The Inn at the Crossroads - Spade's Bedroom
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				Title: <strong>The Inn at the Crossroads - Spade's Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>04-05-2022, 22:20:19</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Spade's Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>07-05-2022, 04:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/370664/646full-autumn-reeser.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Spade's Bedroom at the Inn<br><strong>ACTION:</strong>&nbsp; Inspecting his... nest&nbsp; ;)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hhh-ha-huhhh ~” Cleo cooed, unable to form words off her lips, instead warm and breathy as her orgasm collided with his. It just… well she supposed it was everything. For a Phoenix, intimacy was everything her Sun did not want and everything Cleo wanted. “Oh my…” Spade’s cum filled her as her legs trembled around him, and coated his lap, their skin. He came again. And so did she. She had just had <em>four</em> orgasms and he — <br><br>“Your bedroom?” the human shaped bird titled her head and gazed at the Inn Keeper with bright, curious, sparkling eyes. <em>His bedroom.</em> His sweetheart. <em>His nest.</em> “Ooo ~” she cooed in happy surprise as he kissed her, with her eyes still <em>open</em>. Spade kissed her soft this time, his cock was soft inside her too. As if he was resting. His sweetheart. Cleo pushed her naughty little tongue into his mouth but obeyed, closing her eyes before everything… shifted. <br><br>But all she felt was Spade against her neck. “Oo ~ Oooo,” Cleo cooed again kissed her neck and burrowed his silvered head into her. She still had more cum to give, a realization that made her smile. “I suppose I shall open my eyes now?”   She was on her back, somehow. Curious. Her hands… all around her was soft, and fluffy. But the sounds… Not of Spade’s licking lips, but also of outside, outdoors, a forest perhaps. Like many she’d traveled through in her thousands of years. Her delicate fingers grasped at fabric, entangled in Spade’s bed sheets, while he lay across her, and inside of her, attending to her neck with sweet passion. He was sweet on her. His sweetheart. What the Phoenix saw first, of course, was the <strong>ceiling</strong>.<br><br><em>How utterly marvelous!</em> The stars and the moon were here too, and the candles… Their flickering flames suddenly burned brighter, as if in anticipating. “Wait, wait…” Cleo protested excitedly, still <em>smiling</em>, and rolled away from the Inn Keeper as familiar bright, hot light enveloped her form. The Sun had never permitted her to play in magic before. Cleo was a cleric of sorts. An inspiration in war. She was made to watch over mortals in war.&nbsp; In war, she had fought many magics, evil wizards especially so, but <em>never</em> played with other magics… And she had certainly <em>never</em> transformed in front of mortals. That, of course, was forbidden by her Sun. But Spade… Spade was the first magical creature she had been intimate with, so there needn’t be any secrets about her flame. <em>She was finally free to be herself true self! It was very exciting, indeed! Very fascinating!</em>  </span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/93/81/6d9381e4f0741ea553ad59ae381b27d3.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Cleo emerged from the hot light in mid air, not flying but drifting, in her true form. The now flaming <em>bird</em> moved slowly, playfully, among the candles and then higher, to the wondrous, enchanted ceiling. From down on his bed, the Inn Keeper could see everything about her magic; her living flame, her fiery talons and three tails, and the small, round, glowing embers that floated amidst her path. The Phoenix swayed side to side in the milky, magical stars, letting her bright, burning feathers dance in the not-so night sky, before slowly, so slowly, somersaulting over backwards about the room. Her flight was as gentle and as easy as breathing. <br><br><em>Careful, careful though!</em> The Phoenix flew about the room, inspecting… everything! <em>Was this art? Oh yes! Human art!</em> The fiery bird flapped her fiery feathers and chirped happily, recognizing it. She had never seen such human-made art in a bedroom before, though it had been a very long time since she was in someone, or rather someone<em>s</em>’, bedroom. <em>And what was this curious creation?</em> The phoenix moved so carefully, from each piece of decor to the next, and Spade could gather that this was what most of Cleo’s years had been like. Watching, learning, and traveling from place to place quietly, and <em>alone</em>. After a few minutes she fluttered back, gracefully, among the candles, and flapped her wings above him, gently, <em>gently</em>, curling her flaming talons around the top of his headboard.<br><br>If he was looking at her, the pretty bird, he would see that not only was her form in flame, but that the flames were shifting in <em>size</em> as she balanced herself. She stuck a talon out, then the other, and inched her way, so carefully, so daintily, as if not to burn anything, until she was <em>perched</em> directly above his head. “Chirp!” She squawked at him, obviously very <em>proud</em>. Then she bent her flaming head down, inches from him, like he was her drink of water. Her bright eyes, still the same, traveled to meet his green ones. Then she suddenly swan dived <em>into</em> him, about the size of a peacock, nuzzling his scruff, and his chin excitedly. “Chirp, chirp, chirp!” This was a grand nest. A grand nest, indeed. The young phoenix approved of Spade's nest very much. “Chirp!” She rolled from his neck to his bare chest, spreading her fiery wings across his marbled skin. But there was no pain, no burns or even discomfort. Instead, each touch was like a warm tickle, a comforting, living flame that <em>crackled</em> with pleasure. His sweetheart.  <br><br>Cleo nuzzled on his chest for another moment before <em>hopping</em> happily to the soft fabrics next to him. They were so soft, and <em>yet</em>, her flaming talons did not burn them. Cleo had control of her flame and she had proven it. Shared it, in a way, perhaps a new <em>discovery</em> for the Inn Keeper. She had promised to show him discovery, along with knowledge and comfort. But now was certainly time to speak again. There was another flash of impossibly hot, bright light and then — <br><br>A thud, as a very naked <em>human</em> shaped Cleo tumbled <em>off</em> the bed sheets and on to the floor next to the bed awkwardly.   “Pfft! ~” she came up from the floor, holding the bedside against her perky, naked breasts as she blew loose hair from her face. “My apologies, Spade, you see human legs are very silly sometimes…” She gasped at the soft, perfect fabrics again and pulled herself up, next to him on her bare knees, those round, full breasts begging to be fondled and coated with cum.<br><br>“But don’t think I’ve forgotten what else I asked of you, Spade.” She tugged the bed sheets all around her, and the — ah, wonderful! — pillows too, making a little nest of her own on his bed. She hoped he did not mind. The bird looked up at him, still quite pleased with herself.   “If I do say so, Spade, my offer of <em>comfort</em> seems to have fulfilled you quite splendidly. Even <em>you</em> are sweating from my flame. May I?” She licked her wet lips and gestured towards his thick, soft cock, wanting to coax his cum with sucks of her mouth while he watched and perhaps instructed.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Spade's Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>10-07-2022, 03:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spade's bedroom<br><strong>Action:</strong> hot &amp; heavy ;)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo<br><hr>Spade loved that he had the Phoenix breathless and panting, gasping for air after their fun little romp in the Inn’s theater room. She craved intimacy and he was more than happy giving that to her, in addition to all the pleasure he sent coursing through her gorgeous frame. There was something exciting about it being forbidden to her, the way she trembled around him in the aftermath of her latest orgasm, and how eagerly she accepts more of his cum inside of her. Filling her up and spreading its magical potency through her frame. She proved she could keep up with him, but she could tell he was far from finished with her yet. They would have more space and opportunities in his comfortable bed and enchanting bedroom. <br><br>She was a delicious kisser, and it was a shame their lips had to part for their brief travel through space-time. He loved how her wicked little tongue wanted to play with him more, but they would get to that soon. It didn’t take long at all, and then she was on her back and in his room. She reacted even more adorably than he expected as she took in her surroundings. This was where he felt the most comfortable: in an environment that mimicked the ancient and raw power of his nature magic. Green eyes widened when she began to change form right in front of him. He watched in amazement as divine fire consumed her and changed her into her bird form. And since she was a sign of inspiration, it was no surprise that seeing her transform trickled some of her foreign energy into his own aura. <br><br>Their magics blended ethereally and the room seemed to mimic its effects: the sun, stars and moon brightened and sparkled intensely; the environment changed from a cool day to a sticky summer one. Thick rain-clouds formed in the unreachable distance, silver-gray and heavy with water but not close enough to rain on them. Thunder boomed and lightning cracked across the sky, though harmless to them. Trees turned into palm trees and forest melted into jungle instead. A waterfall roared into a small lake somewhere, and the earth cracked open as hot springs spilled from them. She would see slight visions of his primal nature whenever she looked around or back down at him. Flashes of blossoming trees older than most lifeforms, breezes of unpolluted winds, and the cycle of life itself. Much of his power came from that circle of reproduction and decay, repeating itself infinitely against a multiversal background. Long greenish vines that reached out from one end and tangled through dimensions into others, fertilizing and drawing energy in equal exchange. <br><br>It was amusing watching her then interact with the pieces of art that he had hanging wherever visible. Gathered from collections that no longer existed or perhaps had not appeared yet. From mostly mortal artists with limited lives, their art living on in a state of permanence somewhere between worlds and timelines in the Inn Keeper’s private quarters. He showed her affection even in her bird form after she perched herself on his head and then dove into his lap. His marbled fingers stroking her head and finding the soft spots of her flaming body where she enjoyed being petted. His verdant eyes twinkling in the light of her flames, chuckling softly at how they tickled his muscular frame. It felt very pleasant, and he continued to drip small beads of sweat, letting the warmth seep into his skin without a moment of hesitation or protest. He was impressed with how well she could control herself. Watching to make sure nothing was lit aflame, though she had no reason to worry. <br><br>Spade noticed her transform again and human Cleo reappeared from the side of the bed in her gorgeous naked splendor. She would likely see his reaction to that, licking his lips slowly like she was captured prey at the mercy of a dangerous predator. She awoke something deep in him, something that had not emerged in a long time, not even with other lovers. He grinned and nodded in agreement at her little comment about her legs as she hopped back up onto the massive and comfortable bed. “I haven’t forgotten either, sweetheart,” he teased when she started setting up her nest. Taking blankets and pillows and adjusting herself appropriate next to him. “And yes, you’ve certainly held up on your end of the bargain,” he admitted, and she was gesturing towards his heavy cock. The Inn Keeper took charge again, gingerly bringing Cleo closer to him. His strong hand reached up to her hair and caressed her lovingly before guiding her head towards his lap. His soft cock laid there waiting for her, but he decided to play with her and tease her a little more instead. It was time to give his pretty bird some more direct instructions, his length already swelling up from the ideas in his head. <br><br>“Mhm… you’re not allowed to suck just yet,” he bargained as he stared down at his gorgeous petite lover. “You have permission to kiss and lick me,” he murmured, and he guided his growing cock across her slick lips to prove his point. “Don’t forget my balls, your small mouth feels amazing when it sucks on them too,” he reminded her, a naughty command about what his lover liked and wanted from her. He brought one of her hands into his lap, and helped her fingers wrap around his veiny shaft. Encouraging her to stroke him in addition to using her mouth to stir him back to full length. Beads of his pre-cum leaked from the angry tip and streaked along her lips and soft cheeks. Occasionally he slapped that cockhead across her pouty lips, threatening to sink into her mouth fully but not doing so yet. One of his free hands reached down to her perky breasts and caressed her there too. Talented fingers pinching and tugging on her hard nipples while he paid attention to how she followed his instructions. She’d see him swelling again thanks to her, how his massive cock grew with every gesture and every instruction followed. She could hear how low and husky his groans were, how he hissed in approval and rocked his hips forward, tempted to break the rule he gave her already within moments of giving her the order.&nbsp; “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like being told exactly how naughty to be for me? How to use that soft, pretty mouth on me?” he murmured down at her seductively. If she had thought he was hard before, she could feel it again now – like steel in the palm of her hands, leaking pre-cum mixed with cum and her own sticky saliva coating every inch of him. <br>
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