Ashe x Quen

[11:46] Ashe had to deal with injustice. Tuckered out now. :<
[11:46] Quenthell: Ohh?

[11:48] Quenthell peels off the ranger's top, rolling her onto her belly. Agile drow fingers kneading into her shoulders, working inwards to her neck, rolling those dark thumbs in small circles.

[11:52] Ashe makes no mood to dissuade the Drow as each slender strap slid off her shoulders and she even aided the process by unraveling the wrapped cloth from her abdomen that kept the flimsy sundress stable. Seemingly without a care she sprawled out, folding each forearm across the other to rest a cheek upon while she savored the sensations.

[12:00] Quenthell smiled, "This might sting a bit, the oil's will help relax muscles though." She swept her hands down from the base of the ranger's ears out to the edge of her shoulders, the oils, a mixture including cinnamon and cannabis oil heated up in her hands giving the skin a slightly stinging, prickly sensation. The drow walked her fingers back, from the shoulder up to the base of the neck, she placed her thumbs against the nape of Ashe's neck and alternated the pressure from left to right before letting her hands move down. She spread the oil over her upper back with her palms, moving her hips to straddle Ashe's thighs, leaning in she pressed the heel of her palms down, her weight pushing in. She ran her hands down Ashe's back once, working them in small circled as she moved from her shoulder blades down her back to her hips, reaching her fingers around those hips, following the little "v" of her hip bones, fingers teasing along the underside but stopping short at her navel. She swept them back and kneaded them into the lower back, just above the hips, pressing in left, then right, an alternating series of pressing and kneading that slowly worked its way back to the nape of her neck.


[12:43] Ashe took in a deep breath, the slightest of tilting movement from her head as she held it when those words reached her ears but with confidence the ranger let her head slip back down. The held air come out in a rush when those slender fingers came down upon the back of her neck. There was an undeniable tension in her muscles but after a bit of twitching she began to relax her instincts along with her muscles. One cheek smooshed up against her wrist before she straightened her head and lifted each hand to spread the fine strands of long hair to upwards so that her long, slender ears were fully exposed. Her hair was stark white, like that of the Drow, but it had not been a natural color for her people. Ashe had been a blonde since birth until she'd walked through the storm untouched, save for the color leeched from her hair. Many had taken as a sign in the youth, a mark of destiny heralding greatness for her and her people as a sign to rule. She knew differently however; the right to rule came from her lineage. It was a bloodline she furthered every time she pushed into the tender flesh of a woman, whether she had to hold them down for the inevitable release or they took it willingly. It was something she was proud of and relished in using as a threat, to the point were most women would readily take to their knees in order to keep bearing a child. Both of her shoulders raised against the palms pressing down on them, the soft layer of feminine pudge giving easily as oil slick skin slid against each other - snow white against an almost lavender ebony. Ashe hadn't bothered to push down the remainder of her single-piece garment, letting the thin material serve as a loose sarong since she wore nothing else but a wrapping of soft cloth under the skirt. But as Quenthell worked those delightful fingers along her back, teasing her hips and even straddling the ranger's thighs she couldn't help but feel the stirring that made her wish she'd discarded it all. At the moment, however, wild horses couldn't drag her off the furs as the relaxing dotage promised to eventually turn the tense muscles to jelly. (I lied, I'm grabbing a quick snack as well.)

[14:11] Quenthell pulled her hands back for just a moment, adding more of the oil mixture to her fingertips before placing her hands on Ashe's back, her palms just under the ranger's shoulder-blades. The drow leaned into her massage, her hands rotating in small alternating semi-circles. She withdrew her palms, tracing only her fingernails around the ranger's back, drawing little circles against that immaculately white skin. Quenthell leaned back in, lifting her shins, hooking her feet around the backs of Ashe's knees, careful to keep from jabbing the ranger with her spiked heels. Quenthell leaned in, her weight pushing down against Ashe's hips. Quenthell's hands ran up her flanks, scooping under her torso just below her arms, the drow's oiled hands slipping just to the base of the ranger's breasts before withdrawing. She bent lower, her hands sweeping around, up to the ranger's shoulders fingers kneading into the soft flesh between her clavicle and trapezius. She pressed her fingers in, thumbs pressing against the base of her neck. Quen tilted her head down, licking her pierced tongue along the fine edge of the ranger's left ear, running along the rim before pulling back. The drow's legs perched atop the back of Ashe's thighs, her weight bearing down, adding a bit of force to her pressing, kneading massage. Quen began working her hands back down along Ashe's spine, eagerly seeking out any bunches of knotted muscle to attack and pressure into compliance. She followed the curve of the ranger's spine, down to her hips once again, slipping her fingers around those sweeping curves, reaching over and around, her fingers grazing against Ashe's navel a but further then before. She withdrew once again, this time using her knuckles on previously identified knots of resistance, digging them in, knowing it would hurt at first, but the relief would soon make such minor pains more then worth it. She set siege to the unruly muscles, making several passes up, then back down the ranger's back. Once she was satisfied she lifted herself back, her hands and fingers held out straight. She smiled and began to thump her hands down against Ashe's back in a little drum-roll walking her chopping hands up the left side of Ashe's back, then down the right, before repeating the process in reverse.