Seto To: "Please, make yourself comfortable, sir."
Berke Oronir: "I believe you've talent. So I will let you show me such. Have me do as you please. Sit me where you need me. I believe the true expereince lies in letting you leave me... how did you say? Slightly addicted to you?" he winked to her as he nodded, moving to settle on the couch.
Seto To arches an eyebrow at the man, a tiny smirk on her face. "Oh don't give me that much control, sir... Or you might find you have little say in what comes next."
[1]<Bow Everstride> "You two should start something magical."
Berke Oronir: "That sounds wonderful."
Seto To slowly arches an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Oh?"
Berke Oronir winks at you.
Berke Oronir: "Very much so."
Seto To slowly flexes one hand, her long claws gleaming in the light. "Then in this case... Before I begin and take control of you... What do you not want to happen? And... What is your pain threshold before it stops being... Fun?"
[1]<Seto To> "Hibiki... Do you have any whips or the like in your store? For... Reference."
[1]<Hibiki Tayuun> ".. Several."
[1]<Seto To> "... I might borrow some, depending on if I have them already in here or not."
Berke Oronir shifted lightly before he stood up and raised a hand to work at the buckles of his armor, pulling it up and over his head and to the side. "Mn... you are not my first Xaela. Half the scars that line my body are from one woman. My skin may even be quite resilient to your scales and horn." he said, tapping a scar across the bridge of his nose as he sat back down.
Seto To smirks, her eye flashing. "Tell me, then..." She murmured as she stepped forward, idly tracing a claw along his shirt. "Have you heard of the To, before?"
Berke Oronir: "One of the few tribes I've not. I've laid with a Dotharl, Malqir, Hotgo, Qalli, even a Borlaaq. To is unknown to me."
Seto To smiles, before bringing all her claws to bear, tearing open the man's shirt and leaving bloody furrows. "We're the survivors of other clans... When the Dotharl wipe out a tribe in a raid, or when a group is lost to beasts or famine... Those survivors are taken in by the To. We are survivors, one and all." She murmured, brining a claw to her lips and licking it clean of the blood. "I am formerly of the Geneq. My specific tribe was wiped out by the Dotharl... But during my time there, I>
Seto To || was the chief warrior of our tribe. The 'Claw of Dusk', they called me... Due to my fighting style, which employed my own claws. With alchemy and our shaman's blessings, I have been able to even get through armor with the right strike... Your... Resilience would likely work against many, sir. But not me."
Berke Oronir offered a shudder as he shrugged off the tattered remains of his shirt, eys loSetong down to his muscled abdomen and torso then back up to her. "Mn... I've been known to fight back, but I believe we would break Vera's furniture if we did so." he said, his body shivering, gooseflesh rising, not beacuse of the cold in the room. "To lie with the chief warrior, would be an honor."
Seto To grins slowly and nods, her eye staring at the man calmly. "I am not the Khatun... And I will not demand you refer to me as such. You may refer to me either as 'Claw', or miss. You admire the strength of the Xaela, as you should... But you will serve." She smirked, moving in to kiss the scratches she made, even as a hand gently traced over his thigh. "Obey... And you will be rewarded well. And as for the furniture, well..." She grins. "You'd be surprised, in the other room..." She then turns>
Seto To || quickly, her dress flaring out with the skirts slightly, showing a flash of her panties. "Come along."
Berke Oronir: "Mn, verwell Miss Claw. I am at your service."
Seto To smirks at the man, loSetong up at him, before she points before her. "Good... Good... Strip, and kneel. I wish to get a good look at you."
Berke Oronir smirked, standing before her, his stance wide as if subtly challenging her, the muscles in his body flexing. His head titled ever lightly at her request before he nodded, his hands working away his belt as he kicked his boots to the side. Down went his trousers, the man standing before her as he sank to his knees on the floor.
Seto To smiles. Seto did not look particularly imposing. Not even a full five fulms, nonetheless what could be seen of her form was well muscled. Her tail flicked about behind her, and she circled the man slowly, sliding one hand along his chest, before moving to his shoulders as she went behind him. Always, he could feel those deadly claws of hers, as if subtly reminding him of them. "You are strong, yes... And confident. That is the single most attractive thing in a partner, confidence..."
Berke Oronir closed his eyes, his head following her as he felt her flow around him. The gray-blue orbs peered up to her as they opened, searching hers before he spoke. "Some may argue with you, but I have found my place. I know who I am, and what I am capable of. I like to be surpised. I am not cocky. Everything I've learned, has been through experience. Experience tempers my desire to throw you to the bed. Experience stays my hand from ripping that dress from you. Experience lets me know, you are to-
Berke Oronir - not be underestimated, Miss Claw." he said, grinning up to her. "Expereince leads me to know, you are best in control here."
Seto To leans down and kisses the tip of his ear. "Perhaps sometime I'll let you... I'm not against being pinned and ravaged by a fellow warrior... But I'll admit your desire to please and to give up control has stirred a fire in me long dormant." She chuckles darkly, before leaning down and biting at his neck, hard, her hand sliding down his front, briefly teasing at one of the man's nipples, before tracing her claws along his hip bone.
Berke Oronir felt his breathing grow more deep, his chest heaving as he hand wandered and he felt her teeth sink in at his neck. His eyes closed for a moment before he let out a calculated breath, his teeth bared back at her before his head tilted to the side to offer her more. "I've found the warriors are generally the ones who want to be held down and fucked until they cannot walk. I've yet to find one who would fight me... mn... naked. Winner gets to be in control." his eyes drifted up to her. "Stoke-
Berke Oronir: that fire, miss Claw. Show me this talent of yours."
Seto To grins just a little at his words, releasing his neck as she slowly chuckles. "That sounds like a lovely contest... We'll have to do that sometime in the dojo, if you come back." She murmurs huskily, before moving back around to his front. Raising the skirts of her dress, she reveals her panties, tugging them slightly to the side with her claws, showing her slick folds. "Go ahead... Have a taste." She teases playfully.
Berke Oronir shook his head, his hair moving out of his face before he pulled it entirely away by running his fingers through his locks. His eyes remained focused on her before he leaned forward, lips not quite going to her. Part of his defiant nature did seem to sneak out, lips pursing instead around her hooded bundle of hers, smacking lightly before he dared let his tongue lower with the tilt of his head and taste of the woman's folds.
Seto To groaned quietly as she felt the man's lips upon her hidden pearl, one hand drawing the dress up and off her body entirely, before letting the fabric fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down from her folds even as one hand grabbed at the blonde locks of the man, tugging him back with surprising force. "Now now... Weren't you the one who told me to tell you where to sit? Who gave me this power?"
Seto To was very slight, her chest not at all impressive, but more of her form was muscled. Several light scars marred her smooth flesh, including a part of her left cheek where her scaling appeared cracked, running near her blindfold.
Berke Oronir hissed gently as his eyes flicked up to hers, burning with desire as he licked his lips, savoring the flavor of the woman still gracing his lips. "I gave you this power." he replied his body tensing and relaxing, as though he was fighting his own primal urges to take her right then and there. "... Miss Claw." he said.
Seto To nods slowly. "That you did." She murmured, before sliding her form down, pressing her breasts against his chest as she moved to straddled him, trapping his member between her thighs as she smiled. "You gave me this power... And you have the power to take it back, from me. Do you trust me?"
Berke Oronir watched her every move as though she were a predator that would strike at any moment, as she sank down against him his whole body stiffened as he felt her trap him. Eyes flicking down then back to her. "I do. Expereince has taught me... I will not be disappointed."
Seto To grins and nods, licking her lips slowly, before she moved to trail kisses down his chest. "You are in luck, tonight." She murmured, rising just a little and releasing his cock. A hand moved down to slowly start strSetong it. "You are not to cum without my permission... Is that understood?" She murmured as her tongue flicked out teasingly against his nipple. "If you don't think you can handle that... Well..." She grins. "There are things I could bring out to... Assist you."
Berke Oronir closed his eyes, head tilting to the side as he felt her lips trail against his skin. When her hand found his cock he would let loose the breath he had been holding. A nod was given at her request, the man practically humming his next words. "Yes.... Miss Claw." he said, body relaxing slightly as though her touch was melting him.
Seto To smirks and nods, slowly beginning to pump her hand along his shaft, chuckling. "Good... You are not Xaela. There is no shame in this submission to me... In fact it is quite an honor, a gift I give to you, to give me pleasure and receive it in turn." She said, moving his shaft so that the tip gently teased at her folds as she continued to pump her hand along it, careful to keep her claws away.
Berke Oronir stared back to the woman, his breathing focused, relaxed, as though he was trying his best to almost stay off the pleasure she was giving him. Expertly hold most of it back. "Whatever Miss Claw wishe-." his eyes fluttered for a moment, blinking away the pleasured haze before he finished his sentence. "Wishes." he said, licking his lips as a hand dared raise, trailing ever so lightly up her side.
Seto To chuckles just a bit, watching the hand. "You may touch me, yes... Do not dare to change where this little toy I'm playing with is, though." She murmured as she rubbed the crown of his cock against her clit, using him to tease herself as if his member was merely another toy she was using to masturbate with.
Berke Oronir couldn't help but grin at her comment, "Little?" he asked, brows arching before his hand cupped her breast gently, kneading the flesh before pinching her turgid nipple between two fingers. His head dipped down seeming as though he may kiss her. Then, as if a stay thought caught his mind, his lips turned and pressed to the inside of her horn, carrying the whisper of his words, the humming of his lips up into her head. "Do not try and diminish my confidence, Miss Claw~." he said in a growl.
Seto To chuckles. "True enough." She murmured, even as she began to sink his cock into her waiting folds. She was tight, exceptionally so, clearly not often taking things inside of her. "This, at least, is far from little... Nnn... It might actually be worth playing with."
Berke Oronir rest his forehead against hers for a moment, nipping at her bottom lip when she was done speaking before he let it fall back in place and responded. "What happens if you end up a little addicted to me?" he asked, his body instinctively flexing as he felt her tight tunnel start to evelop his manhood.
Seto To laughs at that, and the nip causes her to slide a hand to his back, claws biting at his flesh as she slowly clawed upwards. "Oh trust me... That won't happen. There are only two that possess that power."
Berke Oronir winced slightly, staying still for the most part. "Gyoni is one, I assume?" he asked, hand sliding down her back now, past her tail to grip her rear in his hand.
Seto To began to rock her hips as she groaned, her velvet walls milking around him, though the mention of Gyoni causes her to blush. "T-the Khatun? I... Hmph. D-do not speak of matters you know nothing about."
Berke Oronir couldn't help but grin in defiance, his fingers moving up, gripping the underside of the base of her tail and wrapping fingers around it tightly. "The warrior... hnnnrg. She blushes." he said, licking his lips as she rocked her hips back and forth. "That is one." he said. A free hand would tease at her breasts, kneading their soft flesh one to the other. "The other must have been a mate."
Seto To growls, biting down hard enough to nick skin for a moment, even as her hand comes across his chest, and yet she flushes nonetheless. "IS a mate... We're in her room." She murmured.
Berke Oronir hissed and winced slightly, his breathing more rapid, shown in his chest. His gaze met hers again and he nodded. "Worry not. I am not a man here to steal you from anyone. I am merely testing a warrior's resolve. Mayhaps I will find a fight in you. A lust, so untapped?" he shurgged. "I am already special." he said, feeling himself throb inside of her. "You've not felt one good enough for this in a long while."
Seto To bites her lip and groans, flushing. "More... Nnn... My preferences are more towards women... Such as when last my soul was joined to another's... But..." She exhales, shakily, clearly enjoying this. "You're right... You are special... It is rare I take a man to my bed... Or the floor, for that matter." She suddenly grabs his shoulders, pushing him back and using her position to ride him down.
Berke Oronir groaned in response as she shifted down, changing his position inside of her and laid onto his back. "Then I am the honored one." he said, hands having shot to her hips before moving down to take each of the supple cheeks of her rear and grip them hard with his fingers. "Well then, Miss Claw, enjoy yourself."
Seto To nods slowly and closes her eye as she openly rocks and grinds her hips, bouncing herself slowly on his cock. She was taking a deliberately slow pace, giving him pleasure without making it easy for him to release as she whimpered. "A-ah... It's been... Far too long."
Berke Oronir adjusted his legs, locking them with hers, scales rubbing against hair and flesh alike. "Were this the dojo... I would likely try and pin you to the ground, my hand on your horn, face in the mat...." he groaned loudly as she shifted again, "Ass up in the air..." his teeth bared at her again. "<My aim is to at least have a small part of you crave me again.>" he said, slipping once more into her tongue.
Seto To smirks as she looks at him, slipping into the xaelic trade tongue. "<Ambitious... I like that. Ambition is good... But only when directed towards things that are possible.>" She teased, before reaching towards the bedside table. She stopped her movements entirely as she opened a drawer, before pulling out a large ring, rubbery from the look of it. "<My first lesson under the Khatun was self control... When I showed I had the self control of a beast, she made sure she treated me as one. Do>
Seto To || not make me give you the same lesson.>" She warned.
Berke Oronir: "<Every fiber of my being is telling me to ravage you until you are a mere pile left on the floor, leaking and wondering what had happened. But self control is trusting that you can do that yourself, using me as a tool."
Berke Oronir: .>"))
Seto To frowns slowly, before she draws up entirely off his cock, leaving it slick with her desire. She quickly takes that toy and slides it down around his rod, the ring almost painfully tight as she pushed it to the base, smirking. "Then use you as a tool, I shall." She said, switching to the Eorzean tongue.
Berke Oronir shuddered beneath her, biting his lip before pursing them in a thin line, almost disappearing beneath his beard. "We shall see." he said, as a daring hand snaked around her thigh and fingers found her bundle of nerves, pressing against it in a soft vibrado.
Seto To gasps and groans, moving herself to impale herself once more on his cock, her eye narrowed, but content to be receiving pleasure all the same. A hand reached down and behind herself slightly, to grab and massage his sack, her claws tickling his thighs. The ring about his member would make it all-but impossible to release his seed as she happily worked that member into herself.
Berke Oronir groaned loudly, his body arching. She had found his weakness alright, her hand against his sack had caused the warrior to damn near melt into a pile there on the floor. A fire lit in his eyes and he reached a hand up, fingers weaving into her hair to pull her head to his as his lips pressed hungrily to hers, tongue seeking to dance a dance older than time itself with hers.
Seto To kisses back, her tongue pressing against his as she slowly massaged and teased those twin orbs, rolling them between her fingers, seperating them and then letting them fall back together, a tiny whimper coming from her as the tip of his cock pressed to her cervix, Seto drawing closer to her peak.
Berke Oronir continued to kiss her his arm shaking as he held her head against his. "I... I would have thought... A warrior would have wanted it r-rough." he managed kissing her once more. His body slowly began to tense, as the pleasure built up in him, like the strings of an instrument being pulled tighter and tighter. He swallowed and gasped for breath for a moment, his hips moving ever so slightly, his body screaming at him to pleasure her too. But she had ordered him not to move, as much as he-
Berke Oronir - wanted. The veins in his neck strained as did his control, his eyes locked with her lone one.
Seto To looks at Berke, almost sadly. "I deal with rough every day." She murmurs, a slight pain in her voice. She drew her hips up as she kissed him, before she took the ring that bound his cock and slide it off, hissing. "But I can tell this is not what you crave... So go ahead." She said, licking her lips. "Fuck me."
Berke Oronir shot his hand down to her wrist, holding it there before she got the ring off of his cock. His head shook as he guided her hand to push it back down. "This is -exactly- what I want." he said, fingers still at her wrist. "... Miss Claw... -Mistress- Claw. This is exactly what I want."
Seto To smirks as she looks at him, before nodding. "Good." She said, simply, before grabbing at his sack and tightening her grip, slowly. "Do not... Call me that again, though. You are not my pet. I am not your mistress. Miss will suffice, understood? You use that term again, and there will be no pleasure, for you. Only pain."
Berke Oronir smirked in return before he suddenly found himself actually yelp in pain for a moment. He'd swear he saw stars before he managed to nod his head. "Miss... Claw." he said, nodding more vigorously before he lie back to the floor on his back, submitting more to her. "Understood."
Seto To nods, releasing those balls and rubbing them gently as she sank back onto him, both her hands now going to his chest, the tips of her claws digging in slightly as she bounced herself on his member, groaning audibly.
Berke Oronir was quite thankful for the ring in place, staying back the urge to release himself, mixing a bit of discomfort with the pleasure of her inexplicibly tight tunnel. He didn't seem to mind as her claws dug into his flesh, his own groan flowing from his lips and echoing on the walls. Once more he dared let his hands touch her, gripping her rear, though this time more to  assist the woman in her machinations.
Seto To relaxes, clearly enjoying that touch, and she nods at him. "Mmm..." She licked her lips, her eye staring down at him with naked greed. "Good... That's much better... Keep that up and I'll even finish you off once I'm done with you." She teases playfully, her body beginning to tense, her nipples standing out sharply with her arousal.
Berke Oronir would let digits wrap around her tail, giving it a slight, sharp tug in testing as he panted and moaned his pleasure to her. Assisting her he would sqeeuze her cheek roughly, strong hand rising her up just enough he could lift his head and seal his lips around one of her nipples, lightly running his tongue along its tip and around in small circles before tugging on it lightly until it was released and snapped back to its place.
Seto To came, hard, though not before a look of disapproval crossed her face at the tug, a harsh growl escaping her as her nails raked down his chest. This time, she didn't hold back, and they bit deeply, tearing into him as she bit his neck, pressing her body to the fresh wounds.
Berke Oronir would swear he saw stars as the woman's already tight walls clamped down and milked at his cock. He instintively rose his chest before her claws found their mark. He had just began to roar with pleasure, his entire body shaking when she overwhelmed him with the bite to his neck. His entire body shook beneath her, being denied the release his body so yearned for as everything became hyper sensitive. Toes and fingers alike flexed where they were and released as he seemed to be restless now.
Seto To slid herself off his cock, moving down to kiss down his body, stopping at his hips before she growled. "Beg for me. Beg for me to give you your release. You have tried my patience for the last time... I should leave you here, pent up, without a care..."
Berke Oronir remained still, where he was, shaking and sprawled out on his back. Blood ran down his neck and shoulders and trickled ever lightly across his chest, smeared to hers. His eyes looked to hers, betweent he deep, ragged breaths.  "P-please, Miss Claw. Please give me my release. P-please... forgive my trials. Please... teach me to better serve." he didn't move an inch from his spot, his feet digging into the floor as if he was bound by an invisible rope. "<Please.>"
Seto To slowly nods, closing her eye. "Hmph... I should have expected as much." She murmured, slowly. "<I expected a warrior worthy of the children of the Dusk Mother. Instead, I have found just another beast waiting to assert it's dominance. I should have bound you and kept you on a leash like the beast you are... But I am not a cruel woman. And I respect the woman whom paid me. You will have your release... This time. If you return to me, I shall have to spend time teaching you your place.>" She>
Seto To || said firmly, before working off that ring about his cock, licking the tip with her tongue. A hand lifted his sack as she growled. "<I feel like tasting you... You are not worth cumming inside me, even with the medicine I take. Be honored that I'm even bothering to use my mouth.>" She hissed, sliding the tip into her mouth.
Berke Oronir listened to her words, the rising anger at them seeming to come out of nowhere, as if she was challenging him. His hand found the back of her head, seeming as though he may assist her in her final pleasures of him. Just as her lips went to part and allow him entrance into her mouth his fingers would tighten into her hair and wretch back, away from him as he sat up slowly. His body shivered, gooseflesh causing the blood to stand out even more as he raised his head to look to her. "Arslan."-
Berke Oronir - he said, "Arslan was the name given to me. I earned it, I carry it. I -am- worthy." he said. "I was worthy of a Khan's wife's love. I was worthy to meet the foe that threatened their lives by myself and live to tell the tale. I -am- worthy." he said, shifting and pulling her until she was on her back now, or at least trying. There was a faint gentleness about him, despite the roughness displayed right now, as though a bit of him was tyring to reassure her from afar, that she would not -
Berke Oronir - come to harm.
Seto To bristles, before she allows him to push her onto her back, her body tense, her eye narrowing slightly. "I understand that I am not a Khatun, nor do I make claim to that title, even in play, but I do not like my authority being challenged in my own home, when you have given me power. If you wish me to command you, to lead you, then you must trust me and obey. If you want it to be a struggle, then say so. And if you want to take control and enjoy my flesh as you see fit? That's fine. But to>
Seto To || change your mind and challenge me, fight me, at every turn?" She growls. "I am a warrior. I respect strength, yes... But also discipline." She slowly spread her legs, staring up at him with naked challenge in her eyes. "Heart of a lion you might have, and a lion is a powerful and noble beast... But it is still a beast."
Berke Oronir bared his teeth to her, the anger in his eyes leaving slowly as he listened to her words, slowly his hand would loosen in her hair. His eyes followed her as she spread her legs for him the tip of his bulbous head resting just at her lips. Eyes flicked up to meet her own solitary one. "I have discipline. I am a warrior. I've pride. Pride enough to stand up for myself when tested. I chose to give you this power. I merely toyed with it, but it never left your grasp." he said. "I am prideful,-
Berke Oronir - but I would never take what I did not earn. You alone control what I do now. That was never taken from you." he leaned down, lips pressing against her neck, a lone drop of blood falling onto her chest. "You never lost control. You still hold it all in your hands."
Seto To nods slowly as she looks at him, licking her lips slightly. "I do not take control often. Rarely, in fact." She murmured, loSetong at him. "And I know that even now I control what happens next. If I was not willing to have you continue, I'd hand this gil right back to Xelah, with interest, as I walked out of this room. I might be a whore, but I have my own pride." She slowly exhales. "But... No two submit the same, just as no two dominate the same. Go ahead, lion. Enter into me."
Berke Oronir needed no further encourgement, following her word as though it were the law. Slowly he pushed his entire length, slowly, ilm by tantalizing ilm into her, feeling the pleasure that had simmered brought back to an instant boil. His head lowered down to meet hers as he swallowed hard, centering himself. "I may know much, but a wise man, is always learning." he said, kissing her lips sweetly. "And always loSetong for those who are willing to teach."
Seto To groans as he entered into her, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper. "That... Is finally something of worth." She murmured as she kissed back. "Perhaps... The Khatun and I should spend time teaching you how to serve the Xaela properly." She teased, a gleam in her eye.
Berke Oronir flexed his arms as they shook, supporting his weight on either side of her. As he sank himself deeper into her he made sure his body rubbed delicously against hers, the entire way. "Say the word, and you will find yourself with a willing Lion, waiting to be taught." he strained, eyes rolling back in his head as he was intensely and rapidly brought right back to the precipice. "On yo- on your..... your word." he said.
Seto To nods, reaching up to grab the back of his neck, her claws biting. "Remember one thing, my lion." She breathed out huskily, already near a second peak. "All creatures bow before the Dragon... And the Xaela are children of the greatest dragon of them all. Cum." She commanded, before she bit into the man's neck once more, her pale body smeared in his blood from the various cuts she'd given him
Berke Oronir arched his body forward, his manhood burying as deep as he was allowed. The mixture of her words and the sudden pain against his neck would throw him so violently off the edge he would damn near fall atop of her. The most powerful climax of his life surged through his body, held back as the damn walls broke and he filled her to the brim with wave after wave of his hot seed deep into her womb. He cried out, barely able to keep his weight off of her as he writhed atop of her, blood dripping-
Berke Oronir -down and onto her form.
Seto To hisses slowly as she cums, her folds milking his cock into her, making sure that he didn't have a single drop left as he poured it all into her slight form, her belly loSetong just a little pudgier from the flow, the tiny Xaela smirking contentedly as she felt his release. She licked up some of the blood from her claws, before kissing him, her own sweet taste mixing with the tang of copper as she forced her tongue past his lips.
Berke Oronir submitted to her entirely, body encasing her, shaking and shuddering all around her. His tongue danced with hers, the familiar taste of his own blood mixing with her agile tongue. He fought it not a bit, letting her do with him as she pleased, waiting for her next command.
Seto To smiles then, holding him, rubbing his back gently, fingers teasing at the torn flesh there before she pulls her lips away. "Rise, my lion... And go into the bath. You have done well... Finally." She teased.
Berke Oronir nodded, his hair casting a shroud around the both of them as his eyes finally opened, blue-gray locked to her own. As her words finally registered in his sluggish mind he would gently lift himself off of her, his cock sliding from her folds ever so slowly. He stood, legs shaky as he made his way over to the tub, a glance cast behind him as he followed her order without so much as an inquiry. Slowly he sank into the water, hissing slightly as it lapped at his wounds, eyes loSetong to her.
Seto To smiles as she moves to the bedside table once again, taking a blue vial from it, and moving over to the bath. She sank into the waters next to him, nodding, before uncorking it. Carefully, she dabbed a bit of the liquid onto her fingers, before beginning to slide it over his cuts. The potion slowly began to knit the flesh, Vera's skill as an alchemist coming in handy here. "Did you know..." She murmured as she began to work on him. "That it was here that I first met Gyoni?"
Berke Oronir shook his head, back resting against the side of the tub. "I did not. Then again, I though I might have seen you at the Malqir camp, had you known her before. I once... I once sought to be a part of her tribe, many months ago."
Seto To shakes her head and sighs. "No... No... I was never there at her camp. I did not know her then." She murmured as she worked on the cuts. "My first time meeting her... It was our matron's bachelorette party... They came here after the party, and I was here with Vera... I gave pleasure to them both, the matron and Gyoni. And after the fun had ended, we talked. Even then, though... During that play... She showed such wisdom, and control. I could not help but envy her as much as I respected..."
Seto To looks away for a moment, grabbing his shoulders and helping him lean forward as she worked on the cuts to his back.
Seto To: "You sought to join her tribe. And hoped she would become Khatun. Would you still serve her, now, if she formed her own tribe?"
Berke Oronir closed his eyes moving to her will as he listened to the words. "Vera is a kind woman. A powerful one, whom commands much respect. It was an honor when I met her. Yes. I, I wished her to become Khatun. Partly for selfish reasons, but I also saw her wisdom and strength. Their Khan banished me from the tribe for my crimes. I first wanted Gyoni to be there to pardon me. To allow me back with the people I loved so deeply. But... as I said, I also respected her deeply as well. She was well-
Berke Oronir - loved there as well. And I know a thing or two about leadership. She is right, the Xaela are in our world now. While the culture must be kept, it also must not be so... against molding with other cultures as well. Someone who understands that? They would lead their people to greatness. I would, as she has already asked me that as well."
Seto To nods at Berke, chewing her lip. "We are a fractured people... Most of us lost our tribes when we came here, or are only loosely associated with them, now. I... Have not met another To, or a Geneq, in some time. In Gyoni, I see the future. It is why I did not have you call me khatun, during this... I know I am no leader. Not as such. Leader of soldiers. Leader of hunting parties. Scouts... I am a good... Ah what's the Eorzean term... A lieutenant. An assistant." She bites her lip, >
Seto To || before leaning in to kiss his lips. "What was your crime?"
Berke Oronir nodded at her words, affirming her mention of her place. "As am I. I can serve on a battlefield, but I always try to learn." as she kissed his lips he would return it sweetly before her words found his ears. Instantly his eyes would dip for a moment before loSetong back to her. "Love. Being a Hyur and falling in love."
Seto To slowly nods. "Ahh... Yes." She said, immediately loSetong towards the bed, where her Miqo'te mate usually lay. She hesitates, before speaking. "It is... Something not easily overcome. It is a struggle, among our people, to... Accept others as being worthy. A struggle I know you saw with me tonight."
Berke Oronir: "That is why I fell in love with her. She never saw me as a man without scales. She never saw me as an outsider. She saw me for me. And she fell in love with me... for me." he took in a deep breath, "Gyoni was much the same, which is why I respected her. She saw me for me, not as an outsider."
Seto To nods. "And through her, I see you as such too... I get... Frustrated, certainly. But trust me, you are far from the first man to feel my claws out of frustration." She chuckles quietly as she finishes his back, sliding away. There's a long silence, as she hesitantly speaks. "You were right. Earlier." She said, simply.
Berke Oronir nodded, letting the silence fill the space between them, as she spoke, his eyes lifted back to her own, nodding to her. "The same look in your eyes when you speak of her, it was how someone else would see me whenever I looked at or spoke of the Xaelan woman I loved. I still to feel that way about her. Even after she lost our child. I would go to war for her."
Seto To nods slowly and looks away, sadly. "It is... Not quite the same. She would not have me, even if I was... Available. It is an entirely one sided affair." She said, quietly, before nuzzling at his shoulder. Now, she held him, tenderly, close... As much giving him affection as taking it.
Seto To: "Tell me of this woman you love..."
Berke Oronir wrapped his arms around her in turn, his head resting against hers. "It was the Khan's wife." he said simply. "I came to these lands from Ishgard with nothing. I lost my wife and son fifteen years ago. I threw myself into exile and fought with the Dravanian horde until I had no more war left in my heart. And when it had all but burned out... I came to these lands. I first fell in with some Dotharl... I needed friends. I wanted to feel a home. I was constantly challenged, belittled there."
Berke Oronir: "My knees, they were taken from me by a Dotharl warrior. She drove her swords through each of them. I knew not how to fight a humanoid, only a dragon. I lost and I was unworthy, left to bleed on the side of the road."
Seto To groans. "The Dotharl." She says with venom in her voice. Not at all surprising given what she'd said about the To. She then paused, listening, waiting to hear what came next.
Berke Oronir lowered his gaze. "She found me, and she nursed me back to health. She saw that I was pretending, that war was so far away from my heart. She offered to teach me peace, to teach me to fight like a warrior, but speak like a diplomat. She took me in under her wing. Slowly, our love developed for one another. But she was promised to their Khan."
Seto To nods, and reflexively, she looks to the bed again, before loSetong back at Berke.... And merely nods.
Seto To: "... she did not go with you, when you were exiled?"
Berke Oronir: "She became pregnant. A crime by their traditions. A... slip up revealed my part in it. It would have meant her banishment too. She has no love greater than that for her people...."
Seto To blinks... And nods.
Seto To: "She... gave them up, to stay with her tribe."
Seto To sighs. "Perhaps it is easier for me, as one of the To... We have our fair share of exiles."
Berke Oronir sighed, his eyes lowering once more. "So I lied. I told them I took it by force one drunken night. I was banished, and hunted. I lied so that she and the baby would be safe and she would be with her people."
Seto To blinks.
Seto To: "... You did this?"
Berke Oronir looked away, his eyes turning upwards for a moment as he took a deep breath to compose himself. "I did."
Seto To hugs the man again, this time hard, a tear dripping from her eye.
Seto To: "... A lion indeed."
Seto To: "You are certainly worthy... Of being in the khatun's tribe."
Berke Oronir rest his head against hers, his eyes closing. "I love your people. Enough that I would not tear them apart."
Seto To nods at Berke, a smile quirking at her lips.
Seto To: "We sound almost like a fetish."
Seto To teases.
Berke Oronir took her hand, resting it on his upper thigh where she could feel the scar caused by a tail being wrapped around his thigh, barbs up. "Mayhaps a little."
Seto To chuckles.
Seto To: "For one without scales, you tolerate our... Rougher play well."
Berke Oronir: "I never knew I enjoyed it until I tried it. Your kind brought it out in me."
Seto To laughs at Berke.
Seto To leans over and kisses Berke's cheek. "You were lovely... And I'm glad I spent the time to talk to you."
Berke Oronir reached a hand up, cupping her cheek in return. "You think you'd have me back. Money aside, should the tribe be formed."
Seto To blushes deeply. "I might be tempted... Occasionally." She teases.
Seto To: "If Vera has her way, and doesn't keep..."
Seto To cuts herself off.
Berke Oronir tilted his head. "Doesnt keep?"
Seto To: "... suffice it to say, if things go how she wants, I'll be happily married."
Berke Oronir smiles at you.
Seto To looks away, slowly.
Berke Oronir: "An open one, no doubt?"
Seto To: "Oh no doubt."
Seto To sighs, reaching up to pull away the eyepatch, rubbing at the savaged lid there.
Seto To: "... she thinks that just because she professes her undying affection, that once she does that, the rest is a given."
Berke Oronir: "Choice is always yours. I think there is much you can still teach me. Either way, you've made a friend and an ally here tonight."
Berke Oronir reached a hand under the water, resting on her knee. "And? What do you feel on the matter?"
Seto To smiles and looks back at the man. "And you have won the same." She murmured, before loSetong at the hand. She sighs, slowly. "I think she is in love with the idea of love, more then she is in love with me."
Berke Oronir: "What do -you- want, Miss Claw?"
Seto To sighs. "Seto is fine. I'm not in control right now. What I want..."
Seto To bites her lip and looks down. "Someone who wants me. Who wants to spend time with me outside the bedroom... Who cares about who I am. And who can understand that it's not okay, sometimes, to pay more attention to others then you do your mate, in front of her..."
Berke Oronir nodded in understanding. "Mn... polyamory... its a hard thing. Something foreign to me until I found myself amidst the Xaela. It was hard to get used to. Jealousy... it is a horrid thing. There are still nights that I wonder if she is lying with the Khan, and forgetting about me. Falling out of love with me."
Berke Oronir: "But I always remember. She chose to love me. And when I am with her, there is no doubt of that at all."
Seto To bites her lip and sighs. "I... learned it after I came to Eorzea. I was married, before, with the Geneq. Well..." She laughs. "As close to it as we had."
Seto To: "... Our tribe's shaman. It was she who used to treat my claws."
Berke Oronir: "It is hard to get used to. I can lie here with you tonight. Does it diminish how I feel about her? No. Did having me do what we did tonight... did it change how you feel about her at all?"
Seto To bites her lip. "Who are you referring to?" She asks, coyly.
Berke Oronir smirked to her. "Either of them." he said simply. "The hardest lesson to learn was to trust. Trust is what a relationship is built on. Say, theorhetically, something were to develop between us. If you were with me, even if you felt deeply about me, it should not change how you feel about anyone else. I... love is like snow. Or well, like sand. There are so many different kinds, that no two are ever the same. When I am with someone. They get all of me. "
Seto To nods at the man, smiling weakly. "You're right... It didn't change how I feel about them. Well..." She considers. "Definitely not the sex." She says playfully. "... but you're right. It is not that... I only have a finite amount of love to give. How I feel about Gyoni is... Different from how I feel about Vera, and even how I felt about Orghana."
Berke Oronir: "Mn. No truer words have ever been spoken. You are no whore, Seto. You are a warrior with a heart, one full and willing to give love. Each partner is different. Some develop to more than others. Some are truly just a moment and then they are gone. But you will never run out."
Seto To nods at the man, before stretching and yawning. "Mmm... Goodness, though, it is getting late."
Seto To looks at the clock and does a double take, giggling. "Oh my... Four bells at least."
Berke Oronir: "I think I've used up far too much of your time."
Seto To smiles. "Used up is too strong a word."
Berke Oronir leaned forward, cupping her cheek affectionately as he pressed his lips to hers.
Seto To: "But I am exhausted. I usually am in bed long before this..." She murmurs, before kissing back.
Berke Oronir smirked against her lips, moving to stand up and out of the water. "A shame. I'm a damn good cuddler too." he said, winking as he walked past her.
Seto To laughs and shakes her head. "I have only one rule that I enforce about this room." She teases.
Berke Oronir: "And that is?"
Seto To: "There are only two people allowed to sleep in that bed overnight without our joint consent."
Berke Oronir smirks confidently at you.
Seto To: "Myself, and Vera."
Berke Oronir: "I won't take anyting I've not earned."
Seto To nods at the man. "Don't... Tell Gyoni, by the way."
Seto To looks away.
Berke Oronir nodded. "Your secret is safe with me. If you're ever wanting. Goblet, ward three. Apartment subdivision. Number thirty five."
Seto To blushes and rolls her eyes. "Alright."
Berke Oronir moved to gather his clothes, dressing once more. "Mn, not just sex. But next time... a dojo?"
Seto To smiles at the man and nods. "We have one, yes... Certainly."
Seto To: "Sleep well, sir."
Berke Oronir placed his fingers to his lips, before placing them over his heart, bowing deeply to her. "I look forward to it once more, To-un Seto." he said, flashing her a wink. "Rest well, Miss. Until then."
Berke Oronir bows courteously to you.
Seto To smiles at that and nods.
Seto To: "Take care..."
Seto To: "Arslan..."
Seto To nods.
Berke Oronir winks at you.