Erynn-Dalandau etc

[13:26 PM] Erynn Dinasque goes limp on Dalan's lap; not exactly loving that she was lying rather powerlessly under his command but still enjoying the soothing cream. The limpness of indecision. The fourth, arguably third, most awkward kind of limpness.
[13:30 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz on the other hand is loving it, gently rubbing the balm into the sore skin of the elven girl's red cheeks, his fingers not at all shy about getting down in between the buttocks, or between her thighs. "You were a good girl tonight," he says with a smile in his voice, the hand not occupied by her ass gently running through her hair. "I'm surprised you could take all that."
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[13:34 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "No you're not. You were holding back." Erynn tenses up the first time he breaches her defensive perimeter, but once she's satisfied he's not getting too bold--as ever, a difficult line to draw in the chaotic field of assrubs--she takes it in stride.
[13:39 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "It's true," he chuckles, "I was. But that doesn't change anything." The elf feels him get a little bolder, but still not too bold. His hands are gentle, a contrast to the sting of the crop. They caress down between her thighs, over her lips, soothing them with the tingling lotion. "I see I wasn't the only one who enjoyed myself." And it's true he did; against Erynn's stomach there's a stiff poking.
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[13:47 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "I don't recall that area getting whipped much, mate."
[13:52 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "I'm not hearing a 'stop'," he muses, sliding his middle finger between her inner lips, with his forefinger and ring finger on either side, rubbing along the inside and outside, moving his down to her front.
[13:58 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Aah--oi! You spellcasters--always tampering with things beyond your ken!" She rolls off his lap onto the ground. And of course she rolls when she lands, that's just common knowledge.
[14:05 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz would never doubt her ability to roll. He lets his hands slip through her long white hair, and looks down at her, then casually wipes his hand off on the edge of the bed, throwing his legs over so he can sit in front of Erynn. "I didn't here a 'stop'. Sometimes I think you deny yourself a good time just to be difficult." He unties his trousers, and takes out his dick, "but just because you don't want anything doesn't mean I don't want anything."
[14:06 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is maybe you should put those nice white gloves to use."
[14:09 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Well, I don't know..." she dips her fingers into the same tingly balm. "I suppose if it involves ruining something expensive bought with someone else's money." She rubs the cream onto his shaft, then keeps rubbing it in with her palm.
[14:16 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz spreads his legs with a low moan, and leans back his head. "Mm, that stuff is better than I thought..." he murmurs, half to himself as he twitches in the elf's skilled hands, feeling the odd sensation of wet gloves.
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[14:22 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Tingly, right?" She dips in a handful of her dress and slathers another glob onto his dick; certainly more than can reasonably be rubbed into his skin. She squishes the blob around to every angle, making sure to cover every millimeter with the tingly stuff.
[14:26 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Oh, yeah..." he intones, unable to keep from grinning. His cock twitches, and flexes in her hands, the head expanding at her touch. "Damn you always know what you're doing..."
[14:29 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Well, no, not at all. I'm just good at improvising." She sniffs. "Is this stuff flavored? Just scented? Toxic?"
[14:33 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Smells minty," he says, tugging off his shirt. He tosses it across the room, and leans back with a satisfied moan.
[14:35 PM] Erynn Dinasque shifts the remaining glob onto Dalan's scrotum, where it'll be out of the way as she pops his cock into her mouth.
[14:38 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz lets out a long sucking noise that fades into a pleasant laugh as he feels her lips around him. The lotion is indeed a bit minty, and gives her mouth a nice tingle.
[14:40 PM] Erynn Dinasque sucks for a few seconds, but pops right back off, spitting and sputtering. "Okay, I'm almost positive that stuff's not edible." But ain't nothin' in this world worth doing's easy; looks like Erynn'll have to beat this cock the old-fashioned way, with sweat and elbow grease and rubbing the balls.
[14:48 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz is not so sure how he feels about his cock being beat with sweat and elbow grease, since that kind of sounds painful, but rubbing his balls with that tingly balm does make him let out a long hiss that turns into a moan. "That is an interesting feeling. Like ice on my jewels." He reaches his wet hand up and runs it across his own chest.
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[14:54 PM] Erynn Dinasque pulls off her gloves--fun as it is ruining them, they'd only slow down the next step, and she needs to think big-picture. She grabs another dollop of the cream and spreads it around her hands; with the two coats of lube she's able to jerk with impressive speed.
[15:00 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz lets out a little yelp, and clutches at the sheets, lifting up his chest to watch her work. He closes one eye, and can't keep from humping up into her hands. "Ah! Sl-slow down!" he says, trying to hold back.
[15:01 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "What, now you think giving orders is going to work?" She can feel her hands growing warmer.
[15:05 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz kicks a little, clutching at the sheets and biting his lip to stifle a moan, "I love... Nngh when you give... Ah! as good as you get," he half growls, leaning his head back against the bed. He isn't ready to give up yet, even if his dick seems to have other plans.
[15:20 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Give as good as I get? Oh, kiddo, you're giving yourself too much credit. You're simply a cog in my master plan." Fappafappafappafappa.
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[15:36 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Master pl-- Nnghh!" he gets distracted, and tries to tense up, but it's too late. He leans forward, abs tightening, hips thrusting upward. His toes curl, and like a fountain of thick white cream, he cums, a long rope of semen shooting up into the air and splashing across his stomach. The next doesn't go as far, and then it starts to ooze out along Erynn's dark fingers, all thick and white. "Damn..." he laughs, stomach still tightening on itself.
[15:40 PM] Erynn Dinasque makes sure she gets plenty of splatter on her chest. "I should clarify, my master plan to ruin this dress. It was fun for an evening, I suppose, but reckless destruction is really more my thing."
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[15:41 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Haha, well, it seems you've succeeded."
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[15:45 PM] Erynn Dinasque turns her back to Dalan. "Hey, Mr. Big-Strong-Man, as long as you're a big strong man or whatever, could you tear me out of this thing? I could cut it out, but, well, why cut when you can tear?"
[15:55 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz grabs Erynn by the armpits and picks her up roughly, throwing her back on the bed. "Happy to be of service, as always." He's on top of her quickly, and puts both hands at the collar of her dress. He tugs both hands, tearing at the seam, and then jerks, tearing a long uneven gash along the front. He looks down at her, straddling her legs and putting his hands inside the now ruined dress, pressing his palms into her stomach and ribs. "Reckless destruction certainly is fun."
[15:59 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "That is not good workmanship, huh?" she can't help but note. "I'd say we got ripped off, but, well. I suppose we'll have to send the earl a courier letting him know he got ripped off--he'll want to know."
[16:03 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "I don't know," he says, running his hands over the girl's skin, tracing his fingers over the little scars that come from being a rogue. "I see some good workmanship."
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[16:06 PM] Erynn Dinasque kicks the dress off the rest of the way, which at the same time not-quite-intentionally frees her from Dalandau's pin. She rolls onto her stomach, still-sore ass pointed towards the heavens, as if longing to join the asses of legend. "Mind magicking up something more comfortable?"
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[16:11 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz is almost, almost tempted to put her back in the maid uniform, "What the hell, you earned it," he says, leaning down to kiss her bare ass. Instead he magicks her up a pair of soft barometz wool pajamas, loose and breathing. He gives himself a pair as well, after wiping his stomach off with the discarded dress and tossing it across the room into the corner.
[16:18 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz points out that said pajamas are a long nightdress style, that comes down to her thighs, not long trousers.
[16:18 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Hm. These are definitely comfy, and I had to cast 'google' to know what 'barometz' even meant."
[16:19 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Funny," he says, laying down next to her and stroking her proficient ass, "I didn't see that on your spell list."
[16:21 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "I guess you're rubbing off on me. Wait, I'm--uh--is that the present perfect tense of 'I rubbed you off'? I'm sure that's the case, if nothing else." She's forced to adjust her newly-created panties; surely there must be more to them, and they've just been smitten with some sort of illusion that makes them seem absent.
[16:32 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Well, I'm certainly rubbing you at least," he says with a grin, his hands running across her bruised cheeks. They're mostly dry by now. He gives a squeeze.
[16:35 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Oi! Still a mite tender, there, love. If you simply can't resist, consider grabbing the most taut, muscular pillow from the bed to satisfy you in the meantime."
[16:37 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz shifts in the bed, pushing Erynn further up to the pillows. It's a huge bed, and there's plenty of room to move around in. He lifts the hem of her gown and kisses one of the bruises. Then he kisses another. "I did quite a number on you," he says, a touch of pride in his voice.
[16:40 PM] Erynn Dinasque takes a pillow in her own arms to squeeze; it helps, somehow. "Just make sure it's all healed up before the next time I need it. I don't want to go on disability."
[16:45 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "I'll make sure it's healed up before the next time I need it," he teases, moving his lips across her dark skin to kiss at each of the bruises, going down her thighs, and back up to the shelf of her ass.
[16:47 PM] Erynn Dinasque smiles, his kisses definitely making her feel better as she thinks of all the dirty old-lady butts that crop had undoubtedly touched before her own.
[16:49 PM] Erynn Dinasque: Also just a little regular-better.
[16:51 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz on the other hand thinks of all the beautiful plump Not-French-Because-France-Doesn't-Exist maid butts that the crop touched before her shapely and unparalleled ass. "This is my favourite part of you, I think," he muses, half to himself. "Well, other than your brain, but I can't really have sex with that."
[16:54 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Or can you... no, no, I'm sure you can but that's just taking things to a whole new awful level." She looks up at him. "Wait a minute--I know that look in your eye. You're imagining maid butts, aren't you?"
[16:58 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz looks up at Erynn from her butt, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "Their butts can't compare to yours."
[17:00 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "You kiss-ass." For a brief moment the sun rises in the sky and a choir of songbirds fills the room with the music of angels, all with the immense serendipity of that spectacular line.