ME: Malady { Liaisons }
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Malrunar on 28-01-2021, 00:54:16</h2>
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-01-2021, 00:54:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210127/c0db350aed730639d9a31b6bcd2e6ab7.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/cxGV0OF.jpg)<br></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">This is the thread where you get to check who has the better reach, and who has the better flexibility. Keep the smut in here so we can keep the plot moving forward in the other threads.</span> </div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story start date is December 18th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info. <br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-01-2021, 00:54:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210201/31ec7e104cfa29503ce847b68d7bb5b7.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/qNBbmZm.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/MkA2WdO.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/tskBj6w.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">This thread will be for all smut scenes that take place in this story, at least up until if/when we get to a big-game status. It makes things less of a hassle for those partaking in the main plot thread, or who have scenes elsewhere.<br>(Especially since sexy-time posts tend to come in more frequently, and no one likes to scroll through pages on the hunt for where they had last left off.) </span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">1. You're welcome to create your own NPC character, and use them for solo scenes here. No profile will be necessary for these one-shot scenes.<br><br>2. Do not use anyone's previously created NPC's (including the GM's) without permission. That's just being polite. And no one likes a creep.<br><br>3. Please keep the number of NPC's to a reasonable amount. If you find that you're really enjoying the character you've created, you're always welcome to make them full-time characters to use elsewhere within the game. Just fill out the profile and send it to Malrunar as usual. You can find the Character Sheet form here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.0)<br><br>4. No means no. Don't pressure anyone for scenes, or content within the scenes.<br><br>5. Don't 'ew' anyone for their preferences. If you're not mature enough to handle cross-species themes, same-sex relationships, or a hannar playing the bongos on an asari's bosoms, you really shouldn't be here.<br><br>6. And finally, remember that this is set to Bondage Exotic. All scenes must follow E's rules. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 03:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Weapons Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nito Haon | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>No matter how long they’ve been doing this, or how thorough their preparations, a nervousness clenched Zira’s guts and fluttered through her stomach each and every time. She was both excited and cautious -but mostly excited!- heavily loaded up on anti-biotics and herbal supplements which bolstered her immune system. It wasn’t perfect, often enough she would fall ill with a fever the day after their fun, but always it was easier and better than the last. The quarian had already adjusted to Nito’s chemistry, it was only these far off and away places that caused her any problems.<br><br>So that was why she wiped down everything for the fourth time in a row. Door handles and drawers, the posts around the bed, the walls, and the counter spaces between. Anywhere that they might put a foot, brace a limb or bump up against when things really got heated. And this time, she hadn't forgotten to consider the chairs.<br><br>It was always like that. Zira prepared as best she could and thought herself fully covered. Then the damn drell would introduce her to something exciting and new -and that would only give her a new perspective. <em>Like the walls. You hadn’t considered that the first few times. And then he…</em><br><br>Oh <em>yes.</em> He most certainly did.<br><br>“Bosht’et.”<br><br>She often said it with affection. Now only if that damned Drell would hurry up and arrive. The anticipation was almost torture, and she was looking forward to getting out of the suit - fever be damned. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>13-02-2021, 19:10:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810180086493609984/afd5e48f4f654ed0b9d6ecd76651329f.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nito Haon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Botanist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black coat (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810179999189303366/519422fa7e70621d56566a3390116e72.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Zira's personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Visiting a friend for work stuff. Go on, shoo.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Zira | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>There was a spring to Nito's steps, the one people usually had when they were about to get laid. He was however, practically sprinting; he was already a bit late for their rendezvous. Setting up his things in Hydroponics had taken <em>much</em> longer than he'd anticipated, with that uptight Turian Spectre questioning him about every single plant and herb in the damn place. After that, he had to run back to his own quarters to shower and change out of his no-doubt contaminated coat. Zira was already taking a huge risk with every night they spent together, and he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to her because he was careless and didn't wash up.<br><br>A gentle knock sounded his arrival, and he poked his head in and grinned after the soft expletive slipped her lips. "Getting impatient already?" he teased, lips turned up into a smile and his wide abyssal eyes glimmering with amusement. She looked wonderful in her suit, even though the mask obscured her face. He was grateful to whoever designed the Quarian enviro-suits to be damn <em>tight</em>, almost as much as the Drell were to the Hanar for saving them. He remembered thinking that if she looked this good in overprotective garb, she'd look even better when she wasn't wearing it. Safe to say, he wasn't disappointed. <br><br>"I'm sorry for being late, <em>Siha</em>," he said, the signature deep voice of the Drell rumbling across the room. "I got held up by the scary Spectre." He locked the doors and double-checked; not wanting unnecessary distractions. Possessing eidetic memory meant that he was able to spend lonely nights with memories of a perfect one, losing himself in every detail and ebb and flow of past events-- but he still craved the physicality, the unexpected. He closed the distance between them and grasped her hands in his, squeezing them tightly. "I missed you."<br><br>The wide eye scanned the room, nodding appreciatively. It was a small and cosy place, identical to his own. He doubted it would be as comfortable as either of their places back on the Citadel, but Nito had a habit of counting his blessings. It was lucky enough that he managed to snag a spot on this mission with Zira, rather than having to wait for her aimlessly. "You did a good job of cleaning up. Looks pristine. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I'm in the med-bay," he teased. Not that he was averse to hospital sex. It was actually something he was hoping to break to Zira, actually-- but all in due time of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 04:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Weapons Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nito Haon | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>Say his name three times, and Nito will appear. She didn’t fully understand the meaning of that saying, having picked it up from a human at an alliance docking station, but it came to mind now when there was a gentle rapping at her door. If Zira’s heart wasn’t hammering with excitement before, it certainly was making up for the lost time.<br><br>The handsome face that popped into her room was a welcome sight, and it took measurable restraint to keep herself from launching forward and throwing her arms around the drell that very instant. Pride restrained her, but so did the delicious tension that buzzed through her veins and filled every muscle fiber within the quarian’s bodysuit.<br><br>He was sorry that he was late. Spectres were to blame. Nito had locked the door. She <em>loved</em> it when he locked the door.<br><br>He couldn’t see it through her mask, but Zira’s brow rose and an amused smile spread across her face. It was through an ingrained habit that she forced the inflection into her voice, lilting it with humor and mirth. “A spectre? Keeping <em>you</em> trapped in Hydroponics? I’ve seen you move when you have particular intentions on the mind, Nito. I still have that recording of an elcor throwing himself out of your way.”<br><br>Zira squeezed his hands, once again delighting in the euphoric presence of anticipation and want. Then she stepped closer because she couldn’t help herself, running the fingers of one hand pulled free from his clutch only so that it might wander up along the side of his arm. Drell had the most fascinating eyes.<br><br>“Everything is taken care of. This entire room has been wiped down with so many antibacterial sprays and chemicals that I had to replace some of my air filters once they clogged from the aerosol.” She paused a beat, the hand moving up his arm now cupping the side of his neck. “Help me with the clasps.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2021, 04:45:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810180086493609984/afd5e48f4f654ed0b9d6ecd76651329f.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nito Haon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Botanist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black coat (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810179999189303366/519422fa7e70621d56566a3390116e72.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Zira's personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Visiting a friend for work stuff. Go on, shoo.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Zira | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her voice was the most expressive out of all the people he'd met in his life. Plus, they'd spent so much time together he was able to pick up on every little inflection and drawl— in this case, it was one of laughter and mirth. Nito smiled back at her in return. "Well, I did yell at that elcor I'd obliterate him and his extended relatives back on Dekuuna if he didn't make himself scarce." He tilted his head to the side, and winked at her— something he'd seen the humans do. "I'll make it up to you, Zira," he whispered, his tone low and husky, his eyes sparkling with deviousness. <br><br>A warm, gloved hand slid up his arms as she stared into him, and Nito exhaled deeply, barely constraining his urges to pick her up and push her against the wall, to rip off her suit and take her right there and then. But no, he was also gentle, always sensual with her. At least during foreplay. He too, wrapped his hand around her waist, caressing her softly as shs touched his neck. She told him to help her with the clasps. "Gladly."<br><br>Both his hands wandered to her waist, gliding over her full backside, caressing them and giving them a gentle squeeze. He was a patient man when it came to thing like this, and he took his sweet time undressing her. He undid the clasps that bound her suit together one by one, each one popping open with a soft <em>clink</em>. His eyes were trained on her eyes, faintly visible underneath the stained protective mask. <br><br>Once the suit gave some leeway, he slipped his hand under it, gently grazing the warm skin of her waist and back. Slowly and carefully, he touched her, reveling in every little bit of contact. "You're excited," he said with a chuckle, noting how hot her body already was— almost feverish. <br><br>"Take off your mask, Zira," he said, already leaning into her, breathing deeply against the glass that protected her from him. "And let me kiss you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2021, 22:56:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Weapons Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nito Haon | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The first time he had stripped her tested Zira’s patience. She had wanted to rip and tear and dispose of her suit as quickly as possible, but like skin, it was designed to keep foreign objects <em>out</em> and the quarian safely tucked within. Over time, careful instruction and practice showed Nito everything he needed to know. Like where the extra clasps were hidden, and how to safely disengage the various tubes and filters without making a tangled mess out of them. While her need to be set free and bare for the drell was still there, nagging and pining for all of his attention, the quarian, at least, was treated to a moment she savored the most.<br><br>It was that of Nito’s fingers brushing against bare skin. Smooth and sleek and strong, he was just slightly cool to the touch but encouraged a shiver in its wake. Nerves tingled and her breathing deepened, and for a while Zira allowed herself to close her eyes and delight in the emotions and sensations before Nito spoke up again.<br><br>She was grinning now; it was the first thing he’d get to see as she pulled open the face-plate, and set the helmet down on the table just across from the bed.<br><br>Then she was reaching for him, first with a gloved hand to guide and direct his mouth to her own lips. The other hand quickly found its way out of her suit, tugging and pulling at the fabric until it began to slide down her frame. Then she switched hands, fingertips dancing across the various ridges and textures of his face so that she could slip free of the suit on the other side. Her hands were inquisitive and seemed to enjoy relearning the sensory stimulations of direct touch, but her lips never forgot how to open and close and express her passion and want of him.<br><br>It was insatiable. As soon as skin was laid bare she longed to press it against him. With fumbling motions Zira tugged at his jacket only to trace along his face again, unable to commit to one action without longing for the other. She wanted him naked, but she couldn’t pull away from him. She wanted him closer, but there were still barriers and obstacles that threatened to get in their way. And she warm, flushed hot with lust and her greedy need to full of him completely.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2021, 13:00:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810180086493609984/afd5e48f4f654ed0b9d6ecd76651329f.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Nito Haon<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Drell<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Botanist <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> A black coat (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810179999189303366/519422fa7e70621d56566a3390116e72.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Zira's personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Visiting a friend for work stuff. Go on, shoo.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Zira | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Unlike other couples, they weren't afforded the luxury of ripping off their clothes and plunging right into sex, at least on her part. Nito didn't mind. Although the anticipation was excruciating, he was patient and careful by nature, which was reflected in the way he slowly undid her clasps and zippers and gradually freed her from the confines of her protective suit. It was through many errors and practices that he went through the process flawlessly, at this point knowing the kinks and creases of the suit from muscle memory alone. <br><br>And he learned to savour it. The quiet moment in which he undressed her, completely silent except for the faint beat of her heart and her ragged breathing, completely absorbed in his task. He loved all of it— the little shiver as his fingers skimmed her back, the slow reveal of violet skin as the suit slipped off her lithe body. <br><br>Completing the experience was the beautiful face that greeted him when she took off her face-plate, grinning from ear to ear. He had felt selfish and villanous when she had revealed herself to him like this the first time, fearing she would get I'll on his account. But after many assurances and many more nights, he'd accepted her vulnerability as a gift to him. A symbol of trust and affection. <br><br>Nito didn't waste a moment in capturing her lips with his. Every night, he replayed his memories of their kisses, lulling himself to slumber with memories of her. He had never forgotten what she felt like, what she tasted like, and the new reminder only served to further stoke his desires. The kiss was soft and sweet, simply holding her close as he subtly slipped off his coat, just as Zira slid down her suit over her arms. <br><br>Gently, he broke apart from her, wide obsidian eyes roaming greedily over her glorious, naked form. He smiled contently, drinking in every little detail and commiting them to memory. She looked beautiful— yet the compliment never quite left his lips, thinking the ravenous look in his eyes proof enough of his want. One hand gently cupped her cheek, while the other caressed her all over; her soft, perky breasts, her collarbone, her neck, her face, even the crest upon her head. <br><br>He kissed her once again, this time gently leading her backwards towards the bed, and pushing her down on it once her thighs had touched it's edges. The Drell swiftly climbed on top of her, his hands relentlessly roaming all over her body, taking his sweet time caressing her breasts and her stomach, before his attention finally went southward. The fused finger pressed firmly against her over the protective suit, feeling out where her sex would be. <br><br>He teased her with firm, paced strokes, all the while kissing her with a wordless hunger, only breaking every so often so they'd get a chance to breath. With a tiny smirk, he tugged at her pants, starting to undo it so he could finally feel her heat against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 06:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Weapons Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Bottom half of a suit and a smile.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Personal quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Unce unce unce unce unce...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Nito Haon | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Zira didn’t stop moving backward until her calves hit the edge of the bed. It was a familiar sensation through the last lingering portion of her suit, but she found pleasure in it all the same. That <em>thump</em> meant that they had reached the first destination of the evening, one that allowed her weak-kneed wobbles to rest a while so she might reserve her stamina for more important things. Things like arching her back and running her nails along to smooth scales of Nito’s back. Her excited breathing came out in a needy rasp, amplified as his palm cupped her sensitive breasts and wandered at their leisure.<br><br>“You’re so damn <em>patient!</em>” She wasn’t really complaining… it was always like this. Zira would be a glutton for every brush and caress and delight most in the sensation of his weight settling over her. And as soon as she scratched that itch, alleviating the knotted tension that twisted inside her, she did a better job with managing and distributing that lust throughout the rest of their time together.<br><br>He was so patient with her, even when she wanted to be reckless. And when his fingers began their bold and possessive strokes across her slit the quarian immediately hooked her fingers under his shirt and began to slide it off of his shoulders.<br><br>She wasn’t going to be the only one naked tonight. She craved their skin-to-skin contact, the contrast of hot and cool. Also the way his muscles seemed to ripple and flex in time with her hips and her coos. “Nito, <em>please!</em>”<br><br>She hooked her leg over his hip, rolling them over so that the Drell was on his back and she was straddling on top. Zira was quick to release the last strap at her waist, which would make removing her bottom half a breeze. “You were always quite the tease… I’ve been aching for you all day.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 05:52:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Second in Command, Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus’ quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> After work drinks.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It looked like the cards were already on the table. Their intentions were clear, they both had a good idea on how the evening was going to come to an end, and Ashton found that to be quite the refreshing change. Nothing was more attractive to her than confidence, and Luus here certainly didn’t lack on that front.<br><br>She took another puff on the cigar, but this time she held it in her mouth a little longer, enjoying the flavors mingling on her tongue before it eventually escaped like dragon’s breath. “I’ve never been with a turian before. I’ve always been curious.” With a tap of her cigar against the ashtray, she smothered before it would go to waste, then took the two shots of alcohol in quick succession. One. Swallow. Two. Swallow, with a <em>clack</em> as they came to rest on the table.<br><br>Ashton reached up to pull her hair down, still slightly damp from her shower. Dark curled sprang free, smelling floral and a little sweet. Perhaps the only feminine thing about her. “You going to be able to use those hands how I want you to? That is, without scratching against the good stuff?” Ashton’s brow arched, and as she swung her leg off and over the chair, she lifted and shifted her torso so that she found herself comfortably in his lap like an asari dancer.<br><br>No beating around the bush. No hesitation. His free hand was pulled and wrapped around her waist. Then she tugged off her shirt, tossed it over her shoulder, and grabbed his bottle of alcohol. “If not those hands, certainly that tongue will be put to use. You’ll have to earn my screams, and I don’t put up a lazy fight.”<br><br>With just her bra and her pants on, she tipped the mouth of his bottle until some of the liquid dribbled out, streaming down her collarbone and disappearing down the cleavage of her breasts. “Whoops.” She said, dryly. Then set the bottle down. “Suppose we should take these wet clothes off of me now, huh?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 07:05:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus' quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Morale Boost<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>He was expecting a move from the muscled, beautiful human, but when she slipped into his lap and he felt an immediate throbbing within his pants, he realized that hadn't quite expected it like this. Still he played it cool, only shifting to get himself more comfortable and more than happily allowing her to feel the ridged grinding of his shaft between her remarkably soft thighs as he did so. "And here I've never been with a human. Asari are a bit smoother and softer to the touch than us Turians, but this.." he watched, rapt, as she pulled her sweater over her head and revealed the tops of two luscious, delectable mounds of flesh, sadly hidden in part by her underclothes. Sadly, yet excitingly. "This is something new. But I'm sure these hands will do just fine."<br><br>He watched with a glimmer of desire and a light, coarse groan as she tipped his bottle and spilled cool liquid against her supple brown skin, and suddenly he felt that rising bulge grow violently stiff. But still, he played it cool.<br><br>"Here, allow me," he answered, leaning in to seemingly help her unhook the thin, revealing fabric that yet hid away what he ached to explore. What might not have been expected was the lashing stroke of his tongue against her glistening collarbone as a taloned hand gripped the band. His other hand snuffed out the cigar in the ashtray and laid it aside, before moving to grip her by the hip and grind her further along his ridged bulge. And as he did, that tongue snaked lower. Lower. Between the valley her soft, lovely spheres created and around the soft, mesmerizing curve of each, collecting every drop of liquor he could as it seemed to race away from his chasing tongue.<br><br>And as he pulled his tongue back, he savored that taste, swallowing it down with the added sweetness of her skin giving it a thrilling accompaniment. "Mm, delicious..." came a heady moan, reverberating in her ears as he pierced her with his ravenous gaze. "But I have a mighty thirst, I'll need a lot more."<br><br>He did as she'd asked now, except his method was far more direct. Strong hands and sharp talons tore her the fabric of her undertop apart, only for him to yank it along her arms to free them and send the article to the floor. Then he lifted her, not caring if she spilled his drink as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. His fingers dipped beneath her pants and the panties beneath, hooking and penetrating from beneath as his knuckles rubbed against her mound. Then he ripped them apart before her eyes, fully exposing her from her waist down to her mid-thigh. <br><br>And there he settled, tongue lolling and curving for just a teasing moment as he hovered above her beautifully cut abs and strong yet silky smooth thighs. "More." It came as a command, not a request.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2021, 19:15:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Second in Command, Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus’ quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> A drink<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>If she were to be honest with herself, Ashton would admit that she expected a turian’s mandibles to be more of a hindrance than helpful. Something that was sharp and pokey and probably would get in the way of an otherwise enjoyable time. She mentally prepared for sharp edges as his mouth moved in towards her breasts and was pleasantly surprised to instead be greeted by warmth. Heat from his hands, his mouth, not the same cold metal she felt against her forehead when she spent the night drinking too much and praying to the porcelain gods as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Ashton felt her eyebrows raise in pleasured surprise, but little else flickered across her face.<br><br><em>Good to know it’s not going to be like fucking a can opener.</em><br><br>She spoke too soon. Talons ripped through her clothing without hesitation, and before Ashton could remark about what he had done to a rather comfortable bra, she was being lifted and carried over to the bed against the far wall. She was grinning wide by the time they reached their destination. “You’re going to be fun.”<br><br>Trousers next, forceful and demanding without turning her into ribbons. Maybe a more logical person would tell him to tone it back a little but Ashton enjoyed living in the moment. And antagonizing. So when his knuckles began to tease and rub, the woman lifted and rocked her hips to help him along the way. Her abdominals flexed whenever he teased exceptionally well.<br><br>She reached out with both hands, curling them against the back of his head to explore those crests a little more thoroughly. As well as to guide his mouth down to the apex of her thighs where he’d be able to take his fill. “I have one rule,” she murmured, her voice softer but no less enthusiastic. “And it’s gluttony.”<br><br>Sitting upright with a crunch, Ashton slithered her legs over Luus’ shoulders and watched his face closely. She was a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist. “So if you want more, Luus, just fucking take it.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-05-2021, 00:11:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus' quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Morale Boost<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Her teasing stirred something viscerally hungry in him, and as her legs hooked around his shoulders and her hand gripped at his crests to guide him between her thighs, he knew that she was more than happy to feed into it. She was as wild as he hoped, maybe even more so, and it drove him into his next action without a second thought.<br><br>He snatched the bottle of dextro-amino liquor from her hand and tipped it, letting it splash against her chest and run between her soft breasts, along her flexing abs, and to his waiting maw. He enveloped her mound in his mandibles, tongue swirling to collect every drop of liquor that reached him. Then, greedy for more, he pushed forward just a ways to loll his long, blue tongue out, gliding it, slithering and snake-like, along her glistening abs. He cleaned them thoroughly, missing not an inch of her beautiful, muscled stomach and instead leaving it glistening with his own salivation.<br><br>But he wasn't full, not yet. He moved back down, following her guiding hand and legs, and closed his mandibles around her labia, squeezing to expose her clit. Icy blue eyes pierced hers as his arms wrapped around her hips and held her firmly against his devouring maw as his tongue slithered from her belly to run its underside along her clit. Then the powerful, wriggling tip of the muscle lingered, teasing the bead of ultimate sensitivity for a little while longer, until he grew tired of waiting. Gluttony was the key, after all.<br><br>His tongue dipped lower, the topside now gliding against her clit as the tip pushed hungrily against her entrance. It writhed and wiggled until it drove itself inside her waiting, delectable heat, and it wasted not time in surging forward in wild, exploring thrusts to earn more and more of her dripping honey. And all the while he held her close, close enough to grind his tongue against her clit even as it thrust and swirled within her pussy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 00:13:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Second in Command, Security<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Date:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus’ quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gluttony <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Luus | CLOSED<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Jesus… <em>fucking</em> Christ…” Ashton tipped her head back, chin lifting up in the air even as her hair began to tickle the tops of her shoulders. One hand remained clutching around Luus’ crest -a convenient handle, thank you evolution- while the other gripped the bedding in hopes of controlling her center of gravity. He could wrestle with her legs and her torso all he wanted, she was flexible and willing enough. But completely relinquishing control simply didn’t come easy for the woman. Even when she was antagonizing a turian to do his worst.<br><br>“I-I thought… you said you -<em>nngh!</em>-” A pause, a moment of reverent silence to appreciate the skills of that blue tongue. She picked up her thought with one shaky inhale later. “First human… you said I was your first human.”<br><br>“Fffuck.” With her eyes falling close Ashton bit at her lower lip and adjusted against the mattress, bringing her legs up just enough to press her feet higher up on Luus’ back. They only seemed to be getting in his way, and she was greedy for more of that -- “Yes!”<br><br>Her hips gave a greedy lurch as the turian began to thrust with his tongue, while simultaneously stroking against her clit. The tremble and rock of her hips would test his strength and resolve, just as it tested her own. She couldn’t keep quiet and she wouldn’t keep still. But somehow she didn’t think he’d mind it, just as she didn’t mind the occasional prick and scrape of his talons.<br><br>“Keep that up,” she warned, but this time her voice dropped to a lusty whisper that promised him anything his heart desired, “and I’ll be screaming your name. Just like that, Luus… don’t stop!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Liaisons }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 04:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>DATE:</strong></span> 20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As Shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Luus' quarters<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Gluttony<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Ashton | Closed<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>A rumbling groan, as inhuman as it was hungry, escaped his throat, his mandibles vibrating strongly against Ash's mound. It was enough to show just how delectable, how satisfying the taste of her was. The same could be said of the way his talons pressed against the soft flesh of her taut thighs, leaving scratches with the odd twitch of her legs, and indents as he held them open for his feast.<br><br>Her words, panted and moaned, drove him further into the heat of this moment, and her surprise brought a cocky chuckle from deep within his chest. But when she said his name, his mandibles clamped tight around her mound, exposing her glistening, pink pussy for the deepening, increasingly ravenous thrusts of his tongue. With every draw came a fresh flood of her juices, the sensation riling him from the moment it hit his throat, and after came a plunging surge of that strong blue tongue to claim ever more.<br><br>"Good. I want the whole damn ship to hear it," he cooed against her sex as he had another taste of her, and it was all the only break he would give her before launching into deep, filling thrusts; a merciless tongue fucking comprised of all the gluttony within his heart.
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