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21:47:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: The Troll wrapped his big arms around the small waist of the purple skinned woman. Lifting her up some, he pressed his lips to hers. His head being planted between those horns once he was had given her a proper greeting. "It is good to see you, Lu." He »
21:47:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » was easily able to hold her with one arm, the other rising so his fingers could touch her cheek.
21:50:25 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: The initial lift takes her for a bit of a surprise, but she smiles nonetheless and returns the kiss, as light as it might be, with her arms laying over and around his shoulders. "I don't think I've ever been greeted like that before... I might get used »
21:50:25 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » to it." A little grin, and she leans into his touch at her cheek, that tail swish giving away how she adores the connection. "It's good to see you too, Ahozjo."
21:54:29 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: He returned her grin, stroking her cheek tenderly with his big, brutish finger. "It is how I wish to treat you." The Troll held the woman close to him, the heat of his body. The warm, sweaty smell of him lingering in the air around them. "Joo were »
21:54:29 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » goin' ta show me yah true form." He nibbled at her ear after speaking, nuzzling up against the Elven woman he had quickly come to find himself enthralled with.
21:57:11 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: "Right," she nods, glancing down to the ground with a chuff as her booted feet wob back and forth, butting into his lower thighs. "We'll need to go somewhere more private, where less people are likely to stumble across and yell about trapping me or »
21:57:11 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » something equally stupid." She takes that first comment in stride outwardly, but inwardly, she's hurrying along getting out of the moment so he doesn't have a chance to see how flustered that might have made her.
22:00:40 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: The Troll slowly lets Lusi down from his arms, placing her booted feet down gently on the boardwalk. "Of course," he replied. He was, however, not blind and did notice how flustered she got. A pinch was given to her and a wink to her face.
22:03:17 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: Nodding up at him, she turns on her heel and starts off, not acknowledging anything else or waiting to see if he follows. As she walks, she fiddles with one of the vials on her belt aimlessly.
22:05:44 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: He followed her, eyes on the sway of her hips as she walked, the way she played with those vials. She seemed nervous and he did not care for that. He found her to be far too sweet for such things. Far too pure (even if she had been sopping wet from the »
22:05:44 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » scent of his balls).
22:10:12 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: She leads him to /her/ spot, unaware or just unmentioning of the way he looks at her while she walks. At some point though, she moves her hips a bit more with each step, that tail moving more as well. Enticement, perhaps. When they reach the pond and »
22:10:12 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » her rock, she removes her staff and the vial-laden belt, setting the weapon down and handing the belt over to him. "Try not to break any of those. They're expensive." She chuckles some, turning her back to him and removing her shirt to keep from »
22:10:12 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » losing it in the shift, showing off those slits in her back and that pair of jade bulbs that pierce the base of her tail.
22:13:54 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: He watched his 'Elven' companion, the way she waggled her tail back and forth. The enticing sway of her hips. She must have known he was watching. How could she not? And once they were deep in that forest, far from prying eyes. He took her things from »
22:13:54 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » her, setting them far to the side, safe from whatever was about to happen. His fingers touching at the pierced back of her Elven form. "Yah got so many a' dese," he whispered to her, a nibble being given to one of her eat tips before he stepped »
22:13:54 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » back, giving her room to work.
22:18:47 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: "Not as many as peopple would assume," she chuffs, dropping her shirt and reaching back to unhook the simple bra she wears. "It's really just the nether ones... The surprise in someone's voice or on their face when they see I have more than my nose and »
22:18:47 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » the singles in my ears... It's amusing." The bra falls, too, and she toes out of her boots, kicking them off to the ruin platform behind him. Her pants are wiggled out of next, and the bulk of the gashes and tears from the satyr scuffle are »
22:18:47 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » revealed, covering her legs and making it clear why shorts are shied away from. Off go her panties as well, tossed into the same pile, and she fluffs her hair, smiling up at him. "Still sure you want to see?"
22:25:51 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: “Still a lot,” he watched her form. It was the first time he had seen her naked. He took in every moment of the slow strip she performed. Watching as articles of clothing flew passed him into the pile that was forming behind him. And those scars. »
22:25:51 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » He could not help but reach out, touching them softly with his rough fingers, stroking her supple flesh. A small, playful stroke being given to her pussy, a lingering twist to the piece of metal in her clit. His eyes watched her face as he did so. »
22:25:51 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » Finally, he stepped back from her, nodding his head to her words. “Yes. I want it.” He eyed her up and then down and then up again, settling his gaze on her face. “I want ta see da real joo.” He folded his arms, watching, waiting.
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: She hadn't expected to be touched at all, let alone over the slits and between her legs. She shivers, biting down on her lip and debating for a moment whether she should take the time to go through the entire shift, or just allow her stagnate features »
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » to form and have him take her. Head shakes, and she clears her throat, ignoring the damp that starts and makes her slit glisten in the right light. "Alright," she huffs, inhaling deeply before letting her face scrunch, those back slits bubbling up »
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » and splitting to let her wings grow out, breaching her back with an outcry and spreading when they've fully left her. Each wing spans longer than he is tall, the boning a deep violet and the webbing an emerald green that bears mild transparencies. »
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » Her visage lengthens, bones cracking and reforming as she lets that scream continue, her claw-shifted feet slipping back towards the water and eventually, she falls in, though only to keep her form from knocking into him and pushing him off of the »
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » small stone platform. The rest of the shift takes place under that water surface amid the dark, but when she emerges, it is front claw first, grasping into the rock and cracking it under the weight and pressure. Emerald scaled head and shoulders »
22:37:02 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » lift from that pond surface, water falling down from the sharp ridges along her body, and she merely waits, allowing him time to process and reflect before she offers any words of her own.
22:49:04 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: Without a doubt, Ahozjo was shocked. Not shocked that she was a dragon. She had implied as much. She had nearly shown him as much on their first meeting. Still, she was a giant dragon that took a moment to take in. In part because she was blocking most »
22:49:04 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » of his vision and he had to take a step back to see her whole form and in part because she was a giant dragon. Ahozjo was, however, a foolish, brave Troll. He stepped forward, placing a hand on her still rising head. He gave her a stroking pet, »
22:49:04 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » nodding to the giant she-dragon. “Joo…Joo giant,” he almost whispered before chuckling. “An’ joo beautiful.” He looked at her form still, struggling to take it in. “Yah beautiful, Lu.” He peered down at her, trying to look into those »
22:49:04 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » large, draconic eyes. “Big,” he patted his covered package. “Too big for dis even.” But he smiled, nodding. “But joo beautiful.” He stroked her head again. “I mean.” He patted his heart, leaving his hand there after the second. “I »
22:49:04 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » truly do.”
22:58:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: He amuses her, that's for sure. And he isn't running, or screaming, or getting his nets. Granted, he /had/ known, somewhat, beforehand what she was, there's still always a stunning clarity that comes when one /proves/ they're not making things up and »
22:58:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » that the outlandish claims they've made are /true/. As he pats her and speaks, she leans and rests her chin on the edge of the stone platform, her grizzled snout likely peaking near his top, if not larger entirely, but the angle would allow him to »
22:58:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » see into those lilac-violet swirled eyes. When she speaks, it does not come from her mouth or throat, but the air around him, or, if he pays attention, he'll notice it comes from one of the many vials on her belt. "You chose your words wisely, »
22:58:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » Ahozjo," she chortles, her head shaking with the sound that comes from her throat. "This form is inconvenient for the things I enjoy doing. I do not take it often, if I can help it."
23:04:06 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: A kiss was planted on the dragon’s head (nose?) that was laying down in front of him. “Yah beautiful. I still would stick my cock in joo.” He nodded his head firmly, stroking her head as tenderly as a large Troll could stroke the head of a larger »
23:04:06 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » dragon. It was romantic, in a strange, fantastical way. Finally, Ahozjo stood up straight, looking at the swirling pools that made up her eyes. The Troll just admired the dragon, there was truly nothing else he could do at the moment. She had the »
23:04:06 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » power now. She was in control. He was lost in this interaction but was quite okay with that. He still found Lu in whatever form she took to be something else. Like something out of a dream.
23:10:15 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: A low, graveled purr fills the entirety of the dragon's throat, shaking the ground and making small waves ripple through the pond, the fish skirt entirely away from her. "I would say that you could try," the vial'd voice answers, "but that wouldn't be »
23:10:15 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » as fun for /me/." Pulling away from his touch, she stands, those scales and their violet glow shimmering, engulfing her in a soft light. The process for cramming into a small body is much less extravagant, or at least she makes it look so, for that »
23:10:15 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » light shrinks, and with it, so does her form. When it fades, she stands before him, soaked to the bone and thigh-length hair drooping in a heap around her. Arms come up, covering her chest by crossing there, and rubbing at her upper arms for some »
23:10:15 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » warmth. "Lot colder out here wet."
23:17:13 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: Once more the Troll scooped the ‘Elven’ woman into his arms, holding her close to his chest. “Yah so beautiful.” He was warm. Really warm, even now sweat was on his body. The Troll just seemed to sweat all the time. Cradling her in his arms, he »
23:17:13 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » peered down at her. He was bigger than her again and easily able to keep her wrapped in his arms. Those burning blue orbs of his cast down on her, watching her face as he kept her close. Slowly, he turned walking the Elf into the dry shade of one of »
23:17:13 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » the massive trees of Ashenvale. With his back pressed to the bark, he slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground with the ‘Elven’ beauty in his arms. He leaned back, just resting a moment, thinking on what had just transpired between »
23:17:13 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » them. The fact that he was cradling a dragon in his arms was also food for thought. And that he had fucked one. His mind was swimming.
23:22:14 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: There's not much that she can do now but accept that she's being carried away by a walking heater. So what does she do? Cuddles into him, pulling her legs up and trying to bury herself into the warmth of his skin more than the plate of his armor. Her »
23:22:14 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » cheek finds a nice place on his breast, her hand coming up to trace little shapes on his sternum until he reaches the tree, where upon settling, she brings her tail up towards herself and starts trying to wring out some of the excess wet in that fur »
23:22:14 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » onto the ground at his side. Her hair clings to him, catching in his armor when she pulls away to tend to her tail, and the odor of her botanical hobby wafts from her wet flesh. She won't push him to process, just sits there, on his lap, trying to »
23:22:14 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » dry out.
23:29:18 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: When she rose up, she pulled her back in keeping her close to his chest. His nose inhaling her potent botanical aroma, there was going to be no getting that out of his skin for some time. Not that he cared. His musk was always strong. He always smelled »
23:29:18 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » like he just lifted some heavy objects and put them back down again. A little bit of floral wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t mind anyway. His hand finally pulled offer her back, stroking her wet hair as she laid against him. His eyes blinking slowly »
23:29:18 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » as he watched this strange, beautiful creature. What was he going to say? There was nothing to say. He could just enjoy this. Heating her shivering form with the warmth of his Trollish flesh? That was enough for now. For him to really enjoy. Some »
23:29:18 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » things did not need to be said. Some thing were better done without words. His fingers kept petting, stroking at her long blonde hair, tenderly.
23:38:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: Even as she's pulled back in, she doesn't resist, doesn't offer so much as a sound other than the purr that eventually starts to linger in her chest as he pets through her hair. But she can't sit still. It's a curse, really. After a moment of the calm, »
23:38:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » she starts nuzzling into the underside of his jaw, rubbing her nose bridge there before turning her head up more, dragging soft kisses along his lines as she starts to shift in his arms, trying to settle herself straddled on him. Arms slip up and »
23:38:13 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » around his shoulders, her tail swishing and that purr ever growing as she kisses along him still across his jaw and up towards the lobe of his right ear.
23:46:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: The Troll was kissed all over his jaw and then his ear. His fingers coming to cup Lusi’s chin. Burning blue orbs looking on at this strange woman’s own pair of deep eyes. “Thank joo,” he said, giving her a kiss of his own, his hand coming to »
23:46:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » stroke her back since she was now straddling him. That tongue of his invading her mouth and before long it was deep inside her throat, far deeper than it had previously been. It was a deep, deep kiss. Drool was spilling out from the Troll’s lips »
23:46:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » and all over the Elf’s chin. He was careful of his tusk, not wishing to put one in the wrong spot, but still, they were grazing the sides of her long ears. He did not break this kiss, he was deep inside of her maw, lips pressing into lips. The »
23:46:59 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » Troll was in for the long haul on this one.
23:54:54 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: As he shifts her and slithers down into her mouth, she snickers some at first, and groans the deeper, more into the kiss she becomes. Her hands cup his jaw and the back of his neck, holding him to her just in case he might want to slip away and leave »
23:54:54 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » her wanting. Her own drool mixes, dribbling down her chin as her hips subconsciously rock and follow the deep breathing pattern she manages through her nose. That floral-molded plug might even tap against the armor on his thighs as she moves, until »
23:54:54 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » she pulls back, letting go of him and looking up at him with a faint pout. "I can't... Spend a lot of time with you tonight, even though I want to."
23:58:27 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: The Troll nodded, looking on at Lusi with a smile. "I understand, yah." He stroked the side of her face. One of fingers coming down to tap against the floral plug in her ass. His lips nibbling at her ear. "Next time. I'm goin' ta make yah into my ass »
23:58:27 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » slut." He nibbled hard her earlobe and then kissed her briefly again, their drool coating their chests. He awaited her words.
00:02:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: The giggle she lets out is throated and muffled by her hand as a snort breaks through, her head shaking. "That's a bold claim in general, let alone for someone who just saw what you did. You sure you can manage that?" She might tip her hips backward, »
00:02:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » goading a bit more prodding at that plug; she doesn't have to have everything tonight, but a little teasing wouldn't be so bad. "You'll be waiting a while for that, anyway. Only one person is allowed to pull that out to fuck me." Another snort, »
00:02:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » though this one is derisive and unmuffled as she braces her hands on his chest and pushes to stand herself up. "It was a bet, and I never lose my bets."
00:07:19 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: How could Ahozjo not pull on that plug with the tips of his fingers, only to roughly push it back into her hole. His fingers tapping at it as they finally let go of it. "Thought de bet was dat you didn' take it out, huh?" He pushed on it some, letting »
00:07:19 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » the plug go a little deeper than it perhaps should in the stuffed hole. The Troll then looked at the Elf. "But, I tink joo like de idea of yah hole leakin' my seed as waddle yah way back home." He grinned at her, allowing her stand up before he »
00:07:19 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » pulled her wrist, tugging her back down for one last kiss.
00:11:30 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: "/I/ don't take it out. Aside from essentials. /He/ can." She chuffs, her tummy tightening visibly as he toys with her and more of that drool drips down her chin, the equivalent leaking down along her thigh from that pretty cunt. "I have more than one »
00:11:30 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » hole, though when the time comes you'll be more than free to do so to either you like." She kisses him in return, a sharp inhale when he tugs her, and when he lets go she stands again, grinning down at him. "Kind of want to tell you to sit here and »
00:11:30 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » rub one out before you leave... Since I can't do it for you myself."
00:15:12 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: "Dat be my point. Joo ain' takin' it out." He gave a lazy shrug to their exchange. "But dat cheatin' ain' it?" The Troll smiled then at her words, a nod given to his head. "Tink I might let my lova' pick dat one." He winked up at her, hands remaining »
00:15:12 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » to himself for the time. "An' joo tink I be doin' dat for yah? Joo like dat idea?"
00:17:30 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: "That is, indeed, cheating. And was laid out in the agreement, I believe." She'd have to look that one up. It's written down somewhere... "Still like the idea of both, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there." Hands fall to her hips and she nods, »
00:17:30 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » grinning as she bites her lower lip. "I /really/ like that idea. I might even get myself off to the image of it later."
00:20:09 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: He gave another shrug, pulling the 'Elf' in by the wrist for one last kiss. This one even sloppier than their previous, but that tongue kept to swirling and dancing with hers. As he breaks the kiss, he does not let go of her wrist, instead he whispers »
00:20:09 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: » in her ear. "Fine den. I jerk one out for...and to joo." He nibbled her earlobe. "But I'm keepin' de cum an' joo going to clean dat up." He nibbled one last time, letting go of her wrist. "Deal?"
00:23:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: She stays leaned in, even after he lets her go, and reaches up, tapping her fingertip on his nose before that hand cups his jaw, lifting him enough to look into her eyes as she tilts her own head. Assertion. Her tone is firm and laden with it as that »
00:23:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » tail swishes. "You'll have to do it to my memory, and clean yourself up afterward, this time. I'm sure I'm already late to my meeting and I still have to make myself presentable." She doesn't give him room to debate, just stands and steps away, off »
00:23:41 [Lusilande-WyrmrestAccord]: » to grab her clothing from near the pond and leave.
00:25:14 [Ahozjo-WyrmrestAccord]: The Troll still had those torn pants of hers. They would make for a good cum rag. He got to work, inhaling her lingering scent - in the air and on her clothes, as he did.