sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *found the cheeses, and laid them on the counter, slicing off several rectangles which she then cut into cubes proportionally, putting them in the bowl. she saw fruit that resembled grapes in a bigger bowl atop the shelf, and smiled as she plucked some down, adding them to the arrangement after a small rinse in the sink. Gingerly she puts the bowl on the tray, and to her knees she lowers to look inside the cold storage compartment for a bota of paga... finding one, she opens it and the heady aroma hits her in the face, wrinkling her small nose. the cold skin hit her breast and made her gasp, she watched in fascination as her nipple grew stiff, erect, like a little chocolate ramberry.... she shivers, inwardly and outwardly, and pours paga until it fills the mug she chose for him... then returns the slightly lighter bota to the coldstorage, shutting the door.*
*then she takes a deep breath to steady herself, before lifting the tray and turning to go into the hall again...*
(23:15:23 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *gasping... she looks down and blushes hotly... then quickly takes a fork from the drawer, and rinses and dries it setting it alongside the plate... she feels her hands tremble, giving her away, carrying the laden tray as she took smaller steps, making her hips flare out a little more although unintentionally so. her hair flitted around her, and she bit her lip nervously keeping her eyes on the floor in front of her and on the tray making sure she didn't upset the meal. finally she arrives beside your table, and slides the tray before you, kneeling down as she wraps her hands around the mug and takes it from the tray, cradling it, hesitantly, to her soft, lush bosom, as Mistress Medi had told her those many days ago... she felt her cheeks flush as the coldness of the mug's outside blossomed between her breasts, and quickly lifted the mug, pressing a kiss which she allowed to linger several moments to the side... her gaze peeking up at you to see how you reacted when she lifts her hands even higher so you might be able to take it from her soft fingers.* Master... your meal... and - and your slave *she breathes out these last words, kneeling tall and upright, her spread-apart thighs trembling with the effort of not wriggling.*
(23:19:13 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *looks you over for a long moment as you extend the mug toward him, feeling your tension, your overwhelming desire to get it right, to be pleasing in his eyes... how far you'd come from that disbelieving Earth girl he had collared two hands ago... he takes the mug of paga from you and drinks deeply from it before setting it back on the tray* you honor your collar, mine... I am well pleased with you. *hungrily he sets about devouring the meal, casting a glance your way every so often as you kneel at his feet*
(23:21:26 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *shudders deeply, closing her eyes as you speak the words she had wanted so badly to hear, surprised within how much they meant to her... a blush colors her cheeks, as a wash of.. pleasure... fills her body... and she watches as you devour the meal... gathering the courage, wetting her lips... she begs softly of you..* Master... may... may sarai eat please from your fingers...
(23:24:07 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *hears your words and hides his smile, knowing how deep into your slavery you have come to even make that request... he sets his fork down and plucks up a piece of cheese, holding it between his fingers* show me perfect nadu, sarai
(23:30:55 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *sucks in a breath which pulls in her belly and puffs her full breasts forward.. her chin lifted a little higher, the supple line of her throat leading down to her bare shoulders, half-covered with her brushed mop of sable curls and waves, that tumble down her slightly curved back, she sits tall and upright, the low dip of her spine rounding out to a firm buttocks, which rested on her little heels, which were tucked beneath her as she rested fully on her calves, the tawny, fleshy thighs spreading a little wider for him, feeling his eyes burn into her, as he looks down at her... and finally the palms, those soft hands, flitted over her flesh, settling then on her legs, before turning over like kittens roll for a belly rub... the smooth fingers curl in slightly, protectively, as she exposed her inner hands to him... and perhaps more importantly her self.*
(23:33:32 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *watches you settle comfortably into the practiced position, every little motion designed to make you more appealing to his eye... he nods in approval, extending the piece of cheese between his forefinger and thumb, positioning it only two horts from your lips, that you don't need to lean far to reach it*
(23:34:44 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *parts her lips, feeling the softness of the slightly salty cheese caress them, as she takes the cube from your fingers with her small mouth.. her tongue brushes over your fingers, almost unintentionally, suffusing her cheeks with a warm pink glow*
(23:36:10 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *feels your lips close lightly around his fingertips as you take the cheese from them, leaving a little bit of your saliva on the tips... he smiles as you blush a little, taking up a grape and extending it in the same way*
(23:38:52 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *again her lips part, after she had devoured the cheese, and takes the grape then, humming as the delicious fruit's flavor bursts across her tongue..*
(23:40:29 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *takes another couple of bites of his meal himself, and then picks up a piece of the roasted tabuk, still warm to the touch, the grease coating his thumb and index finger... he holds the meat out to your lips*
(23:43:02 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *licks her lips seeing the meat presented between your fingers... she takes it delicately, and her eyes widen - it was so delicious, perfectly cooked, and so tender that it melted on her tongue, tasting of spices and a delicious glaze sauce... she sees you leave your greased fingers behind... and leans forward again, dark eyes looking up at you... as she licks them clean between her lips... feeling her body give a little unbidden shudder.*
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