The girls would probably have to get closer if the rough terrain turned out to be too problematic in combination with the darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 07:31:33</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Sirah grabbed hold of the fairly built woman in front of her. Gripping tightly at her arm as Khazara led them through. It could be an awkward encounter or a chance to make due with the silence. No, the silence was painful. <strong>"This is different for me. I am a leader, being led is not something I can agree with."</strong> she began to explain. Occasionally sighing out of annoyance of having to follow the woman around in such an escort like manner. Sirah was an escort to the King and his family at times. Like a personal knight, Sirah was trusted with their very lives. Even that thought began to bring back memories of watching her men being slaughtered one by one.<br><br>The trek would be long, dark, and full of noises she wasn't used to. Sirah wasn't scared easily, but she certainly couldn't be left alone in a cave with no way to see. Gathering items was imperative and it was something they managed to do quickly and with ease. Sirah took a piece of round wood, wrapped the spare cloth around it and used a flammable liquid she kept in a small pouch to start a fire, should the fight become impossible. After dousing it, she got the rest of the items together - making a bright and fiery torch. <br><br><strong>"I figured I could carry since I am not much use in a battle."</strong> her voice showing disappointment. Her weapons were secured tightly to her back, just in case she needed to pull out. Sirah was hoping that whatever lurked in that cave, was more afraid of them than they were of it. <strong>"Once we are out, we can go our separate ways..."</strong> she spoke again, this time eyes wide from surprise. With the light, she was finally able to get a good look at the warrior.<br><br>Dark, almost as dark as the shrouds around them. Tattoos, white hair, red eyes, and teeth like an orc. Beautiful, really - but she couldn't let that be known. Sirah quickly averted her eyes.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 07:54:06</strong>
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				To be honest, Khazara was a little conflicted in regards to leading Sirah around.&nbsp; She didn't have as much of an attachment to her own nation as the human did to hers and many orcs shared her own family's convictions about half-bloods.&nbsp; She did have friends, but those were few and far between.&nbsp; When she joined the army, she developed a taste for following orders, for surrendering her responsibility to another person.&nbsp; That was after years of fighting her clan to keep her position in the family, to keep her and her mother safe.&nbsp; To put it simply, Khazara and orders didn't always get along.<br><br>She listened stoically to what Sirah had to say.&nbsp; To be honest, she was more than a little curious as to what the human was like.&nbsp; Khazara knew that she was from a wildly different culture and it was liberating to just let the woman talk.&nbsp; It was kind of paralyzing to think about trying to drive the conversation herself.&nbsp; What would she say?&nbsp; Would she talk about how not-a-leader she was?&nbsp; She shouldn't affirm the woman's injuries, she was a warrior and pointing them out would probably just be insulting.&nbsp; No, for now, Khazara just led Sirah along in the darkness, glad that the human couldn't see the blush that had formed on her face from how close they were.<br><br>The only thing that Khazara offered was this, <strong>"If it help, imagine ordering me to lead you."</strong><br><br>It wasn't terribly long before they found what they needed to make a torch.&nbsp; Khazara spotted what they needed, an abandoned torch from a previous expedition for the shaft and a puddle of sticky pitch-like stuff to soak the cloth in.&nbsp; While Sirah was lighting the torch, Khazara herself was removing her chest armor.&nbsp; No need to keep that on now that they were out of battle and the only other warrior here was injured.&nbsp; That meant that when Sirah was finally able to see the half-drow, the crimson eyed girl had nothing on but the strapless top, her breasts straining against buttons to stay on.&nbsp; Tattoos of webbing and orcish designs covering her collar and shoulders while the image of some horned orcish monster splayed across her toned abs.<br><br>Khazara flinched as the torch was lit, her eyes needing to adjust to the bright light, but she also got a good look at Sirah when she finally adjusted, admiring the woman's form once again and her cheeks growing darker once more as a result.<br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, <strong>"Separate ways."</strong><br><br>The warrior stretched, her skin a little damp with sweat from the armor, <strong>"Do you know how to navigate?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, <strong>"I have not wandered the caves since I was very young."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 21:08:52</strong>
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				Sirah sighed, sure - she could navigate now that she could see. The thing that didn't make sense to her was why Khazara was sort of - submissive? It bothered her a bit. A warrior, especially a woman, should be aggressive. The world was mostly against them, depending on the culture. It would be better for them to work together - if they could. Sirah wasn't too comfortable with the Drow/Orc, but there was no reason to instigate a problem either. The warrior took the lead, walking to the front quickly - wincing still at the pain from her arm. <strong>"I don't want to imagine me ordering you...especially someone who I still consider my enemy - regardless of the situation."</strong> Sirah spoke with pride and power. She was a stubborn woman, but that was what got her to where she was now.<br><br><strong>"I have never been in the caves before - but I feel a breeze in this direction, we can follow it until we get out. It shouldn't be too hard - we didn't go too deep in during the fight."</strong> Sirah began to walk, keeping her head up and moving at a quick pace. The faster to their destination and the sooner she could be rid of the other. She wasn't there to make friends, even if Khazara was alluring in some way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 00:44:28</strong>
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				Khazara realized she was being a bit submissive and that would come off as strange since she was an orc, or at least a half-orc.&nbsp; The problem was the situation they were in.&nbsp; Aside from her family trying to beat the dominance out of her over the years, being in this cave was reminding her too much of her drow side of things, something that she'd tried to ignore, to put behind her over the past few years.&nbsp; All in all, this situation put her in an uncomfortable position, forcing her to confront that side of herself while being accompanied by one of the enemy.<br><br>Khazara shook her head, <strong>"Fine, we will get out and then you can go back to slaughtering my countrymen once your arm heals up.&nbsp; That's what you want, yes?"</strong>&nbsp; She shot back, following the breeze instead of directly behind Sirah, although that particular sight wasn't completely unpleasant.<br><br>The half-orc had a flash of memory.&nbsp; Her father telling her about things like breezes.&nbsp; It was hard to remember exactly what it was and some breezes did represent an escape, but there were other things that could cause them.&nbsp; Lots of movement further down the caves, for instance, or places where things grew especially cold or, more likely, especially hot.&nbsp; Cave systems tended to maintain more constant temperatures than the overworld (and as a side-effect, a lack of seasonal attire) so places of inconsistency was the main thing that caused air flow as one got deeper.&nbsp; Sometimes one could find a magma flow, but that was usually only very deep in the earth.&nbsp; Most often, the cause of a breeze deeper in the earth was just an underground river, dragging air along with it's flow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 02:48:25</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">If there was one thing she hated most, it was assumptions. Khazara assumed Sirah would find more of her people and slaughter them. While Sirah was a bloodthirsty warrior, she wasn't evil. Senselessly attacking anyone, especially unwarranted and caught off guard, was something she considered cowardly and unwarranted. Sure, she didn't like the nation Khazara came from, but she didn't know very much about them. It was ignorance. Something that both sides shared equally. <strong>"I do not know you and you do not know me. Let us keep those assumptions to ourselves. I refuse to fight with you and I would never attack anyone without warning."</strong> those words was as simple as she would get. If anymore assumptions would to arise, she would definitely lose her mind. <br><br>They were walking for a while when she saw the dim light peering from around the corner. She was a little frightened of what she might find on the other side, but decided it would be too weak to show such vulnerability - especially to her enemy. Who was to say that Khazara wouldn't attack her? But assumptions were out the window. They needed to find their people, regroup and figure out what would happen from there.<br><br>Much to her dismay, it was a warm light - like another fire. Cave dwellers of some sort? That was her educated guess, but she didn't not speak it out loud.</div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 05:21:58</strong>
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				Khazara gave a sigh-like snort, <em>'That is the way of conquerors, no?&nbsp; To fight with honor until it is time to pillage.'</em>&nbsp; She thought.<br><br>The half-blood would've voiced her retort, too, except for the light coming around the corner.&nbsp; With her eyes, she was able to see it a bit better, reddish orange light just like a fire.&nbsp; It, too, made her nervous.&nbsp; Sirah was wounded which made her worth half a fighter at best and a liability at worst.&nbsp; Khazara was confident in her own abilities in a one-on-one, but she wasn't so vain as to assume whoever they found down here would adhere to those rules.&nbsp; After all, if she, herself, was outclassed, the best thing to do tactically would be to gang up on the enemy.&nbsp; Her clan-mates would disagree, but they'd never been very convincing in regards to the Dranadan code of honor.<br><br>When they turned the corner, though, Khazara gasped audibly.<br><br>The cavern opened up considerably, a few tunnels leading out of it and more than one of them being the exit for a stream, which probably joined another water source down the ways.&nbsp; The whole cavern was sort of sloped with an entrance at the top next to a small waterfall trickling water down the rocks and a couple other entrances towards the bottom draining the small creek that formed as a result.&nbsp; A little further down from the waterfall started steps, tiers of water that pooled in an arc around the waterfall with a steady amount of water spilling over the edge of the wall where rock had slowly built up and pooling in a tier further down.<br><br>The air in the room was full of steam, hot and humid.&nbsp; Rising like billowing clouds into the air up above.&nbsp; Another tunnel started in part of the ceiling, the warm, wet air venting through it as cooler, drier air from the tunnel that Khazara and Sirah came in through funneled in.<br><br>Lastly and perhaps most importantly was the source of light.&nbsp; The roof of cavern glowed brilliantly, strings of red that lit up occasionally as steam moved something up there.&nbsp; In combination with the clouds of wet air, it gave a sort of impression not unlike a storm cloud, arcs of "lightning" striking red and orange rather than white and blue.<br><br><strong>"Oh..."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, drinking it all in, <strong>"Silk worms.&nbsp; The webs they weave glow red.&nbsp; They are... beautiful."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 06:56:53</strong>
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				<strong>"Silk worms?"</strong> her people got silk from trade in other regions, but never had she seen silk in its organic form. It was pretty, sort of frightening in a way as well. But that wasn't the concerning part. What was concerning was not knowing where the fire came from. If they were to intrude any further, it could be the end for the both of them. Her left arm was swollen and Khazara looked a bit beat up as well. <strong>"It looks relaxing, but I'm not sure on what...what exactly I should do. I...think I need to sit down."</strong> she was talking gibberish, thats what it sounded like. It was all coming out in unorganized speech. Her thoughts were vomit.<br><br>Sirah found a place to put the torch so it wouldn't be put out. She dropped her weapons and her guard. She felt dizzy, dirty, and tired. Yeah - sitting, sitting was definitely something she needed to do. If for her own sanity and just to rest, but she was still a bit out of it. Walking with her enemy, finding the woman to be attractive, in a weird - exotic way. She really didn't have a word to describe it. Probably more irritated than anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 07:09:48</strong>
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				Yes, the fiery colored light Sirah had seen from around the corner was just the glow of the reddish-orange light that the silk worms webs produced.&nbsp; There was no one else around save for Khazara to worry about, but as the woman sat down against the cave wall, the half-blood found herself beginning to worry.&nbsp; She wasn't making much sense and that was bad.&nbsp; Her arm was pretty wounded, but Khazara hadn't seen any real blood on her, not before.&nbsp; Could she have gotten a concussion?<br><br>The half-orc moved to kneel down in front of the human, <strong>"Sirah?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, bringing a surprising soft hand up to the woman's cheek and locking her crimson eyes on Sirah's dark orbs, <strong>"Are you okay?&nbsp; What is wrong?"</strong><br><br>Khazara didn't even understand why she was so worried, but the sudden change in Sirah's behavior had her very nervous.&nbsp; Maybe it was the thought of traversing these tunnels alone or maybe something more complex.&nbsp; Sirah was similar to Khazara in a way, a strong warrior woman, and seeing her so vulnerable made the half-drow worry.&nbsp; It was strange to think about, but in this moment, Khazara didn't see Sirah as an enemy, just a woman in need of help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 08:48:17</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Soft, her hand was soft. Khazara had this touch and it was calming - even though she was partly orc. No, she couldn't get lost. Never get lost in bliss, her guard could be put down. It was stress, the stress of not knowing when she would ever see her family again. The fear of never finding her way home and being lost. Alone. She didn't have any coin to her name, her title wouldn't get her far without the king's hand written signature on a piece of parchment paper. A female warrior? That was a laugh anywhere that did not know how her home operated. <strong>"I'm...I'm fine."</strong> she pushed the woman's hand away, bending down to grab her weapons and the torch. The torch was kept low to keep the silk from catch fire. It was beautiful, sort of unsettling, but that was the conditions they were in.<br><br>They continued down what looked like a winding corridor, following the steady flow of calm water until they came to what seemed to be a hot spring. It was steaming, but the water wasn't too hot to accommodate their skin. It looked relieving and very inviting. The red silk hung on the high cave ceiling and glowing flowers were placed around the edges and on rocks. It was almost as if something took the time to neatly decorate the interior of the cave room. <br><br>Sirah didn't say a word, instead she started to strip herself of the ragged clothes. She removed the loin like outfit, along with pieces of armor that didn't seem to protect much. She placed the torch to the side, as well as her weapons, before standing stark naked in front of Khazara. The warrior was even more impressive nude. Her skin was like fine chocolate, her hair wavy, long and black. It reached the middle of her back - making for a beautiful contrast. She had a few scars on her back and legs, but it was only part of the job description as a warrior. Sirah's muscles were toned, but her body was still curvy in all the right places. <br><br>Before long, she slowly dipped herself into the water, bandaged arm and all - until only the top of her chest was shown. The water soothing, not too hot or cold. The water was a very clear blue, but glistened as if touched by foreign magic.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 09:23:54</strong>
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				She'd have been lying if she'd said that she wasn't a little taken aback when Sirah pushed her hand away, but at the same time, would Khazara have done anything else?&nbsp; No, she wouldn't have and in a way, without really realizing it, it furthered the half-blood's attraction to the human.&nbsp; Khazara herself wasn't experienced sexually, especially considering her unique situation, and part of that was because of the women back in Dranada.&nbsp; The others in her clan wanted nothing to do with her, but those from others were at least a little interested (as well as many of the men due to the form of the rest of her body).&nbsp; Khazara found herself disgusted with the idea of being penetrated, she never really knew why, and as far as women went, she found herself unattracted to the feminine.&nbsp; She could find herself admiring a woman's form, even the softer ones, but be she most greatly admired a toned and muscular form on a woman, which came back to why she was finding herself pulled towards Sirah.<br><br>She watched as the woman rose again, reaching out ready to catch her in case she fell, but this time, Sirah seemed stable.&nbsp; How had she been so worried for this woman, seeing that moment of vulnerability.&nbsp; Khazara was struggling with the feelings roiling inside her and as she followed Sirah into the hot-springs cavern, those feelings only grew more tumultuous.&nbsp; Watching her disrobe, Khazara's heart skipped a beat and despite herself, her crimson eyes ravaged every inch of the woman's dark skin, not to mention a tinge of admiration at the length of her hair.&nbsp; By the time Sirah was submerged in the water, Khazara realized not only had she been staring, but it was her turn.<br><br>Clearing her throat, Khazara unbuttoned her top.&nbsp; It was slow and each of her dark orbs fought the fabric to be totally free, every button causing them to shudder in movement until they were finally released, dark nipples standing hard from how nervous the situation had suddenly made her.&nbsp; Following that, she slipped her katana off her waist, her shoes off her strangely delicate looking feet and then, finally, she started working her shorts down.<br><br>Sirah had seen the slight bulge in Khazara's shorts, but a normal man would've popped out of them entirely, especially seeing Sirah naked given how tight and small those shorts were, barely covering anything on a female form, let alone Khazara's.&nbsp; The shorts worked down her thighs with resistance and it was kind of hard to make out what she had between her legs as she bent over, her breasts obscuring her view for a moment as they finally fell to her ankles.&nbsp; When she stood back up, it was finally evident.<br><br>A tentacle.&nbsp; Where her clit would be, a purple-tinted tentacle began and hung down about four inches.&nbsp; It was hard to tell if it was supposed to be flaccid or not (it was) as it slowly twitched and writhed.&nbsp; Khazara looked away from Sirah at this point, unsure what the other woman would do or say in response to this, but they were already in strange circumstances and her hair was still stained red from the injury earlier.&nbsp; Her tentacle cock twitched a bit and with the beat of her heart, grew another inch.<br><br>That wasn't all, though.&nbsp; Khazara reached behind her head and sighed in gratitude as her fingers came up against the ivory comb that held her opal hair up.&nbsp; When the comb was removed, the hair returned to it's normal length, not only freed, but now flowing down to the backs of her ankles.&nbsp; In the red, the white hair contrasting her dark skin sparkled subtly as if actually woven of pearl and with Sirah having glimpsed her entire body, she dipped a foot into the water and submerged herself down until the water just met her nipples.<br><br>Dipping her hand into the water, Khazara began to get the blood out of her hair, afraid to say anything now that Sirah knew the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 03:10:09</strong>
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				Sirah relaxed herself, letting her muscles warm up and stretch out. It felt nice, finally being able to relax. The water had healing properties, that much she could tell. It wouldn't be face, but it slowly made her arm feel much better than it did a moment before. Sirah took off the bandage, tossing it behind her on the ebony covered stone ground. Even though she didn't want to look at Khazara, she couldn't help but admire her frame, until well...that showed up. That thing between her legs that was somewhat like a penis - but not quite. It was..like a tentacle? Well, it was more penis like and lots of suction pods and ridges. It looked, hell - Sirah wasn't sure what to make of it. <br><br>To hide her embarrassment, curiosity, and bewilderment, she turned away quickly. Sirah tried her absolute hardest to find something else more interesting that Khazara's anatomy. What made matters worse for her was knowing that the Drow had to wear clothes like that. If they were closer, not enemies, and not in a cave - she would offer finding clothes that were better suited for her body. Something that was sexy and comfortable.<br><br>Conversation was inevitable, but Sirah wanted to keep the silence for as long as she could. Turning her body so that her arms were resting on the rocks, she kicked back her legs - letting her round ass pop up from the water before putting it back down. She was still very sore, but felt more comfortable to move - her back could use a massage though. Sirah sure as hell wasn't going to ask Khazara for one. Back in Yemlin, she had her own personal servant that would help her in relaxing ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 03:23:47</strong>
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				Khazara knew that look.&nbsp; Her anatomy, her penis, it wasn't even like what other orcs had.&nbsp; As far as she knew, humans, orcs and even drow had pretty much the same thing under the belt as one another (there were human clans in Dranada, but they were less numerous than the orcs), so on top of everything, Khazara had become self-conscious about what hers looked like.&nbsp; The women she had been with had expressed similar surprise and even a little disgust at what she had at first, but when it was actually used on them, well that changed their minds.&nbsp; It wasn't that Khazara was good, she was inexperienced and generally clumsy when she first started, but the fact that she could move it let her do things that no man could possibly do.<br><br>Normally, Khazara would've avoided taking all her clothes off at all, but there were multiple factors leading her to throw her normal caution to the wind.&nbsp; Firstly, getting her clothes wet would've just bit her in the ass later on.&nbsp; The caves in general were still chilly and walking around in wet clothes was a bad idea.&nbsp; Aside from that, Sirah herself had said they were going to part ways as soon as they could, so what did she really have to fear, anyways?&nbsp; She lived a nation Khazara's was at war with, they'd probably never see each other again.&nbsp; So, why not just take it all off?&nbsp; Her anatomy was strange, but it wasn't the weirdest thing the world had to offer.<br><br>Khazara couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment as Sirah turned around.&nbsp; The silence was uncomfortable, but it looked like neither woman really knew what to say at first and Khazara especially when she saw Sirah's rear emerge from the blue water for a moment, her member twitching and growing unintentionally under the water.&nbsp; Thank the gods for that, Sirah couldn't see it.<br><br><strong>"How is your arm feeling, now?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara asked, brow furrowed and a horde of indecent thoughts concerning her supposed enemy soaring through her mind
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 03:46:39</strong>
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				<strong>"It's fine...right now...I guess the water has some healing properties."</strong> Sirah answered quickly. The silence was starting make her feel a bit crazy as well. The woman kept playing around in the water, still lifting herself up and back down. The warrior hadn't a clue that she was teasing the Drow. It never crossed her mind that other women were into women like her. And it didn't really matter, not now of all times. If it was different circumstances, she might have considered flirting a bit. She could still do it now, but found the idea to be rather unfitting for the situation. <br><br>Sirah turned around, pushing her back against the rock. <strong>"My back is a bit sore, but...I guess I can't really do anything about that."</strong> she continued to talk. It was as if her own thoughts were undecided if it wanted to hate or be interested in Khazara. The woman wasn't showing any threatening signs, then again - it could just be a trick. Sirah sighed, negativity was beginning to be habit and it didn't feel all that great to have to deal with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 04:12:39</strong>
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				Oh, the half-orc was definitely into women all right.&nbsp; She admired strength and if she were meeting Sirah in a more casual social setting, Khazara would probably be a little aggressive, all things considered.&nbsp; Save for being human, Sirah was exactly Khazara's type.&nbsp; She was a strong woman, firm in body, but with curves in all the right places and she didn't seem vulnerable.&nbsp; At least, not aside from the obvious with her injury, but even the way she handled that hinted at the woman's strength of mind.&nbsp; The thing was that if Khazara wasn't around, Sirah wouldn't need her at all.&nbsp; Not outside of this cave, anyways, and that was the thing, emotionally, that attracted Khazara to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The shape of her body helped as well and as the other warrior continued bobbing her rear up and down in the water, Khazara found herself sitting at full mast.&nbsp; Eight inches long and thick all around, a bit thinner at the tip and thicker at the base with the tentacle shape mostly remaining throughout except what were suckers initially were now just bumps that might stimulate her partner, if she used them correctly.&nbsp; Luckily, the water was deep enough that Khazara didn't have to worry about Sirah seeing her arousal, but that didn't stop her from trying to hide it.<br><br>Then, Sirah said how sore her back was.&nbsp; Something about that called to Khazara and the warrior raised an eyebrow as Sirah turned back towards her.&nbsp; A quick glimpse of the other woman's breasts countered a brief disappointment at not being able to see her rear in this position anymore, but that hint about her back was giving the half-orc ideas.&nbsp; She didn't have the same tie to her nation as Sirah did and so didn't have as strong an urge to keep seeing the other woman as an enemy as Sirah herself seemed to.<br><br><strong>"I do not want to remain your enemy, Sirah."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said plainly, <strong>"Let me show you."</strong>&nbsp; She said, wading through the tub closer to Sirah, <strong>"Please, turn around, let me give you a massage."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 04:52:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"What? no..."</strong> Sirah found herself looking Khazara dead in the eyes as she got closer to her. It was a defense she was feeling and she was so ready to push the other woman back. If what Khazara was promising was true, she could let her get close. No, no - no one got close with Sirah. A war was going on, her men were dead. Sirah didn't have time for friends, lovers, or anything in between. Being comfortable around the enemy would be fatal - thats what her training taught her. As a military minded woman and as a leader, that was bad news. But Khazara wasn't like the other orcs that she fought. She was gentle in a way and even her accent was making her feel things she wasn't comfortable enough to admit. <br><br>Sirah turned around obediently, blushing because she wasn't sure if it was a good idea. But she wanted to feel so much better than what she was feeling that day or night - whatever it was now. Being in the cave for so long meant that she had no idea how much time had passed between them finding the spring and the cave falling in. <strong>"Fine...just...whatever."</strong> she said with and irritated sigh, but she was quite thankful to get some more muscle relief.<br><br><strong>"You're not a true Orc, are you? You're different."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 05:10:42</strong>
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				Khazara did slow down in her approach at first.&nbsp; Sirah's demeanor suggested that it might not be good for her health if she just jumped in, but Khazara saw something turn in the woman, the resistance that reminded Sirah how the half-orc was the enemy fighting... something else.&nbsp; Khazara felt her heart beat a little faster at that thought and especially as Sirah finally turned around and exposed her back, those scars she spotted earlier showing themselves again, marring what was otherwise perfect dark skin.&nbsp; A thought crossed Khazara's mind, one that came from nowhere but her subconscious, pure desires, <em>"She is beautiful."</em><br><br>Khazara was a little nervous approaching Sirah.&nbsp; Not because she was going to be touching the woman, but with her back turned like this, Khazara needed to be careful about where she sat so she didn't immediately poke her with her tentacle.&nbsp; As tenuous as this temporary alliance was, the massage itself was test enough, she didn't need Sirah knowing just how turned on she was.&nbsp; It didn't cross Khazara's mind that Sirah was into her as well and especially not that the human was tempering her own enthusiasm not just with their situation, but the unlikelihood that Khazara herself was into women in general.&nbsp; That, of course, would eventually resolve itself, not that either women knew it yet.<br><br>The half-orc quietly waded behind Sirah, carefully keeping a little distance between them as she reached out and laid her hands, longer fingers and a somewhat masculine shape, but with the feminine softness that usually only came from a woman, onto Sirah's shoulders.&nbsp; There, she started, applying soft pressure at first, but using more as she worked deeper into Sirah's muscles.&nbsp; She'd start working down Sirah's back, under the water and down towards the woman's lower back, fingers straying to her waist and hips before beginning to rise back up towards her shoulders again.<br><br>Of course, there was still that question hanging in the air.&nbsp; It was one that Khazara was a little uncomfortable with and she left some silence before finally answering.<br><br><strong>"No."</strong>&nbsp; She said, <strong>"I am not.&nbsp; My mother is orc, but my... father... is drow.&nbsp; You already figured that out, though, no?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked as she carried on the massage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 06:01:49</strong>
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				<strong>"Yes, but unlike you...I don't make assumptions."</strong> Sirah was still being uptight, even though Khazara's fingers were working well into her body. It cause her head to roll to the side, letting her eyes close in comfortable bliss. It felt good, even better than the girl that would always take care of her after a long day of training. It was just the right firmness, but with the added softness. Sirah's moans were suggesting that she enjoyed it more than just an everyday massage. It felt damn good and Khazara's accent was soothing and plucked at the hairs in her ear just right. <strong>"So drow...and...mmm orc? I'm guessing..."</strong> Khazara was definitely doing a number on her. Sirah even started to move a little bit, rolling her head again and smiling. <strong>"I'm...fuck..I'm guessing its frowned upon?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 06:15:39</strong>
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				Well, that jab definitely got under Khazara's skin.&nbsp; Maybe she'd made an assumption about Sirah as a warrior, but it was a pretty easy one to make.&nbsp; The soldiers that fought in the battle were Khazara's countrymen and Sirah had been leading her men against them.&nbsp; That was a soldier's duty and the army was the only place she'd been where people cared less about her heritage, at least not as much as in her home clan.&nbsp; She had developed a bit of an attachment to them, which is why what Sirah said got under her skin, but for the moment, Khazara let it slide.&nbsp; The orc part of her wanted to say something back to her, but the drow side decided to bide it's time.&nbsp; Sirah was enjoying this massage and there were more important things to do than to be angry.<br><br>Khazara sighed, <strong>"Yes, but not because my people despise the drow.&nbsp; A clan member's heritage is important and... half of me is foreign, has no place in society.&nbsp; I shame my clan."</strong>&nbsp; She said.<br><br>The half orc tried not to dwell to much on the subject.&nbsp; There was more going on than a discussion of Khazara's past and Sirah's exclamations, the softness of her voice, started to lull the half-blood into another emotion, one that she didn't feel often, but overwhelmed her each time.&nbsp; She scooted forward a bit to get her arms at a better angle to work at Sirah's shoulders and back.&nbsp; If the woman inched her rear back just a little bit, she might bump into Khazara's stiffened shaft, occasionally writhing against the water in small, unconscious movements driven on by the sensual pleasure of pressing her hands against Sirah's smooth, firm flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 16:06:23</strong>
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				<strong>"It sounds like they do if their pure heritage is what matters most. You can't help who you are and if you respect and appreciate the culture you're born into, I don't really see why it should shame them. They should feel ashamed for treating you as such. I can't imagine the kind of hardship you must have went through as a child."</strong> Sirah never really understood the importance of purity in certain cultures. Eventually that would lead to inbreeding and that was something humans wholly frowned upon, even though they were often thought to do that within the royal family. That was an issue and secret that not many would ever talk about. On the outside, however, things were a bit different. It wasn't too uncommon to see half human children running around. Albeit was mostly half human/elf or something more closely resembled of another human, but it was never that big of a deal.<br><br>It was when Sirah was done with her little rant that she realized it was just too comfortable for her. Sirah spoke to Khazara like she was just another friend or one of her men in the military. Her voice had a certain kindness, while still holding strength behind each word and syllable. She sighed loudly, knowing there was no way to reverse the past. It was done and in her mind, that was all that needed to be said. She was friendly for a moment and that should be enough, at least she hoped it would be. <br><br>Khazara continued to work at her muscles so more and this time, the Drow was even closer. Sirah parted her mouth, small moans left her lips and for a moment, she felt that urge to get closer. Something inside her wanted to beg for more, but it was the stubborn will that wouldn't let down that kept her in reality. That was until her body began to move back and eventually, she turned around to face the Drow/Orc, giving her a once over. Sirah's eyes were half cast and her look read lust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 00:02:15</strong>
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				The half-orc furrowed her brow.&nbsp; She hadn't heard anyone say something like that to her in a long time.&nbsp; The last time she'd heard those words, she was the one speaking them, herself.&nbsp; That was before she'd joined the army, one last sendoff to leave the clan elders with something to think about before she left to give honor to the clan by fighting.&nbsp; She'd heard others tell her that before, long ago, but those were humans from the lower clans and she didn't get to see them for much longer after that.&nbsp; Of course, that was a story for another day.&nbsp; For now, Khazara was more surprised to hear such words from Sirah, but perhaps it did make some sense if it was meant to be a critique of her foreign way of life.<br><br>Then, Sirah did something that surprised Khazara, before she got the chance to respond to what she'd said.&nbsp; The woman's moans of pleasure couldn't help but inspire thoughts of the erotic in the half-orc.&nbsp; She took a deep breath to still her thundering heart, something that ended up puffing out and accentuating her chest even more than normal.&nbsp; When Sirah turned around, though, that was what caught her off guard.<br><br>Khazara's hands stayed more or less on Sirah's shoulders.&nbsp; Soft palms against soft skin as Sirah turned to face her.&nbsp; Now, they were especially close and if Sirah wasn't trying to avoid her, her leg probably brushed Khazara's hard member on her way around.&nbsp; They were close enough that, until Khazara slowly let her breath out, their breasts were only a few inches apart.&nbsp; The sight, the closeness and that look that Sirah gave her made Khazara's loins quiver, her shaft twitching and moving, aching for... more, which Khazara tried to put out of her mind, until she really saw the extent of what was in Sirah's eyes.<br><br>For a few, long moments, the only sounds in the cavern was the trickling of the hot springs water around the two women and the soft crackling of the torch, the former's echoes off the rock walls drowning out the latter's.&nbsp; In the absence of their speech, the simple and soft sounds of their breath became much easier to hear.&nbsp; Khazara's escaping past parted lips, a bit of an underbite visible because of the sharper fangs poking up from her bottom teeth, resting against the otherwise plush flesh of her lips there.&nbsp; Crimson eyes met Sirah's darker ones and returned the favor, hungrily devouring the sight of the woman's form.&nbsp; The height difference was more notable here with Khazara looking a little down to Sirah.&nbsp; Behind Khazara, her hair splayed out along the surface of the water, the wetness only enhancing that subtle sparkling effect from before.<br><br><strong>"That is... very kind of you to say."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said breathily, <strong>"I think..."</strong>&nbsp; She said, as if beginning to say something else, <strong>"Thank you."</strong><br><br>The same lust in Sirah's eyes was reflected in Khazara's.&nbsp; The hands still on Sirah's shoulders moved again, massaging again at first before starting to move downwards.&nbsp; It was initially slow, but if Sirah gave no signs of resistance, the half-blood's hands continued their descent until they finally rested upon the human's breasts.&nbsp; Khazara's long fingers cupped Sirah's orbs, but then gently squeezed them, beginning another, more sensual massage here before, timidly at first, venturing further up over Sirah's dark nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 03:04:02</strong>
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				Sirah knew it was going in a direction that it shouldn't. Who was going to stop first? It would have to be a mutual thing, right? The woman could feel the same intensity that Sirah was giving Khazara, getting it right back. It made her a bit nervous, but she was enjoying the attention a little too much. The woman gasped when her breasts were fondled, her attention not leaving Khazara's eye for a moment. Their differences were intoxicating and mesmerizing. Sirah was almost willing to beg for more. The woman's own sable toned hands scaled over the white tattoos that covered her arms and chest. She pulled Khazara closer until they were chest to the chest. <strong>"Don't...get to comfortable..."</strong> her breathing started to quicken and it obvious that the closeness was only making things harder for her. That was until she started to feel a bit more aggressive herself. <br><br><em>'Gods, I'm going to regret this...'</em> Sirah thought in silence as she put a firm hand on the back of Khazara's neck, pulling the half-orc closer until their noses barely touched. She smiled, a subtle grin when she looked at the small tusks that hung on the outside of her her mouth, it was cute an not nearly as big as a normal Orc's. She kissed Khazara's lips softly, then pulled back, blushing. Was it appropriate to continue?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 03:35:56</strong>
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				Oh, this was certainly heading somewhere and Khazara herself was feeling conflicted about it as well.&nbsp; This time, it wasn't a contest between orc and drow souls, though.&nbsp; No, the orc in her wanted her to go for it, dive in and never look back (although that may have been inherited from her mother as well) and the drow side, while a little less aggressive, basked in debauchery and often times became the source of Khazara's naughtier thoughts.&nbsp; Khazara, as a combination of the two, wanted to just bend Sirah over the side of the hot spring basin and go until they were both even more exhausted than before.&nbsp; That was the most basic desire, of course, but as usual, there was more to it.<br><br>Sirah had been Khazara's enemy.&nbsp; They were fighting against each other before the collapse of the canyon walls.&nbsp; The collapse, too.&nbsp; This was a serious, survival situation.&nbsp; They didn't have time for this, did they?&nbsp; Well, they weren't starving, they weren't dying, but they were still trapped in unusual circumstances.&nbsp; Eventually, they'd need to find food, somewhere safe to rest and surely they couldn't just stay in this cavern, but with Sirah looking at Khazara the way she was, maybe she could stand to linger just a little longer here, in this moment.<br><br>Khazara didn't feel the same sense of duty or attachment to titles such as "ally" and "enemy" as Sirah did.&nbsp; She was invested in this, even though she knew it was inappropriate.&nbsp; When Sirah's hands began to trace Khazara's tattoos, she felt her skin tingle in response and her loins twitch as the woman gasped in response to the half-drow's touch.&nbsp; When Sirah pulled Khazara closer, she got a slight look of surprise from the crimson-eyed woman and her hands went from Sirah's chest down around her back.&nbsp; Her manhood instinctively pulled up against her stomach, a firm shaft also pressed between both women against Sirah's stomach.&nbsp; One hand wrapped around under Sirah's arm to linger in the back of the human's neck in the same way that Sirah touched Khazara, but the other fell to her lower back and as Sirah spoke, fell even further to cup her curvy, sumptuous rear.<br><br>Don't get too comfortable?&nbsp; Khazara smirked, a playful look working across her features as Sirah edged even closer.&nbsp; Khazara couldn't believe that this was happening.&nbsp; Was there something in the water to make them feel this way or was there something else at work here?&nbsp; Something about the other that pulled them inexorably together.&nbsp; Maybe a bit of both, now that Khazara was confronted with it.&nbsp; Then, came the kiss.<br><br>To be honest, it still sort of surprised Khazara.&nbsp; Sirah was strong, confident and a little confrontational, but every bit of that was something Khazara found attractive.&nbsp; The proximity before the kiss had made her eyes glaze over, she knew what was happening, but still maintained some amount of disbelief.&nbsp; When Sirah parted, her kiss left Khazara with a somewhat unsure look, her lips parted and breath heavy against Sirah's cheeks.&nbsp; For a moment, the sensation of touch was heightened against everything else.&nbsp; Khazara's nipples, hard from arousal, pressed against Sirah's breasts.&nbsp; Her hand on the human's rear, fingers twitching as if they couldn't decide if they wanted to squeeze or not and a lock of white hair drawn by the water to tickle against Sirah's side.<br><br><strong>"Too... late."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara breathed, her eyes narrowing, not in fear, anger or offense, but in newfound resolve.&nbsp; Each word said in exaggerated movements, the L from late showing itself as Khazara's tongue played against the top of her mouth and flicked her tusks as it transitioned into the A.<br><br>With that and her new look, Khazara's grip tightened.&nbsp; She pulled Sirah as close as they could be, her stiff shaft pressing harder against Sirah's stomach, letting the human feel the full length and girth.&nbsp; Meanwhile, their breasts squashed together and her hand gripped both the back of Sirah's neck and one full cheek of her rear.&nbsp; All of that was secondary to the second kiss, Khazara's return.&nbsp; This one was longer, more passionate and Sirah could feel Khazara's tongue asking entrance at her lips, poking between the tusks and inviting Sirah to dance as a moan, low like a purr, escaped Khazara's throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 05:14:42</strong>
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				Sirah couldn't tell if it was the water or her cunt getting wet. Even as a proclaimed lesbian, the shaft pressed against her toned stomach was making her walls clench in thirst. The spring remained the same temperature, but she couldn't help but that she was hotter than its water. The warrior woman kissed back in the same passion that Khazara had given her. The growl from the half-orc's lips made her shiver down her spine. The woman was so close to leaning back, opening her legs and wrapping around the other's waist. <em>'Oh...fuck...'</em> now was not the time for something like that, not with what just happened. But it felt so damn good to her to finally get the stress off in a different way. <br><br>It was known, by many women in Yemlin, that she was a great lover. Aggressive, stamina that could outlast any man, tricks that women didn't even think to utter to their husbands, and everything in between. Sirah was known to bring fantasies to life, to give amazing orgasms, and never once did she ask for an orgasm in return. To her, orgasms meant letting someone take care control and giving up something she was so prideful in. Sirah was the top, the dominant, and any other fancy word to describe someone like her. And she wasn't ashamed.<br><br>That was until she started kissing her country's enemy - but it felt so good. Then she parted ways again, leaning back with confusion and lust in her eyes. <strong>"uh..."</strong> words wouldn't form, couldn't come to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 05:51:46</strong>
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				Khazara felt much the same way as Sirah (obviously), both in the wants and desires of her body as well as the reticence to continue due to their situation.&nbsp; Of course, she was starting to see Sirah as less of an enemy, so that wasn't the highest on her list of concerns.&nbsp; She had spent time underground with her father in the drow city.&nbsp; There, while learning a little about drow culture, she found out much about the kinds of monsters that dwelt in the deep tunnels and caverns of the underworld.&nbsp; The drow themselves were safe due to numbers and the ranger corps that patrolled near the cities, but there were many monsters lurking in the darkness, equal in measure to the beauties such as the hot springs Khazara and Sirah had stumbled upon.&nbsp; So for her, it was all about survival.&nbsp; They didn't have time for sex, no matter how appealing it was (and with how close they were to one another and those kisses, it was a <em>very</em> appealing thought).<br><br>Back at home, Khazara had a different reputation.&nbsp; She had a masculine sense of aggression, being the one to make the first move, usually, but she only did it with women she admired.&nbsp; The half-drow had some fairly high standards.&nbsp; Of the small amount of lovers she'd had, Khazara had been with only one orc woman and a couple humans who didn't mind her mixed heritage as much.&nbsp; Despite her inexperience, though, certain anatomical advantages gave her the ability to do things that literally no other man could and for those women that didn't mind her unique anatomy and stuck around for other trysts hidden in the night, Khazara was found to be a very attentive, if dominate lover.<br><br>Back in the present, Khazara and Sirah had parted again.&nbsp; Khazara could see the look of desire in the human's dark pools and reflected those feelings in her own.&nbsp; What wasn't reflected, however, was the confusion she saw as well.&nbsp; Khazara was conflicted in regards to survival, but lust and desire overran the caution she'd have otherwise.&nbsp; She'd just never met a woman like Sirah and the truth was that the sooner they left this cavern, the sooner they'd be out of the caves and the sooner the two would part ways.&nbsp; A small, but growing, part of Khazara couldn't let that happen.<br><br><strong>"Sirah."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara purred again, <strong>"I do not want to be your enemy."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 06:01:28</strong>
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				It was becoming a trend with Khazara, Sirah could see this. Telling a woman who spent all her life being a warrior, a leader, and never taking a moment to take care of her needs as a human being or any living, breathing mammal. She wasn't ready to let Khazara take her and show her true freedom and bliss. Wasn't ready to get lost in lust, pleasure, and everything that people desired and kept them alive. Sirah hardly knew this woman and yet..she said it again. Khazara asked for Sirah not to be an enemy, how could she not? That was what they were, enemies. Enemies - yeah, she had to keep telling herself that before it got be too much. <strong>"We...we need keep moving before..."</strong> <br><br>The woman used her hands to push herself onto the floor behind her, before standing up drenched in water from the spring. She took a second to look at Khazara, this time her eyes weren't as intense as before. Sirah was showing vulnerability again. It seemed like something on the inside wanted Khazara to tell her to stay and get lost in the moment. Admitting that she wanted to let go of that role as a leader would be weak in her mind. <br><br>Sirah had spent so much time thinking about Khazara, that she didn't realize her armed and healed enough to where it was only a slight numbness of the injury remaining. Instead, Sirah got dressed once again, grabbing her weapons and heading back the direction in which they came. The mind was on getting on and not staying distracted.<br><br>That's what she hoped for, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 06:45:38</strong>
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				There was something that Sirah had yet to truly realize.&nbsp; That was that Khazara didn't see her as a leader, just another warrior.&nbsp; Sure, Khazara saw traits that would make a good leader, but she saw those in lots of people, especially her mother (who was definitely not a leader, having sired a daughter like Khazara).&nbsp; She badly wanted to tell Sirah to stay, to just let go and give in, but something caught in her throat.&nbsp; Survival.&nbsp; That was important.&nbsp; She felt a feeling welling up in her, something that made her warrior's heart sink with fear.&nbsp; She was starting to get a little attached to Sirah, someone who'd shown her something that few others had in her position and that was a return of her affection.&nbsp; She wanted to tell her, but actions spoke louder than words.&nbsp; She'd show her that she was not an enemy by getting them out of here.&nbsp; That was the key!<br><br>Or so Khazara thought.<br><br>It took her a little longer to get out of the water, her member exceptionally stiff and stubborn in it's return to flaccidness.&nbsp; Eventually, though, it softened enough for her to get out, letting herself air dry (and giving Sirah another look at her body if she felt so inclined) before slipping on her meager clothes and returning the katana's sheath where it belonged.&nbsp; She returned to Sirah's side, a quiet falling over them in the wake of what had gone on in the hot springs.&nbsp; There was just one thing to break it.<br><br><strong>"Your arm."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, <strong>"Is it feeling better?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 18:26:34</strong>
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				Sirah had no more excuses to be rude to Khazara. She couldn't remain standoffish or act like their intimate moment didn't feel nice. It was only a few hours since they discovered each other and already things were going in a completely different direction. Sirah shrugged at the question, keeping her face forward, holding her torch ahead of her. She felt for another breeze, this time it was a bit warmer and smelled a bit like grass and trees. <strong>"I suppose."</strong> the woman finally gave Khazara an answer. The two continued down a winding cave hall, twisting and turning. Here and there they would run into meager sized animals - mostly rats and a few bugs. Sirah didn't care too much for bugs - especially spiders, which seemed to be in abundance on the cave walls. The only thing that could make the journey worse would be to run into a giant spider, which lived in caves such as these. That was not on the agenda at all.<br><br><strong>"Can you tell if we're close to an exit?"</strong> Sirah asked, still facing ahead and not changing her pace for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 23:15:03</strong>
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				Khazara felt that breeze, the smell of overworld wildlife filling her lungs.&nbsp; It did seem like they were close to an entrance and that, the feeling that they would soon escape the threats of beasts and monsters in the dark, made her reflect on what had happened to her so far today.&nbsp; From the collapse of the canyon walls to helping Sirah through the dark to build a torch and eventually their foray into the hot springs, this day had been life changing.&nbsp; Even when they inevitably parted ways, a thought that pricked at Khazara's heart, she would go home with a newfound respect for the people of Yemlin.&nbsp; Of course, that would only set her further apart from her relatives in the clan, but Khazara had long ago come to terms with the fact that she'd never fit in, there.<br><br><strong>"I think we are getting close."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, just in time for the tunnel to open up in a larger cavern, an entrance visible in the distance and the light of the evening sun almost blinding through the opening.<br><br>Outside the cafe laid a vast jungle, ferns, bushes and all sorts of deciduous trees filling the landscape.&nbsp; It would probably be overwhelming to the women who had been fighting in a dried up canyon earlier in the day, but after acclimating to the new environment, an old dirt path could be made out heading into the jungle away from the cave.<br><br><strong>"Do you know where we are?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara asked as she laid her hands on her hips and tried to take it in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 04:18:37</strong>
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				It was a breath of fresh air, literally. Seeing the outside felt like a foreign thing almost. It felt like days had passed since the last time she saw a sunset. They made it just in time to see it go down and with just enough time for the sunlight to light the sky for a few more hours. Sirah shook her head no, the place was unrecognizable. <strong>"I have no idea where we are. It looks like nothing like the path to Yemlin."</strong> and if Khazara didn't recognize it on sight, it probably wasn't on the way to her home country as well. This concerned Sirah quite a bit. First she got caved in, then ran into an enemy, and now she was in foreign territory.<br><br>Her word as a King's Champion would mean nothing to whatever culture of people lived there. Sirah continued to walk until the path was shown to go deep into the thick brush of tall trees. Birds could be heard chirping from above and there were smells she was not used to. They were bad smells, more sweet and inviting. That could be a trap for prey like them or it could just be nature itself.<br><br><strong>"If you're not sure where this place is..."</strong> Sirah continued to walk the length of the path, looking around curiously until she could spot something that showed signs of life. Well, life other than creatures and bugs that normally roamed through a forest. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 04:29:36</strong>
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				Well, that pretty much cinched it.&nbsp; Sirah didn't know where they were and Khazara didn't know, either.&nbsp; Looking at the jungle, she actually preferred her chances in the cave behind them, but Sirah obviously didn't and after spotting the path, it was obvious that something traveled this area a bit.&nbsp; Whether that was a large animal or an intelligent race, though, would have to be seen, but the cave they were in showed no signs of being a den and Khazara couldn't think of anything else that'd bring an animal there.&nbsp; Maybe she was just trying to be optimistic about it, but with how things were going, how else should she be?&nbsp; Khazara followed behind Sirah, eyes gazing wistfully over her companion's form, aching reminiscently for the moment in the hot springs.<br><br>Khazara cleared her throat, <strong>"No, but this path does not look to be an animal's.&nbsp; Maybe if we keep going, we will run into someone else."</strong>&nbsp; She said.<br><br>The half-orc crossed her arms under her chest, brow furrowed as she looked around.&nbsp; She heard the birds and the sounds of nature, but then there was a distinct clink.&nbsp; It sounded like metal hitting metal far off.&nbsp; Not the sound of battle, however, but the more familiar sound of a smith working their craft.<br><br><strong>"Did you hear that?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara asked, pointed ears practically twitching towards the sound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 06:16:40</strong>
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				Sirah stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes to listen further into the distance. Yeah, definitely clanking. It was like a hammer was being thrashed upon some sort of metal over and over again. It was obvious now, to her, that there was another intelligent civilization near them. That could be mean good or bad - she couldn't be for certain. Thing was, if it was another culture entirely that she knew nothing about, it could bode trouble for them both - if they were a hostile species. If Sirah knew anything about foreigners, many didn't like humans - well, not the humans that came from Yemlin. Most considered them too stuck up, arrogant, or otherwise hard to negotiate with. <strong>"I do...I suppose the only way back is to see if they know a way around here. Couldn't hurt trying."</strong> Sirah said with a reassuring tone. The warrior sounded less stoic and more optimistic.<br><br>She continued to walk forward, winding down a path until they were met with a flourishing community unlike anything she had ever seen before in her life. <strong>"Well, this definitely answers our question...."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 06:30:54</strong>
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				Khazara nodded with a grunt of approval.&nbsp; Of course, she was thinking the same thing Sirah was, so as they moved along the path, Khazara kept a hand on the hilt of her blade.&nbsp; Best to be ready in case there was a confrontation coming.&nbsp; Of course, she wished she had her sickles, too, so that if there really was something, she'd be prepared for it.&nbsp; That was on the condition that they weren't ambushed, but at the very least, having her hand on her blade gave her some peace of mind.<br><br>When the women came across the village, it was more than a little obvious both how developed they were as well as how foreign they were.&nbsp; On the ground was a small structure, just a platform with a few steps up, and a cart of some sort about eight feet wide and twelve feet long that looked not unlike a wicker basket.&nbsp; The thing was strung from a viney cable that anchored in the ground and went up into the trees.&nbsp; Next to it was another cable, but the cart attached to it was up in the trees on the other side on a platform that also looked like wicker, but looked much thicker.<br><br>From the ground, it was hard to see what all was up in the trees, but the women could see the floor of a town going from tree to tree just below the canopy about sixty feet up in the air.&nbsp; Supports went from the sides of the buildings down down to anchor them in the trees and extra cables went to nearby trees for support.&nbsp; It looked completely impractical, but at the same time, incredibly defensible, provided no one set fire to the trees (and given the look of the jungle they were in, that seemed a herculean task regardless).<br><br>The sounds of civilization were even louder here.&nbsp; People talking, some shouting from up above and on top of that rhythmic clanging, the sounds of people moving about had an eerie quality as it traveled through the wood and vines down to the floor of the forest here.<br><br>A woman walked around the corner closer to the village from the path heading in.&nbsp; Her form was incredibly unique, nothing like anything Khazara had seen before.&nbsp; She wore a tube-top style bikini made of what looked like leaves and a short skirt around her hips.&nbsp; Her skin was vibrant shades of black, orange and blue and on her forehead were a most unique set of horns.&nbsp; She walked with a huge jug hoisted atop her head, straight raven hair cascading down her back just and stopping just above her rear.<br><br>She stopped dead looking in Khazara and Sirah's direction.&nbsp; In contrast to the green, the black-skinned and white haired half-orc stood out like a sore thumb and from that, Sirah wasn't hard to spot afterwards.<br><br><strong>"Oh!"</strong>&nbsp; The woman exclaimed, <strong>"Who are you?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Uh...&nbsp; Visitors!"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara blurted back, looking over to Sirah and shrugging as she stood up and made herself clear from behind the brush.<br><br><strong>"Oh, wonderful!"</strong>&nbsp; The woman said, <strong>"Please, come out from the jungle, my name's Taea, why don't you ride up with me?"</strong><br><br>Khazara looked to Sirah, a bit unsure herself, but pleased at the lack of an attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 20:06:02</strong>
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				Sirah found the placed to be more advanced than she anticipated. It wasn't as ornate as the high elves that lived in the forests as well. Their structures were elaborate and flamboyant, much like the people and culture. With this group, it was a little more downplayed, but they definitely knew how to work a few things. The race itself was interesting enough, beautiful colors and facial futures that she found most curious. Most of her looking around was just her figuring things out until they were approached by one of the natives. A woman, thats what it seemed. Though - Sirah was almost positive that many women that weren't human were probably packing a secret of some sort - much like Khazara. <br><br>The young girl - woman, was cute. Dressed a little scantily clad - something that human women don't usually dress like unless they were in the business of pleasure. Even Sirah's outfit was eyebrow raising in Yemlin, but she decided to wear the loins that way because it was easier for her to move around - even if she could get hurt quicker. Sirah stepped back out of surprise, not disgust, and gave the girl a smile. Better polite in an unknown territory - than to start an issue without knowing what the group is about.<br><br>They didn't seem hostile, sort of peaceful - which was both sickening and a relief. <strong>"Pfft...visitors."</strong> Sirah muttered under her breath when Khazara answered. They weren't visitors, they were lost warriors who almost fucked in the cave behind them. <strong>"I guess we really don't have any choice, do we?"</strong> Sirah said allowed, letting her ego showing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 02:16:43</strong>
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				Khazara looked a little guilty.&nbsp; Strong in both body and will she was, but clever and quick-witted she was not.&nbsp; Put in a position in life she couldn't think her way out of, she resorted to muscling her way through things, but with her mind set more squarely on Sirah and nudity being more common in Dranada (if mainly because it made one of the nation's pastimes of wrestling easier), the way the exotic woman looked didn't catch her quite as off guard as it did the human woman.&nbsp; From her perspective, this villager was the most exotic person she'd seen all day.&nbsp; Humans were common for her, whether dealing with the clans in Dranada or the armies of Yemlin, but whatever this woman was was entirely new to her.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry!"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said under her breath.<br><br>In truth, the Puazi weren't a complete unknown.&nbsp; In fact, it was quite possible that Sirah had come across mention of them in texts available in the Yemlin palace, provided the human's library contained information about exotic, but not necessarily distant races.&nbsp; After all, the Puazi were the most developed civilization in the Southern jungles, but then, both Dranada and Yemlin had been spending more time warring with one another than dealing with the nations outside their shared valley.<br><br>Khazara shrugged, feeling guilty now for not letting Sirah take the lead.&nbsp; She seemed tense because of what happened earlier, which just further confused the half-blood.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly at 100% either, what happened being very hard to ignore, but it more made her nervous because she'd really wanted it to go further than it did, but Sirah was the one to part from their embrace first and Khazara would be lying if she said that that hadn't hurt a little.&nbsp; She just didn't understand how someone could go from so intimate to so cold so quickly, but then she wasn't in a position to look at things objectively and she'd never been quite that insightful.<br><br>Taea led the women to the cable cart, stepping onto the platform and waiting until the other two were on before pulling a lever, making it move steadily upwards as a mechanism somewhere else released a heavy weight.&nbsp; At the same time, the other cart, empty, descended from the top, making sure there was always one ready for someone at either side.<br><br><strong>"Where are you two from?"</strong>&nbsp; Taea asked curiously, <strong>"It must be a wonderfully diverse place to have two such as yourself."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 18:50:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Sirah didn't want to get into formalities. She didn't feel like talking to a stranger. Whether or not they stumbled upon a place that neither of them knew about, that wasn't something she was all about. Making new friends, seeing new sights and pretending to enjoy it all? Nah, that wasn't Sirah's thing and never was. The woman was still frustrated from denying herself pleasure and now she was being put into an uncomfortable situation. Khazara didn't want to be the enemy, but she was fast becoming someone that Sirah wanted to smack. A big mouth wouldn't get them a long way. <strong>"You had better be sorry."</strong> Sirah whispered to Khazara.<br><br>The pair followed the ..whatever the hell she was onto the platform. Arms crossed tightly against her chest and a look of annoyance was displayed across her face. Fuck it all, she thought. Now the woman wanted to know where they're from? No, she wasn't going to start getting friendly now. Being polite was about as much as she was willing to give.<br><br><strong>"I can't speak for this woman next to me and I'm not really sure I'm too comfortable sharing my background with someone I just met. Let's just say, the two of us met in unfortunate circumstances."</strong> Sirah was being a bitch again and she didn't need to be. Polite, friendly, and helpful were all things she was very capable of. Things were just beginning to be too much.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 01:02:52</strong>
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				Khazara narrowed her eyes at Sirah.&nbsp; Okay, she'd apologized for the rather weak response earlier, but she wasn't quite sure why Sirah was acting the way she was.&nbsp; After all, they were out of the cave, having arrived at what seemed to be a fairly civilized village.&nbsp; They didn't have to worry about simple survival, it seemed, so what was wrong?&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; Was she still thinking about what happened in the hot springs?&nbsp; It's not like Khazara had forgotten, but was that what was bothering her so much?&nbsp; The half-blood wasn't sure, but what else could it be?&nbsp; The events of the day were trying, but this was the least trying part of it so far.&nbsp; From outright battle to a disaster and surviving in the dark depths, this was certainly not the deadliest place they'd been so far.&nbsp; They hadn't even tried to take the girls' weapons away.<br><br>The cart finally thunked to a stop against the large log that started the walkway representing the streets of the village.&nbsp; Here, many more puazi could be seen, both men and women (although they were all clothed, so if there were any in between, it was hard to tell).&nbsp; The buildings looked like huts due to what they were made of, vines, logs and leaves built around the thick-trunked trees supporting the whole village.&nbsp; It was quite the sight, although the perspective of the villagers was probably different.&nbsp; Many of them were glancing with some surprise towards the two foreign women.<br><br>Khazara ignored the comment Sirah made about where they came from and not being able to speak for her, but she had resolved to do something.<br><br><strong>"Here we are!"</strong>&nbsp; Taea said excitedly.<br><br><strong>"Taea, right?&nbsp; Um, I need to speak with my... traveling companion privately."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, looking over into Sirah's eyes.<br><br>Taea seemed a little surprised, but nodded, <strong>"Um, sure.&nbsp; The inn's just right over there,"</strong>&nbsp; She pointed at a building half a block away, if the odd arrangement of streets that followed the trees could comprise a block, <strong>"Why don't we get a room set up for you?"</strong><br><br><strong>"We'll meet you there."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, insistent.<br><br>Taea nodded and started walking away, leaving Khazara and Sirah alone for now as the people on the street went about their business giving the girls sidelong glances every so often.<br><br><strong>"What's the matter with you?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara asked, crossing her arms under her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 22:42:10</strong>
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				Sirah rolled her eyes. This Taea, as she called herself, was a bit too nosey for her liking. Khazara was now bugging her about the way she was treating the native. Sirah couldn't be bothered with that, but if they were going to get through the situation together, she needed to talk. Giving out information about herself wasn't something she enjoyed doing. Then, being questioned about how she was handling things only made the woman more agitated than before. A scrunched face met Khazara's crossed arms and annoyed look.<br><br><strong>"Nothing is the matter with me. I don't give out information about myself. I don't know a thing about these people."</strong> Sirah looked off to her left, not wanting to give Khazara eye contact. <strong>"Back off, will you? Lets just get this room and be on with it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 00:28:32</strong>
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				Khazara raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; Sirah hadn't been quite this mean and dismissive to someone who had literally been trying to kill her in battle.&nbsp; Something funny was definitely going on here, but Khazara couldn't quite put her finger on it.&nbsp; Of course, there was the hot springs and that had taken it's toll on Khazara, but in a different way.&nbsp; Truth was, she still just didn't know that much about Sirah, otherwise she'd probably have a better idea of what was wrong.&nbsp; For now, she decided to do as the human asked and back off.&nbsp; She wasn't making any progress with this, anyways.<br><br><strong>"Fine, let's go get our room."</strong>&nbsp; She said, turning and heading towards the building that Taea had pointed out before, but not letting Sirah take the lead this time.&nbsp; At most letting her walk along with the half-orc, but not ahead.<br><br><strong>"And don't think I didn't notice what you just did there."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, looking over at Sirah with that snarky smirk only someone with orc-like tusks could pull off, <strong>"You said 'room', as in just the one.&nbsp; Are you craving alone-time with me that badly?"</strong>&nbsp; She teased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 04:10:47</strong>
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				Sirah's eyes widened. This was the last thing she felt like dealing with. Khazara was making assumptions again, then took the lead. <strong>"I'm not going to argue with you here. We are foreigners and I'm not going to cause a scene."</strong> it was going to be left at that. It was going to be ignored until they made it to the Inn. Everything was going to be fine, she thought, until Khazara decided to bring up a very personal and intimate moment they shared. Well, not exactly in a way others could figure out, but she knew what she meant. <strong>"Fuck you, Khazara."</strong> she whispered angrily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 08:12:25</strong>
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				Khazara furrowed her brow.&nbsp; She may have been assuming things, but so was Sirah.&nbsp; After all, she assumed that Khazara was trying to start an argument.&nbsp; Khazara herself didn't know about the human's pet peeve, but it didn't seem like she was going to have to worry about it for very long.&nbsp; She supposed that after a night's rest here, they would go their separate ways again.&nbsp; It didn't seem like Sirah wanted to stick around with her anyways and while that was regrettable and Khazara would never forget that moment they shared in the hot springs, she figured she'd have to leave it behind.&nbsp; At least, that's how it seemed to her so far.&nbsp; For now, she simply shrugged, nothing more to say to the grumpy human as they made their way to the inn.<br><br>The puazi inn wasn't actually that different from any of the inns that existed in Yemlin or Dranada.&nbsp; There was a lounge area with tables and a bar with a staircase to either side of the latter that led up to a walkway on the second floor.&nbsp; The walkway had a railing that separated it from the first floor on the side closer to the bar, but no more than that as it acted as a sort of balcony that overlooked the lounge.&nbsp; On the opposite side was the wall set with doors leading to the rooms available at the inn.&nbsp; The set-up was pleasant to look at, but not a very efficient use of space.&nbsp; Then again, villages like this didn't get many travelers very often, so the space wasn't exactly needed.<br><br><strong>"I'm going to get something to eat."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, neither an invitation to join her nor a lack thereof, simply a stated fact as she parted from Sirah and approached the bar by herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 08:33:28</strong>
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				Sirah shrugged. Overreacting was a feat she was trying to get over for years. Her mother would tell her to calm down and even the King had a few words to say about her anger. Sirah couldn't help it, people irritated her. Talking to people when she was in a situation she couldn't get out of was the most ideal time to give out personal information. What made things worse was that no one ever spoke up to her immediately. It was always after the fact and that was why she never figured out a way to just let things be. It wasn't until Khazara crossed her arms in front of her earlier that she knew it wasn't necessary for her to act like a child. Was Sirah going to admit that? No, that would mean weakness to her.<br><br>When they reached the Inn, she was surprised to see that it was so normal like the ones she visited before. There were other Puazi people there, serving drinks, food, and mingling. Things were normal, like there was never a war between two nations. Khazara went to the bar and Sirah stood there in silence. If she sat next to the half-orc, everything would seem normal. But that would be too easy. That would mean that Sirah was apologizing without saying 'Hey, I'm sorry for being a cunt.' Instead, the sable skinned woman sat at a booth table, clasping her hands in front of her. She watched Khazara, trying to figure the woman out.<br><br>"Can I get you something?" Sirah was interrupted from her daze when she was met with another female Puazi. The woman was dressed in stereotypical tavern wench clothing. The only difference was her physical appearance and impressively cute smile. <strong>"Oh...uh...the strongest drink a human can handle. And any soup you have."</strong> Sirah was taken aback by the Puazi's appearance, having finally giving herself a chance to soak in what they had to offer. The Puazi women were, in fact, incredibly beautiful. The wench smiled, nodding her head before leaving.<br><br>Sirah was already missing the Puazi, it gave her something to distracted herself from Khazara.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 08:54:10</strong>
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				Khazara, meanwhile, stepped up to the bar and began having a somewhat bare-bones conversation with the barkeep, an older male puazi who looked as though he lived back behind that bar.&nbsp; She discovered a few things.&nbsp; First, she found out what the puazi were called, which was helpful, something that had been bothering her since they got here.&nbsp; Second, she found out that for travelers like them, there would be no charge, not for the first night.&nbsp; The puazi knew what kinds of dangers the jungle had and the innkeeper could see the toll their journeys had taken on them.&nbsp; That was good, but it was less good when she found out that the menu had a surprisingly small amount of meat on it.&nbsp; Living in trees, a mostly vegetarian diet was what they subsisted on with some meat from birds kept elsewhere in the village.&nbsp; Khazara ended up ordering a strong drink and a fruit salad.<br><br>She glanced back at Sirah and sighed.&nbsp; She just didn't know what to do.&nbsp; Should she apologize?&nbsp; What for?&nbsp; Insinuating that Sirah wanted sex?&nbsp; But didn't she?&nbsp; If she didn't, what was all that back in the hot springs about?&nbsp; The half-orc was just confused and she didn't really know Sirah, so she had no idea how to handle this situation.&nbsp; As a warrior woman, from an orc clan no less, she was also afraid of admitting weakness and as such, it seemed as though the women were at a stalemate for now.&nbsp; That, though, was also something the half-orc could not abide.<br><br>After asking the innkeeper about the rooms a little more, Khazara turned, leaving an empty mug and taking along a half a plate of fruit salad and walked back to where Sirah was.&nbsp; She looked nervous, a little awkward, but she didn't back down.&nbsp; Despite that, there was a certain strength of will shining in her eyes.<br><br><strong>"Alright, I have something to tell you."</strong>&nbsp; She said in that deep, feminine voice that could be either sultry or gruff depending on how she was feeling, <strong>"We can get separate rooms, easily.&nbsp; The first night is free and so is the meal.&nbsp; I decided that I would stay tomorrow and do perform some services for it, regardless, but um..."</strong>&nbsp; She scratched the back of her head, where she'd replaced the comb and her hair had been drawn back into it's somewhat tight bun, <strong>"After that, you can go your own way, we do not have to see each other again, that is up to you, but I am just going to ask this once."</strong>&nbsp; She said, looking deep into Sirah's eyes.<br><br><strong>"Don't.&nbsp; I want to ask you to stay with me tonight.&nbsp; Share my room.&nbsp; I do not know how you feel about what happened between us earlier, but I have... some strong feelings about it."</strong>&nbsp; She said, averting her gaze only for a moment, <strong>"What do you say?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 09:22:36</strong>
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				Sirah was busy eating her vegetable soup and drinking a strong alcoholic drink when Khazara appeared. At first she rolled her eyes, not wanting to interact - but she was still pleased deep down to have someone to talk to. They were the only two that knew about anything that happened before they arrived. Because of that, there was security in knowing that there was something between them that no one had any idea about. The Puazi seemed to be a calm and welcoming. That was a peace she didn't want to distrub. Sirah couldn't quite understand why everything had her on edge.<br><br>The quiet she had spoiled herself with was penetrated when she heard that overwhelmingly attractive accent. Sirah didn't like her her heart thumped faster and her gut lurched when Khazara spoke. It was different, exotic, and she felt something about it - but wasn't sure what to call it. Sirah let the half-orc speak as she finished her food and drink. She was both half listening and ignoring Khazara. It was rude, yes - but Sirah didn't want to get too close. That was, until Khazara suggested they share a room. And what for? <strong>"What...?"</strong><br><br>Khazara seemed quite insistent that they stay in the room together - but there was the promise they could part ways. That would be the smart thing to do, leaving the next morning and not looking back. Sirah shrugged, going back to her drink when Khazara brought up their shared experience in the hot spring. If it weren't for her dark skin, it would be obvious that she was turning red from embarrassment. Strong feelings about it? What could that possibly mean. <strong>"I'm not sure what you want me to say, Khazara."</strong> her eyes looked down, trying to keep herself from further showing that she was nervous and embarrassed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 09:32:58</strong>
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				Well, it wasn't the enthusiastic yes that Khazara was hoping for, but of course it wasn't going to be that easy.&nbsp; Sirah was an irredeemably difficult woman, but in a way, that's what Khazara liked about her.&nbsp; She was uncompromising and what orc culture Khazara had picked up told her that that was a good thing, that she would stand her ground.&nbsp; Of course, in orc culture, that's where strength came in to overpower those that stood their ground against you, but that was not this case and Khazara was still half something else.&nbsp; She didn't need to act like a full orc because she wasn't a full orc and neither was Sirah.<br><br><strong>"I want you to say yes."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, <strong>"But it is your decision, not mine."</strong><br><br>The half-blood sighed, a glimmer of defeat chasing after a glimmer of hope in her eyes, neither submitting to the other as they battled endlessly.&nbsp; She wanted Sirah and she wanted her bad, but there was only so much she could do.&nbsp; If there had been no war and they had simply met in a village somewhere, maybe they could've finished what they started in the hot springs, but things were more complicated than that and they couldn't just switch realities on a whim, no matter how hard Khazara wanted to.<br><br><strong>"I'm sure a woman of your honor will be able to decide what it best for herself.&nbsp; That is all I have done."</strong>&nbsp; She said, taking her plate of salad and turning to head to a nearby table to sit and finish it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 09:40:55</strong>
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				Sirah smirked. If Khazara had seen it, it would definitely be a surprise. A stubborn and headstrong warrior, Sirah was. That was what made her - well - Sirah. it was what got her so far. It was what rose her in the ranks above any man with years of training and education. For Khazara to give up, to not tell her what should happen was both satisfying and a bit boring. <strong>"You know..."</strong> Sirah started to speak, taking another gulp of the drink. Khazara had already gotten up to move, but she wasn't too far from the booth for Khazara not to here the woman. <strong>"Either you give up to easily or you have no backbone. That's not something I expect out of a warrior - especially one that survived what we just went through."</strong> Sirah spoke loud enough for Khazara to hear, but quietly so that guests couldn't hone in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 09:54:01</strong>
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				Oh, so Sirah was ready to start pushing buttons, eh?&nbsp; Khazara stopped in her tracks and looked back over her shoulder.&nbsp; On one hand, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.&nbsp; Was this the same woman who was begging her to back off earlier?&nbsp; The one that said, "Fuck you, Khazara"?&nbsp; If it was, it didn't seem like it and maybe that was a good thing.&nbsp; There was something here, a slight glimmer, that reminded Khazara not of the woman she stepped into the jungle with, but of the woman she stepped into the baths with and that was the one she was missing.&nbsp; Not the petulant version who challenged a woman in a foreign land curious about far away places, but the one that inspired fight in the half-orc.<br><br>Khazara turned around, stepped back to the table Sirah was sitting at and set her plate down to the side.&nbsp; She gave it a look of derision, not enough meat, before looking back to Sirah, two hands planted firmly on the table which caused Khazara to lean forward in a way that exposed the canyon of cleavage stuck in her top.<br><br><strong>"You want backbone?"</strong>&nbsp; She said in her gruff tone, <strong>"I will show you backbone.&nbsp; Come up to the room with me, now.&nbsp; That is not a request, that is a challenge.&nbsp; If you are too afraid to finish what you started in the caves, then that is your choice.&nbsp; I will see you up there, if you are half the warrior you seem to be."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara leveled at Sirah.<br><br>Now, she was finished.&nbsp; Khazara had said her final piece and with that, she turned, leaving her plate on the table and heading to the bar, picking up a key to her room and turning one last time to look Sirah in the eye, raising an eyebrow to her before heading upstairs, with or without the human.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 10:11:10</strong>
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				Fuck. Sirah had got herself into a plight that she may not ever see herself out of. The woman was challenged, but whose fault was that? Sirah had been so quick to open her mouth, to stomp on Khazara's own confidence and self pride. Now she had to battle with herself. If Sirah got up and did what Khazara demanded of her, that would mean she gave in. the human wasn't read to admit that she wanted so badly to be commanded, to finally give into her submissive side that would make it easier for her to accept feelings she tried to escape. Sirah wasn't ready to commit to that. For years she kept her head up, assumed the dominant role. Now the half-orc was challenging her. <br><br>A loud slam met the table as the drinking goblet hit the wooden booth tabletop. A few of the Puazi guests turned to look in her direction, to which she gave them a cold stare until they turned around. Sirah tightened her fists, contemplating on how she would handle the problem. Scooting out, teeth gritting and heart thumping so loudly against her chest - she was almost positive someone near her could hear.<br><br>One foot after the other, she followed Khazara - keeping a minimal distance. There wasn't a word that came out of her mouth, just a cold stare and nervous heart. Sirah continued to follow until they were finally in a room together - to which the woman did not know what to do next. Poke further and see how many buttons she could push? Or hold her ground until they both stopped harassing each other. <strong>"I'm only here because I don't like my confidence to be questioned"</strong> But wasn't that what Sirah just did to Khazara?<br><br>Sirah wasn't ready to admit she wanted to be taught a lesson. Wasn't ready to admit that she was in the wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 10:19:41</strong>
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				Khazara heard the mug slam down on the table.&nbsp; She didn't move, orcs weren't supposed to flinch and she was a warrior at that.&nbsp; There was some satisfaction in the reaction she was getting so far, so she didn't look back as she started up the stairs and she heard&nbsp; Sirah's steps falling in behind her.&nbsp; For once, the human was following, not demanding the lead and for once, Khazara had made the right decision.&nbsp; She was learning a little bit about Sirah as time went on and the more she learned, the better she'd understand how they, two enemies fighting in a war against each other, had ended up here, sharing a room in a foreign land far from the war they committed themselves to.<br><br>The room they rented was actually pretty nice.&nbsp; A queen-sized bed with sheets that looked to be woven of plant fiber, but shone in such a way that it looked unbelievably soft.&nbsp; It didn't seem like many people used this room, it was pristine.&nbsp; An attached bathroom with a basin to bath in and a shower overhead.&nbsp; A closet in one wall and a dresser against another with a window, whose shades were currently drawn, overlooking a beautiful waterfall which the village was built around.<br><br>Khazara turned back to Sirah with the door shut.&nbsp; She heard what the human had to say, reaching up behind her and removing the comb from her hair again, that ankle-length, shimmering hair cascading down past her shoulders again.&nbsp; Carefully, she set the comb on the table next to the bed and stepped up closer to Sirah.<br><br><strong>"Good."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, stepping even closer until there was little to no room between them, a hand resting on Sirah's hip, <strong>"Me either."</strong><br><br>With that, Khazara leaned down and planted her lips against Sirah's own, full and plush pillows descending upon the human's own as the half-orc drew the woman into an intimate embrace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 10:32:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">The sudden kiss caused Sirah to frantically try to move away, but Khazara's lips were so soft. Sirah muffled into the orc's lips, her cheeks blushing a dark red color that looked sort of purple tinted on her skin. Her chest started to heave heavily. Up, down, up, down, and if felt like it would never calm down. Yeah - Sirah was getting herself int something she would't be able to talk her way out of it. Goosebumps sprouted on her arms, legs, and everywhere else that was exposed. The thin fabric felt like nothing as her nipples hardened against Khazara. Sirah's stomach felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering around trying to break their way out. <br><br>It was when she started to kiss back, started to touch Khazara's bare skin and fumbling with her hair that she realized what was going on. Placing both hands on Khazara's chest, she pushed firmly until the two broke apart. <strong>"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"</strong> her face was clearly showing how aroused and embarrassed she was. They only knew each other a total of nine hours at maximum. Sirah wasn't ready to feel vulnerable with her. Shit - with her? Now Sirah's mind was contemplating on its own about Khazara. Whether that half-orc was lover material.<br><br>The King would half Khazara's head and she would lose her rank faster than she could explain how they ended up together. It was too soon to think about that. It was too soon to think about being vulnerable to anyone - much less Khazara. <strong>"I do...I do not want a repeat of the incident from earlier. Don't...don't...fucking touch me."</strong> Sirah was fucking lying to herself. She always did this. Her own heart was trying to push her into a direction that would distract her from her duties as the King's Champion. For one night, Sirah could be vulnerable and free. To not think about the state of Yemlin or the war. To try something different.<br><br>Hell, she could even forget about the war and her home all together. Start over from scratch, build a life somewhere new. <strong>"Goddess...why..."</strong> this time her voice was just a whisper. Backing herself into the closed wooden door - cornering herself.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 10:45:21</strong>
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				The half-orcess didn't back down this time.&nbsp; She knew Sirah was fighting herself now, she knew that Sirah did, on some level, want this.&nbsp; Their almost-tryst in the hot springs laid the foundation for that and her following her to the room confirmed it.&nbsp; with how Sirah was acting towards the puazi, Khazara knew that it wasn't for their benefit and she doubted any of them actually heard her challenge to the Sirah in the first place.&nbsp; No, this was between the two of them.&nbsp; Khazara had challenged Sirah to follow her here to finish what they'd started.&nbsp; Stopping now would be as good as staying down in the lounge and they both knew it.<br><br>Khazara narrowed her eyes as Sirah backed up to the door, standing tall and looking down with eyes that were carried not judgement, but the weight of truth.<br><br><strong>"No?&nbsp; You don't want a repeat of that?&nbsp; Then what are you doing here?&nbsp; Did you misunderstand me earlier?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara reached forward and laid her palm flat against the wood of the door next to Sirah's head, looming over the human in the way only an orc could, her muscles rippling over her toned form, <strong>"I told you not to come up here unless you were ready to finish what we started earlier."</strong><br><br>Khazara grit her teeth, showing her tusks and then growled.&nbsp; It was deep, guttural and practically bestial, something truly only an orc could do.&nbsp; They used it in battle as well as many, if not most social situations.&nbsp; In conversation, it showed a challenge, a willingness to come to fight tooth and nail and in battle, it was meant to intimidate and show the enemy true orchood.&nbsp; In the bedroom, however, it showed willingness and enthusiasm, a challenge.<br><br>Khazara closed more of the distance, <strong>"Are you afraid?"</strong>&nbsp; She said in a deep, rumbling, but still somehow feminine voice.&nbsp; Despite the supposed promise of Sirah being able to leave if she wasn't ready to make good on her promise, Khazara was holding her weight against the door, cutting off the human's escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 10:53:04</strong>
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				<em>'Why am I here? Why did I follow? Why can't I just let go off my fucking pride?'</em> Sirah thought to herself, clearly in distraught. Her heart wanted it, her body wanted it. The Orc's voice was causing tension, but it wasn't the sort she expected. The woman wasn't even wearing underwear, that was long gone. It was one of the many things she lost in the cave - well, more like she took them off to get into the hot spring. Sirah could feel her cunt swelling with blood from arousal. She was getting wetter as Khazara pressed closer to her - making her tremble - if only for a moment.<br><br>Now it was a moment of truth. <em>'Are you afraid?'</em> Khazara asked her. The silver haired woman asked, voice deep and sultry. Well, that was another thing she wasn't going to admit - but in truth - she was afraid of many, many things. <strong>"I've already told you I don't like having my confidence questioned. It's the only...fuck.."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 11:05:41</strong>
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				Khazara smirked and gave a snort of derision, <strong>"Is that the only reason you came up here?&nbsp; To maintain your confidence?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara asked, scoffing as her deep, crimson pools staring down into Sirah's dark orbs as if gazing into the human's soul itself.&nbsp; Was it all just some sort of show?&nbsp; Khazara doubted that, the jungle wasn't so cold that her nipples were poking through her shirt from that.&nbsp; Sirah would've been wrong to assume that Khazara had missed that, it was taking all her will not to just look down and ravage the ebony human's body with her gaze, but maintaining this contest of wills was crucial.&nbsp; She could not lose this to Sirah, not after what had happened.<br><br>Khazara shook her head slowly, locks of opalescent hair rippling all the way down to the bottom.&nbsp; She leaned in, her free hand, the one not on the door, coming up to grasp, not cup, Sirah's chin.&nbsp; Khazara leaned in, her cheek passing by Sirah's, soft skin sliding along soft skin as her tusks teased Sirah's ear.<br><br><strong>"I do not believe you."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said before moving her hand away from the door and pressing her body against Sirah's, leaning down to nibble roughly on her neck as the half-blood's hand settled on Sirah's hip.<br><br>When Khazara came away from Sirah's neck, their bodies were so close, their trim waists touched and their breasts squashed together in a way that threatened to snap the buttons off of Khazara's collar.&nbsp; Their faces were inches apart and those crimson pools bored into Sirah's again, the door creaking just a little against their combined weight leaning against it.<br><br><strong>"I am getting tired of waiting, Sirah."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, brow furrowed, breath hot and, perhaps most importantly of all, alien cock hard and pressing against Sirah's hip through Khazara's shorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 08:08:21</strong>
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				There was no where else to look. It was either facing Khazara eye to eye or staring at the orc's beautiful bust. The level of heat from being pressed against her, the door, and the urge to start fucking made her feel a bit suffocated. Sirah was in a bit of predicament. The sex could be great, she could finally get over the shyness that was almost crippling or she could run away and pretend that Khazara wasn't good at making her feel vulnerable. No one made her feel like that, not even her own King.<br><br><strong>"Of course you don't fucking believe me."</strong> her voice was lower than usual, breaking each time she wanted to sound a bit more intimdating. But that wouldn't work, not on Khazara anymore. The warrior before her was in a different state of mind. It was to the point that she figured it would be so much easier to get what she wanted if Sirah couldn't ignore what was in front of her. Khazara did well, too. <br><br>Khazara was tired of waiting, she told Sirah. She was tired too. But Sirah wasn't ready to admit that she wanted it just as badly. Even has Khazara's erect cock pressed against her, making her even wetter now. <strong>"If you...just...fucking do it - you're not going to let me go."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 08:26:15</strong>
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				Sirah had entered into a sort of contest that Khazara was very good at.&nbsp; Orcs did this sort of thing all the time, from casual conversation to intimate encounters and they did it the way she was doing it right now.&nbsp; Of course, Sirah had provoked her to this point, calling her courage into question and it had had a certain effect.&nbsp; If Sirah didn't want something like this to happen again, she'd now know not to challenge the half-orc the same way.&nbsp; On the other hand, she also knew how to get Khazara to this point, as restrained as the warrior's discipline allowed her to be.&nbsp; Either way, Khazara had showed her true colors, which was more than could be said of Sirah, still hiding her desires.<br><br>Khazara shook her head slowly, keeping her crimson's trained on Sirah's dark orbs, <strong>"You followed me.&nbsp; We both know why."</strong>&nbsp; She said.<br><br>For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Khazara's eyes flicked downwards, locking onto Sirah's lips for a moment.&nbsp; Her own plush pillows were parted and her breath, heavy from arousal, fell on the human like a rolling fog.&nbsp; She inched closer and closer, the distance between their lips so minute that it didn't even bear measuring.&nbsp; Khazara's eyes, now so close, flicked back and forth between Sirah's own orbs, focusing on one at a time.<br><br><strong>"Are you a coward?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, leaning in and kissing Sirah, short but passionate, <strong>"Kiss me, brave warrior."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 08:42:24</strong>
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				<strong>"Am I a coward? You wanted me to come up here. I came because my pride was on the line. I came because I am a warrior who refuses to let anyone break me down. I am not a coward, you are - Khazara. You and your prideful ways, assuming everything about me. You...you...the way you look at me...Khazara..."</strong> Sirah didn't quite know what the hell she was trying to say. Khazara kept staring at her. The woman knew well enough that Orc's didn't dabble with magic - unless they did. But those red eyes had in her in a trance. Her body was aching. Give in, it would tell her. Let go, her heart would lurch forward, hand twitching to touch the skin that was pressed against her.<br><br>Sirah stared back at Khazara, this time not letting her own embarrassment shy her away. <strong>"You want so badly for me to say yes. To give in. Khazara, the only satisfaction I will give you is to let you know that I want to give in - but I refuse. I do not know you. I do not trust you. I won't let it be this way."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 08:57:31</strong>
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				Khazara's eyes narrowed the slightest bit as Sirah fired back.&nbsp; For someone in her position, she had quite a bit to say and she spoke as if assumptions were responsible for the death of her family.&nbsp; Perhaps they were, but Khazara wouldn't know that.&nbsp; Sirah would probably never tell her that much, at least at this rate and a part of Khazara felt bad about that, but another part of her, one that helped drive her actions right now, didn't quite care.&nbsp; The half-blood was enraptured in the moment without a care for the future.&nbsp; Maybe they'd do this and Sirah would still leave before Khazara tomorrow morning or maybe she'd stay.&nbsp; Khazara had no earthly idea, but she knew what she was about to do.<br><br><strong>"Fine."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, <strong>"Then do not give in."</strong><br><br>She wrapped an arm around Sirah's waist and easily lifted the human.&nbsp; She had no magic, that much was true, but she was still an orc, if only half, and that heritage gave her great strength of body and will.&nbsp; Turning away from the door, she carried Sirah with no care for the human's resistance and released her to tumble onto the bed.&nbsp; Her face was stoic and unchanging as she reached to her hip and unfastened the hook on her belt, letting her sword go as she laid it against the wall.&nbsp; That bulge that Sirah felt so easily was now obvious, the shape of it unmistakable.&nbsp; Khazara approached the bed, undoing the buttons on her top until it simply fell, releasing her weighty breasts once more.<br><br><strong>"But know that neither will I give in to you.&nbsp; I only give in to me."</strong>&nbsp; She said, hooking a thumb into the crotch of her shorts, tugging them down as that strange cock slithered out of it's bindings and out into the open, purple and reminiscent of both human cock and tentacle.<br><br>Khazara descended onto the bed, boots clacking onto the floor behind her as she pinned Sirah down, one hand on the woman's shoulder, the other on her hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 09:19:08</strong>
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				Sirah couldn't react fast enough. In one heave, the shorter woman was pulled from the ground and into Khazara's arms. They both stared at each other, neither one willing to talk. There was a difference between the two of them. Sirah was clearly both aroused and nervous and Khazara was serious. Before the woman could wiggle her toned body from the orc's grasp, she was thrown onto the bed. The human watched as Khazara undressed, the expression of the black skinned woman never changing for a moment. With the light of the room, she was able to very clearly see the white tattoos and now the penis that was odd in shape and color. <br><br>Heart rate went up and her gut started to have that funny fluttering feeling again. It would be only one sweep of her dress and she would be displayed naked on the bed for Khazara to do whatever she pleased. Sirah was both anxious and excited. Penetration? She was willing to let it happen - even she didn't find herself attracted to the male form. Something about the female form, equipped with a penis made her more aroused than she could ever possibly imagine. <strong>"Kha...Khazara...you're not really going to..."</strong> she laughed nervously. Tossing her weapon to the side to avoid cutting herself or the woman above her.<br><br>Khazara's expression was still unchanging and Sirah's body became a little damp from heat that took over her body. Her chest moved up and down, faster the longer she looked into those red eyes. She bit her lip, scanning the body that looked so beautifully intimidating. When that hand grasped her hip, she arched her back involuntarily. Sirah was giving away every sign of how badly she wanted it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 09:35:58</strong>
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				Khazara's body was different from most women, save for orcs.&nbsp; Where it counted, she was significantly different from any male as well.&nbsp; Her long ears were a little thicker than most orcs or elves and they were pierced several times, none at the lob.&nbsp; Her shoulders were wide and supported arms bulging with muscle and marked with tattoos showing her orcish heritage.&nbsp; Her collar bore a web tattoo that went down between her breasts which, while large, spread to either side.&nbsp; Khazara's stomach had washboard abs and more orcish markings with a horned skull at the top and a pattern that wove down to the skull and crossbones where her hairless body came to it's lower stomach.&nbsp; Long, muscular legs continued down with more orcish patterns and ended in feet appropriate for her size, but just as soft as her hands, with all her nails a natural white reminiscent of her tattoos.<br><br>Most notable at the moment was her tentacular cock which started at the top of her womanhood, her entrance hiding beneath the base of the thick rod.&nbsp; It's girth was widest at the base and narrowed a little as it went, flaring slightly towards the tip with the underside bearing bumps in the shape of circles, like suckers, but not as pronounced.&nbsp; The flesh itself was purple, unlike any other part of her body, a deep, dark color that barely fit in with her darkness of her skin and more closely matched the near-black of her nipples than the ashen grey of her body.<br><br>Most of all, perhaps, Khazara looked determined.&nbsp; She carried it in her expression and she carried it in her posture.&nbsp; She moved her hand down from Sirah's shoulder along her side, to her hips and meeting the other at the hem of her dress.&nbsp; Just like Sirah knew and Khazara suspected, the half-orc tugged with significant strength, taking advantage of that arched back to whip the dress up and off of Sirah entirely, leaving the ebony human nude.<br><br>Hands appeared at Sirah's shoulders as she was once again pinned down, the heat from both their bodies building between them.&nbsp; Khazara moved between Sirah's hopefully parted legs (or Khazara would part them for her) and the tops of her thighs rested under the bottoms of the human's.&nbsp; The tip of her respectable length rested over Sirah's womanhood and Khazara slowly moved her hips forward, the bottom, bumpy side of her rod sliding along the upper part of Sirah's folds.&nbsp; Leaning down, Khazara kissed Sirah, possessively and passionately, a hand disappearing into the human's long locks as Khazara's tongue begged entrance.<br><br>Then, the obvious and bizarre occurred.&nbsp; Khazara moved her hips back until the tip of her cock just rested against Sirah's clit.&nbsp; With her unique anatomy, she didn't require any guidance as the rod itself moved by Khazara's command, rubbing that tip along Sirah's folds until it aligned with her entrance.&nbsp; The very end parted the very beginning of Sirah's hole.<br><br>The half-orc parted from the kiss, breath hot and heavy as her crimson eyes stared down into Sirah's chocolate orbs.&nbsp; <strong>"I am."</strong>&nbsp; She said, sliding her hips forward and spreading Sirah's walls around her unique member, the hardness of it comparable to stone, but somehow writhing as it slid inside, coiling itself into something of a slight S shape within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 20:32:42</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Sirah wasn't expecting that. Its feelers, suckers - whatever they were called. She wasn't expecting it to fondle her clit in such a sweet way. The only reaction she could muster was to place the back of her hand over her mouth - eyes staring straight into Khazara's. There was a look of worry, ecstasy, and embarrassment. Sirah had to fight the urge to gasp sweetly. It was easier in the cave. In the cave, they could barely see each other. Now? Well, Sirah was vulnerable. Khazara could see everything on her. From her erect nipples, toned body, and shaved pubic area. Khazara could see the scars from her previous battles, one that went clear across her stomach like a lightening bolt. Sirah was cursing herself internally, only for her face to show that she wanted more.<br><br>And more was given.<br><br>As soon as it began, the moment Khazara spoke - the tentacle like penis was shoved inside her. It was a shock, at first and didn't hurt. Sirah's cunt was already well lubricated and willing, that it didn't fight back. That urge to moan that she fought back? Well, it was history now. The ebony skinned woman bit her middle knuckle before using both hands to grab Khazara's forearms. She gasped loudly, back arching up so that her breasts were fully exposed to the orc.<br><br><strong>"Ahh ah...mmm."</strong> it felt incredible. She could feel her tight walls clinging to the cock, massaging it - making her blush harder. It was a feeling she never thought was possible. Sirah was becoming broken and that was a fear she wasn't trying to let show.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 21:42:59</strong>
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				Khazara had learned to be an attentive lover.&nbsp; It was something that she'd started to do as a coping mechanism for her heritage, as if to compensate her partner for having sex with someone like her.&nbsp; She payed attention and it was especially useful for her to do so due to the way in which she could control her member, moving it and bending it to attack very specific parts of a woman's canal, targeting her most sensitive spots especially.&nbsp; Not that that seemed terribly necessary with Sirah.&nbsp; Neither of them had had sex in a while, and definitely not sex like this, so emotionally charged, so it was a little harder to tell just where those special spots were since they were both so sensitive.<br><br>The half-orc hid it a little better, if only through practice as a result of orcish culture.&nbsp; Her cock maintained it's S shape, wiggling to alter and reverse the direction as Khazara slowly, almost painfully so, began to move her hips back and forth.&nbsp; She could feel every inch of Sirah's soft, spongy walls clinging to her cock as she slid along and the pace forced even more intimacy onto the tryst.&nbsp; If it had been quick and rough, maybe they could've written it off as a sort of one-nighter, passions rising high and a quickie as a result, but this was anything but.<br><br>When Sirah arched her back up, Khazara immediately took advantage of it.&nbsp; She was taller than Sirah, somewhat, but she still leaned down, far enough to capture one of those orbs into her mouth, bringing the nipple between her plush, pillowy lips.&nbsp; The sensation was probably different than what Sirah had experienced before, if only subtly so.&nbsp; Khazara's tusks poked and prodded and made it a little hard for her to actually suckle, but she made up for it by bringing her teeth gently around the hardened tip, just enough to latch on and lash at the very end with her tongue.&nbsp; The sensation was similar to that of a very weak, soft nipple clamp, not enough to cause pain, but certainly enough for Sirah to feel the pressure.&nbsp; Most of all, perhaps, to remind Sirah of what this was doing to Khazara, was how the half-blood's moans resonated through her sensitive flesh, deep, but no longer gruff.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 06:49:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was getting harder by the second to not gasp out loud. To not respond and let Khazara know how good it felt. Sirah was so stubborn, that she wasn't even willing to let herself enjoy that very moment. It didn't have to last forever, but she wanted it to. The pace at which Khazara was going drove her body insane. She could felt everything and the cock was moving as if it had a mind of its own - she didn't know that Khazara was the one controlling it. She bit her lip even harder, trying her best not to let a peep through. Then Khazara's cock touched the right spot.<br><br><strong>"Fuck....oh...fu-fu-fuck.."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 07:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Khazara was enjoying herself, moaning against Sirah's breast captured in her mouth.&nbsp; The sensations rocketing up her spine through her rod sent shivers back down and overwhelmed her senses, keeping her from thinking about anything except Sirah and how the human was reacting to her treatment.&nbsp; She finally let the nipple go to lift her head, close her eyes and let out a moan, long and deep as her stoic composure broke.&nbsp; She couldn't keep it up through sex with Sirah, it all felt so good and even she didn't have the ability to stay stone-faced in response to how tightly her walls clung to the half-blood's shaft.&nbsp; Her breath shuddered as Sirah's mask cracked and she cried out in pleasure.&nbsp; Khazara memorized that spot and now, lifting away from the human, she was ready to do something about it.<br><br>Panting, Khazara moved her hands down to Sirah's hips, clamping her strong, slender fingers down and holding her still.&nbsp; She knew the spot, now was the time to attack it.&nbsp; Using the incredibly control and flexibility in her cock, Khazara kept the pressure up on that spot as she abruptly sped her pace up, pounding Sirah hard in her weak spot with the hopes that it might break her composure enough to give the half-orc another kiss like the one in the hot springs.<br><br><strong>"Yes!"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara exclaimed between pants, breasts jiggling as her hips pistoned back and forth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 04:17:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sirah huffed harder and quicker, unable to handle the sensation of the constant pounding and whatever the hell her cock was doing. It was incredible, that all these feelings could happen at once. If wasn't apparent already, Sirah had finally let herself go. The once proud and stubborn warrior was a wet mess, getting wetter by the second - feeling her orgasm nearing. The woman reached down with her right hand, placing two fingers on her budding clit. The fingers began to work in a circular motion, only making her orgasm come closer - but she didn't want it to do. She could feel her walls clenching tightly, making her feel every ridge and bump Khazara had on her cock.<br><br><strong>"Oh fuck....Kahzara...I...I can't....fuck."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 05:30:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Khazara's moans came in hot pants as she grasped Sirah's hips, thrusting into her body with incredible force.&nbsp; Her pants mixed with Sirah's own huffing and moans along with the slick, wet sound of Khazara's member sliding in and out of her wet hole.&nbsp; All this mixed with the sound of the half-blood's hips meeting the human's own to make an unmistakable cacophony of sex filling the room to bursting.&nbsp; It was erotic beyond the simple physical sensations as their smooth skin, marred only by scars and tattoos, rubbed sensuously together.<br><br><strong>"Cannot what?"</strong>&nbsp; Khazara said, falling forward until she was once again laying over Sirah, breasts pressing against one another, hard nipples poking supple flesh and their faces just inches from the other.&nbsp; Her pace slowed down almost immeasurably as she went from pistoning back and forth to moving her back like a wave, bringing her hips back and forth as if it were a belly dance of some sort.<br><br>Khazara was not long from her own climax, but was repressing the urge to let it come.&nbsp; It would be satisfying beyond words for her if she was able to get Sirah to cum as well, after all her huffing and resistance.&nbsp; She wouldn't let the human forget it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 02:06:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sirah blushed hard, it was even easier to see now. The woman didn't know what to do. Her body was reacting in a way she didn't think was possible. When Khazara slowed down, Sirah knew it was on purpose. But she couldn't get upset. Every slow motion made her shiver - made her tingle. Khazara was feeling it come closer. The woman quickly grabbed Khazara's back, digging her nails into the sable flesh at every moment the half-blood's cock hit the spot. <strong>"Khazara...please...faster...I can't ....take it any longer."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 02:21:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was at this point that Khazara finally saw that woman from the hot springs again.&nbsp; Not the one who'd left her in the water, but the one who'd joined her, kissed her back and moaned hotly into her ear as their hands wandered each other's bodies.&nbsp; The woman who, despite whatever held her back, was finally admitting to the pleasure and seeing that woman again got a very particular reaction back from Khazara.&nbsp; She grinned, a cocky, joyous sort of orcish grin, her tusks making even more of an appearance than they had when she'd growled at Sirah.&nbsp; Yes, this was the woman she wanted to see again, this sexy, confident, warrior woman who wanted Khazara as bad as Khazara wanted her.&nbsp; That made all this worth it for her.<br><br><strong>"I can do f-faster."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered before sitting back up again.<br><br>She took her position with her hands grasping Sirah's hips, but with bulging biceps, she lifted the ebony-skinned human's rear off the bed, giving her the best possible angle as she started thrusting like a piston again, but this time at full speed.&nbsp; The slapping sounds in the room echoed out even louder than before and the puazi in the inn were sure to hear them, but Khazara gave the world beyond the room no care at all.&nbsp; Her passion rose and Sirah wanted speed, so speed was what she gave the woman as she attacked that sensitive spot within the human as fast and hard as she could muster, panting and groaning, moaning and gasping in sheer ecstasy as her own orgasm fast approached.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 07:32:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sirah let out a scream that filled the room. It was now very possible that the entire tavern could hear. She wasn't concerned about too much now. The pure bliss that she was feeling from getting thrusted upon caused a feeling that she wasn't able to put a name to. Her orgasm was a success, even if she tired to keep that pleasure away from her. Sirah was so out of it, that she was feeling even more vulnerable than before. The woman grabbed Khazara down, giving the half-blood a passionate kiss. She wanted to continue, wanting Khazara to come to climax as well.<br><br>But she knew, deep down, that it wasn't going to stay this peaceful. Sirah was almost sure she would go back to her old self.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 08:34:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In all honesty, Khazara wasn't expecting nearly the sort of crescendo that Sirah gave her and hearing the woman cry out like that gave her a mix of shame and pride.&nbsp; The former for how certain it was that the villagers heard the human and the latter because what she'd done had caused it.&nbsp; She was intensely attracted to Sirah and aroused by the woman's more intimate wiles, hidden behind that iron curtain of machismo that she exuded normally.&nbsp; Khazara didn't quite mind, though, because however it happened, they still got to where they were and she could feel scratches on her back tingling in erotic pain as she was dragged back down into a kiss.<br><br>Khazara herself returned that kiss passionately, demanding entrance into Sirah's mouth and sliding the muscle up along the other woman's tongue, exploring her mouth like this were the first time, although they knew that it wasn't.&nbsp; New moans were hummed against each other's lips and Khazara herself was growing as she began thrusting more haphazardly, not so much targeting Sirah's sweet spots as much as she was moving for the sake of herself and soon, it paid off.<br><br>After kissing Sirah back for a full minute or two, Khazara felt her own orgasm dawning, but she didn't want to cum inside Sirah.&nbsp; She didn't want to be responsible for the creation of another abomination like herself, knowing the kind of life they'd have, if they were allowed to live at all.&nbsp; Khazara knew that the angrier version of Sirah would kick her for it, but she wasn't cumming inside Sirah and taking the chance, not unless Sirah knew something she didn't.&nbsp; Khazara pulled away from the kiss, panting and moaning as she pulled out, hovering her long, thick, purple cock over the other woman's stomach and stroking the smooth, sheening flesh with her hand furiously, groans growing ragged as the thing throbbed, ready to unleash it's load out onto the skin of the human warrior.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 23:04:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sirah blushed, unsure of what to do. Her body was still weak from the orgasm, her body covered in sweat and other sex liquid and smells. When Khazara was kneeled high above her, she was unsure of how to react. But the throbbing, slippery cock was somehow calling up to her. With a push of the strength she had left - Sirah got to her knees, swallowing the length into her mouth. She wasn't used to this, being a lesbian and all - but she enjoyed it. It tasted good and the suckers felt nice in her mouth. She started to bob her head, gagging every once in a while - taking the entire length into her throat. Slurping noises filled the room and her bed room eyes looked up at the half-blood in lust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Honor of Clans (Op3999 x la dame en noir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 01:04:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suffice to say, Khazara was surprised when Sirah descended on her member.&nbsp; She didn't know the woman's preferences solely for women otherwise she would've been even more surprised knowing that she decided to go for it regardless.&nbsp; Khazara herself felt that familiar heat and pressure building in her lower stomach, surrounding her loins in unreversable climax.&nbsp; Tipped over the edge, the half-orc fell into it, the muscles in her loins clenching as she shot rope after rope of hot, sticky and thick cum down the human's throat.&nbsp; She gasped, holding her hands away with mouth agape at how much Sirah had given herself over to the pleasure and intimacy, doing this, which surely didn't give her any pleasure, despite how much she'd resisted before.<br><br>And gods damn, those eyes.&nbsp; Khazara recognized that look as the same one she'd been given back in the springs, but to see it now, in the light of day and especially at this angle made the warrior woman melt, furrowed brow and panting at the incredible feeling surging through her mind as the gagging human hilted Khazara inside her throat.&nbsp; It was incredible, feeling that tongue, hearing those slurping noises and for Sirah's part, she'd see Khazara's stomach tensing as the pleasure began to spike, post orgasm sensitivity rising and her dark, tattoo-framed breasts trembling as she let out a ragged breath, opalescent hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.<br><br><strong>"Fuck..."</strong>&nbsp; Khazara exclaimed as her member began to soften and shrink in Sirah's mouth, but that wasn't all.&nbsp; As her member shrunk, it seemed to take on more flexibility in it's movements as the rigidity vanished.&nbsp; The softening member coiled around Sirah's tongue in a similar motion to when the two had made out, slipping and sliding against the human's muscle as dollops of cum continued to dribble out of the tip.
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