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No, you would've somehow made me think it was my idea all along - it's what diplomats do, right? [ She shrugs, still very much unbothered. Even if it had caused Halsin some agony to find out all that Kagha had done to the Grove in his (albeit brief) absence, Ea didn't regret it. Elves who went druids first and tried to murder tiefling children didn't deserve the mercy of persuading them to give up their ways - besides which, Ea's forte isn't in being charismatic, and she'd been operating on indignation and anger when she'd faced Kagha. In conclusion: she remains unbothered by the outcome of that fight.

It would be fair to say that without the fight, her heat wouldn't have kickstarted in the middle of the Emerald Grove, and she would've never found herself in Zevlor's bed(roll) to begin with.

It would've been a tragedy and a loss, in hindsight. Also, she'd love to get find her way back to his his bed again, and soon, because he's giving her ideas. ]

Nooo, a setup for A Pleasurable Deal, the Sequel would be if you'd decided a rightful punishment would've been for some strapping paladin to take me over their knee and spank me into submission.

[ Was that too explicit? She's not laughing like him, but there is a mischievous light in her brightly coloured eyes that betrays her own amusement here. ]

Hmm - note to self, maybe I'll pickpocket you one of these days just for that.

[ He seems like the kind of man who'd just as easily turn her ass bright pink as he'd call her sweetheart while doing it.

She spots Elfsong as they turn the corner, and bites the corner of her lips to stave off a flutter of anticipation. ]

Come - we can head up around the back, there's a stairway up to the rental rooms. It's late enough that the room might be empty right now, the others mentioned wanting to try out The Blushing Mermaid for dinner because Karlach mentioned the ale's the best there...

[ She's not nervous. She isn't. ]

Isobel and Aylin might be there, but I think you'll like them - Aylin's a little intense, mind you.

[ She's not nervous, but she's leading him up to the rooms from the side of the building, talking the whole way to not give him too much of a chance to bring up the fact that she's the one who planted the thought of sexy spanking in his mind. ]

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[He chuckles and shakes his head.] Or maybe I'd have been able to talk the vicious old viper down myself.

[But that's optimistic of him, the hope of a man who was trained to protect a city, and who hoped that all protectors would share his values. Kagha did not. He's not upset about the outcome of that situation, either.

Meanwhile, the idea of spanking her makes him sputter and blush, amused but also...not so shocked by the idea.] 'Strapping', is it? Was that a pun? If you want to play games, you don't have to goad me, though. Just ask.

...perhaps not spanking tonight, though. I'm a little worn from travel.

[He has no idea who Isobel and Aylin are, though had she referred to Aylin as the Nightsong, he might have caught on. There were many whispers in his head as he lay trapped in that damned pod, and some of them he remembers.]

Whoever they are, if you trust them, I'll do what I can to earn their trust in turn.

[ Noted - she will have to be very open and direct about what she wants from him, which is a request she would be most happy to comply with. Her desires and preference run the gamut of what could be considered kinky, with the filthiest part of it being the fact that she is very prepared to let herself love someone, finally.

Chance has it that her heart is set on a very particular someone, whom she's had an affinity towards since their first meeting.

It's not Aylin, for the record. But once inside the quarters in the inn, the aasimar does actually happen to strike up a conversation with Zevlor - she has heard about the paladin, because Ea has run her mouth (and gushed) about him before. The rest of their fairly large group is not absent either, most of them lounging in the common area and pretending (poorly) to not be curious about Zevlor's arrival and joining of them.

Eventually, Ea shows him a bed on one side of the large chamber, where Isobel, Aylin, and herself sleep currently, and tells him that he's welcome to make himself at home there.

But at some point, while she Karlach talks to Zevlor about Avernus, she steps outside and runs downstairs to the owner of the tavern. Her intention is, you understand, to rent a private bath - but a tub comes with a room, so this is why closer to the evening, with the sun setting, she leads Zevlor into a quiet, smaller room, fit with a bed and a tub that currently is full of steaming water. ]

Here you go - I think they've left some oils here too, but I have a bottle of weavemoss-scented oil that I use for my horns. Most people don't understand that tiefling horns need special care.

[ She pauses, standing near the tub, and looks at him. ]

I'd like to join you.

[Zevlor remembers all too well (with a blend of affection and gentle regret) how she seemed so confused by being spoiled with tenderness. He's likely to continue on in that vein, given half a chance, and he has to hope he doesn't overwhelm her. Is that love? Could it be, if allowed to grow?

As predicted, he finds Aylin a little intense. Part of that is just the awareness that she is a paladin in her own right, and he is...not? If his failure in the Shadowlands had broken his Oath at last, he would have surely seen the knight by now. He's not sure what that makes him, and his bewilderment must come through in his conversation with her. Her tone with him isn't that different than the one she took with Shadowheart. An older sibling, one with wisdom to impart and encouragement to offer. He's left rattled, but not really displeased.

Actually he's confused by how positive the reception of him by Ea's companions seems to be. No one has anything personal to say. Astarion is very much Astarion, but his barbs are general, and more witty than cruel. Karlach is, like Aylin, intense, but she's also a tiefling, and he's at home with her.

When Ea returns, he's had some food and drink and dozed briefly, and he no longer shakes when he follows her.] Weavemoss, hm? There used to be a little apothecary I got oil from in Elturel. My scent was apples and myrrh.

[He smiles at her, slow and sweet, when she says she'd like to join him.] I rather thought that was a given, my dear. [His hands come to rest at her waist.] Shall I help undress you?

Ooh - that sounds very nice. [It sounds like he'd smell delicious, in a way that begs to be kissed and bitten. She worries for a moment that she's moving too fast, but then he holds her waist and asks about her clothes, and she realises: not fast enough.

Not nearly fast enough.

Lavender eyes meet fire white, the pause lasting the time it takes for Ea to lick her lips, and then she closes the distance between them in every possible way. Every possible way for now, at least.

So, her hands slip up to grab onto the front of his shirt, tugging him close enough to press her body against his from hips to chest, her mouth meeting his with no hesitation. It's as if the kiss they exchanged in Rivington was just a warm-up, and promise, and now she's cashing it in. No magically-enhanced heat to drive her to desperation, Zevlor gets the undiluted version of her want, and it is still intense.

Her eyes slip closed with a pleased sigh, pressed into the kiss, before she grazes his lower lip with her teeth, and slides her tongue past them, hungry. ]

Mm, [ Not exactly an answer for him, but - ] Do.

[With or without sex, the sheer comfort and reassurance of physical touch is compelling. Given the way she touches him, looks at him, pulls him against her and presses close, he's pretty sure sex is on the table as well, and despite the recent hardship, he's already responding. Can he just fling himself into this, pleasing her, letting her please him, getting lost in her touch and her voice and her scent? Will that be enough to chase the shadows away, at least for a little while?

He shivers pleasantly when she breaks the kiss, makes a faint ahh noise at the nip and lick, and smiles, nudging his forehead against hers as his fingers seek the clasps of her clothing. Leather armor first, and then he sinks lightly to one knee to undo her pants for her, more courtly than submissive, but with a playful glint in his eyes, as if he's testing her to see where they're headed with this.]

[ She's helpful - she can be very helpful, really, in general - so when he undoes her leather armor, she sheds it and lets it fall down beside her feet. The jacket falls as he drops to one knee, and she gives him a playful smile. ]

Are you going to be a tease about it, now? [ She reaches out and holds onto his broad shoulder, for balance, so she can toe off her boots. Then, she pulls the undershirt she wears beneath her armor off as well, leaving an expanse of bare skin - ridges, freckles, scars - and only her underwear covering her breasts, barely. She shrugs, as if offering explanation for her hurry. ] Water'll get cold.

Only if you want me to be. [He helps her out of her trousers, staying where he is for a moment just to admire the lines of her body as she stands before him.]

You're as lovely as I remembered. [He runs his hands up the backs of her legs, teases the underside of her tail with the tips of his claws, and then hooks the waistband of her underwear to pull it down.]

Can't have the water getting cold. [He says, although it rather looks like he'd be happy to just admire her from this angle, pussy first, for a while. He rises again, reaching to help with her bra, and this might be about the time for her to remind him he's going to have to get naked, too.

So sue him, he's having fun with this.]

[ Well - fuck. His admiration carries heat with it, and she can't help but clench in anticipation. Her mouth is dry by the time he rises, her mind a bit muzzy with the steam and the steam, but - yes. Zevlor's clothes have to fuck right off, too.

Sweetly, ] Here, darling, let me help you with that.

[ And that is, in this case, his trousers, which she unfastens and gets loose with both hands. Because she loves a reverse uno card situation, in the process of taking them off she drops smoothly to one knee, and pulls both his pants and underwear down, not managing to remove them in full because he sadly still in his boots. But the view from down here is a tremendous one. ]

Oh, hello.

[ She lets go of all pretenses to undress him now and sinks down to both knees before him, wrapping one hand around his cock. ] It's been a while. [ She slides her hand down, from the tip to the base of his very confident, very memorable cock, and leans forward to shamelessly nuzzle her lips against the head. She opens her eyes and looks up. ]

Missed this. [ His cock, or getting to kiss it hello, is anyone's game, but now that she's down here she just goes for it. That frenzy of a heat they had as their only experience together didn't give her a chance to just enjoy him. She'd needed him too much, to an insane degree, but there is clarity now. There is also time.

There is Ea licking a long stripe up along the underside of his cock and wrapping her mouth around it to suck. ]

[He should have known he was tempting fate. Just that sweet little 'darling' earns her a flush of his ears as he leans closer to her, openly interested in more of her playful affections. He would kiss her right about now, except she opts to busy herself with his own clothes.

He makes a small sound of surprise as she sinks down, grinning as he picks up on her plans.] Missed you, too. Both of us.

[Oh, she offered this before, didn't she? She was giddy with lust at the time, in the midst of her heat, so he was disinclined to push her into it. Now, though, they have space, and they're both in their right minds...more or less.

Gently, he smooths back her hair, sweeps it up into a loose handful and hold it out of the way at the nape of her neck. His gaze is heated, but tender.] Dear gods, Ea...you have the softest, sweetest lips...

[ If memory serves (and memory of that day serves and has served her and her right hand many times over the course of the past months) her mouth wasn't the only thing she offered up to him in the frenzy of her heat.

He might come to learn soon enough that she meant it. All of that desperation is duller now, without the effects of that enhanced, frantic state, but still there. Different verse, same melody.

She wants him, she even needs him, but she gets to take her time and enjoy the clarity of both their minds.

Here, for instance, in the way her eyes flutter closed in pleasure as he gathers her hair at her nape, and praises her mouth. She hums, letting him feel the reverberations against his cock, and slowly makes work of taking more and more of his length in her mouth. There are the physical differences between tieflings and the other species, especially men - the way the underside of his cock drags against her tongue has her groaning, panting around it, and curling her toes in pleasure.

She works him lovingly, dilligently, indulgently. One hand around the base to hold it steady, her head bobbing forwards and backwards, her sweet lips stretched around the girth to take it. ]

[It's in his nature to triple-check for clear-headed consent whenever he can. Her consent during her heat was enthusiastic, but perhaps less clear-headed than she is now. He's in no hurry, and his own needs tend to be more emotional than physical, but being the object of her desire and her affection is glorious. He'll gladly do things for her, with her, to her, that ought to make a paladin blush.

The way her eyelashes flutter reminds him how much she liked his praise before.] Sweet girl... [He murmurs, petting her hair, but then curls his fingers around one of her horns. He's disinclined to manhandle her, but sometimes just the feeling of being held onto is a pleasure.] I don't know what I did to get you to be so good to me, but gods, please don't stop.

[And maybe, overall, 'sweet' isn't the most fitting descriptor for her. Playful, troublesome, clever, something like that might be more accurate, but who cares? For him, right now, she's sweet as honey, and he's been starved for it.]

[ His instincts are fine and sharp, because his hand on her horn makes her moan around his cock again, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine. If there is a kink out there that her partner expresses an interest in, Ea would try it at least once for them (more, if she likes it too). So maybe he doesn't manhandle her now, but it wouldn't be off the table completely.

Maybe on the day they try out that fantasy of him taking her in hand to persuade her to give up her thieving ways?

Meanwhile, nothing stop her from enjoying the weight of his cock on her tongue, the steady hold of his hand in her hair and around one horn, and his praise - he is sweet like honey.

She sucks him off for a few more agonisingly slow strokes, and then pulls her mouth away to look up at him. ]

Don't stop, huh? Do you want to come in my mouth, darling? [ He's not the only one who wants clear-headed consent here.

She presses a kiss to the tip of his cock and uses her hand to stroke him while she waits for his answer. ]

[It's a thrill to realize she loves to be touched with a firm hand, even when not in the throes of heat. He will always err on the side of gentleness, especially now when he feels fragile, himself, but there are many, many possibilities open for future trysts. He'll remember.

When she pulls herself off him, he's panting, the rise and fall of his chest visible even though he's still half dressed. He looks down at her, gaze drifting to the sheen of her lips. He's torn now, half chivalry, half lust; his thumb strokes across her cheekbone, down to the corner of her mouth reverently.]

Yes... [He says softly, opting for honesty.] Yes, I think I do, beloved. But be sure I'll pay you back in kind, one way or another, before the night's out.

[ The smallest turn of her head, enough to kiss the fingerprint of his thumb, before her expression turns solemn. 'Pay you back' is a tricky way of putting it, when she's being generous to follow her own desires.

He has to know. ] No, dear - no. There's no need to think of it as equivalent exchange, we're not trading tit for tat here. If you do want to taste me later, by all means, but don't do it just because I'm here. Alright?

[He knows better, in general. It's just that there is a part of him dedicated to care and sacrifice for others, and has a hard time accepting it for himself. The tenderness of the atmosphere makes him feel like she's looking after him, far more than their tryst in the Grove or the brief makeout session outside the city did.

He likes it. He knows he needs it. He just wants to make sure he's not taking too much.]

I want to feel you so close to me the imprint of your skin stays on mine for hours after. [He tells her softly.] I want your affection and your trust wrapped around me like armor, until I can make myself whole again.

Make me come, please, sweet? And let me hold you tight afterwards, in the water.

[ The concerns she had around misgivings he might have (that this was an exchange of favours instead of the tenderness and care she wants to shower him with) melt away at that. She feels something surge inside her at the idea of that - her trust, made armor, her affection turned to protective steel.

She gives him a smile, reaching up to squeeze one hip, and presses a kiss to his thumb again. ]

Good man. [ And since he asked so well, she turns her attention back on his cock and licks a hot stripe along the underside of it, looking up at him still. ] You're allowed to move, if you need it. [ He's allowed to rock into her mouth if she does her job of driving him to the brink of madness with pleasure, is what she means. But he'll figure it out, or he won't. Either way, Ea gets busy, picking up where she left off on making a steady work of taking more, and more, and more of his length in her mouth, with every suck and bob of her head.

At some point, when she feels the head brush against the back of her throat, she lets her eyes flutter closed - only a little frown to betray she's concentrating here - and releases a steady breath out through her nose, and goes deeper. ]

[Sex is better, he feels, when it is reciprocal. If both partners aren't getting off at once, taking turns is only polite! But it's not just a matter of physical pleasure, and her response reminds him of that. There is affection here. Something that's already very close to love, a bud that could bloom beyond their control at any moment.

Hells, maybe it's already there, but they're just not quite ready to name it when the world could end around them.

The least he can do for her is to be honest about his own weaknesses, his need for care. Her care, specifically. Good man she says, and he gasps and shudders at the feel of her tongue on his cock.]

Duly noted. [His voice is raspy, almost wrecked already, and he takes up her invitation, petting her hair and tugging at her horns, more playful than demanding, as she resumes taking him down.

Hells, but she's good at this! He goes still when he feels the back of her throat, breathing fast but patiently letting her do what she wishes with him, because he has a guess where this is going. He is by no means disappointed by the result; his body curls a little bit, leaning over her subtly, and he gives a deep, approving moan.]

Oh, gods, that feels...Ea... [It's a blessed relief, physical sensation that isn't pain, touch that isn't laden with shame. He almost wants to cry with it.]

[ She is both good at this because of practice and because she's motivated. If ever there was a time and place for what is going to be a very worshipful blowjob, it's here. If ever a person to get it, Zevlor is.

Encouraged by all his sounds, by his touch, by all the delicious reactions she's getting from him, she pulls up with a solid suck. Focuses her attentions around the head of his cock for now, covering the rest with her hand, relentless in the pursuit of his pleasure.

The tiefling admitted to wanting to come. Of course she's going to make it a goal she chases with single-minded drive. ]

Sweeter the fruits

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that paladin charisma talking 😎

he has his moments

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