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Re: Dr. Love, Dr. Death (GargantuaBlarg)
Kormack decidedly noticed that Mavra and Naltaibur had snuck off when he reached the next landing and found that they were no longer behind them, and he walked in on them just as Naltaibur was flopping onto the bed. "What are you doing in here? We've got to get back downstairs where it's safe!" he said, but Mavra smiled reassuringly and said; "Don't worry, she was just feeling feint for a moment. Doing too much magic in a day will do that to you, but she should be alright after a little bit of rest. Plus, she saw something in this apartment that she could use when she was having the lizard explore it, so we'll see if it's real and bring it down with us in a couple of minutes." Kormack was taken aback by the normally silent demon's sudden inspiration to speak, but after a moment he replied; "Oh! Uhhhh.... Well I can just stay here then, don't want anything sneaking in on you two." Mavra waved his concerns away, saying; "We'll be fine so long as we're quiet. There isn't anything dangerous in here, don't worry. You go on down, we'll catch up... But if we aren't back in, say, twenty or thirty minutes, you can come looking for us, alright?" The soldier seemed hesitant, but a bit of prodding from Naltaibur would be enough to send the soldier off with a hesitant nod.
Once they were alone together, Naltaibur was free to get out of as much of her protective suit as she liked, and Mavra quickly moved to sit by the elven doctor's side without needing to be asked to. An arm came around Naltaibur's back and settled around her waist as she leaned against Mavra's shoulder, and the demoness rested a cheek against the top of her lover's head and nuzzled against her softly. "You could, I'm sure.... But you don't need to worry about that," she whispered softly in reply, moving her free hand onto one of Naltaibur's and clasping it gently after Naltaibur had done away with her gloves. Mavra smiled brightly, allowing the mutant elf to feel the change in her expression through her hair and skin, and said; "Of course.... I just wish we could have more time to do it!"
The demoness would happily accept being the little spoon when Naltaibur pulled her onto the bed, shifting so that she was comfortably in the elf's embrace, and though even breathing in the scent of her skin was a potent enough aphrodisiac to get her body going, the effect was muted enough to suggest that Mavra was deliberately suppressing much of it so that they could be comfortable. She could feel her lover smirk when that temptation started wearing at her willpower and caused her to swing a leg over the demon's and wrap her arms around her shoulders, and after Naltaibur stumbled over her statement Mavra chuckled softly and turned her head so that their eyes could meet. Once they had, she said; "It's alright, Naltaibur.... I'm far from starving even after the energy I used, and I know how trying today has been. I don't think we'll have much time to rest here, one way or another, and.... And I don't want to stress you."
Despite her delicate refusal to feed, if Naltaibur still moved to kiss her the demoness would happily comply, parting her lips just slightly as the elf's initially brushed against her own. "I won't..." she whispered softly in reply to Naltaibur's request not to let her pass out, and then had no opportunity to say more as Naltaibur initiated a much deeper kiss, one that Mavra was happy to accept and expand upon. Her mouth open, the demon's tongue moved to dance slowly with Naltaibur's in the space between their mouths, a soft but audible gasp managing to escape that affectionate embrace. The unnaturally beautiful demoness shifted, gradually trying to press every part of herself against her mutated lover all at once as the dance of their tongues progressed. A hand grasped Naltaibur's thigh and pulled her in even closer, and a few moments later she would find that her assumption had been true as she felt the tendrils of Mavra's hungry essence reaching out to wrap around her frayed spirit. She could feel her energies being siphoned off, starting to restore what her lover had spent, but she barely had anything to give at that point, and Mavra was being very tender. She could feel her body heating, both from the nature of their kiss and from the rising pheromones emanating from Mavra, but the demoness made no effort to establish dominance as she had before and would happily relax in the kiss for as long as Naltaibur wished.
When she reached into the sack to scoop out some of the grain, Naltaibur realized that the mouse had, at one point or another, peed and shat in the feed. Given that she had nowhere else to do it, that probably wasn't surprising, but because of it the winged rat wouldn't touch the spoiled grain. She flapped her wings happily when offered a crust of Naltaibur's bread, however, and one of the strangers watched with some amusement as the rodent nibbled on the bits of food offered to her. Gloria came over to Naltaibur on her own while she fed the mouse some of her own meal, having already finished with her share of the sparse rations, and upon sitting down opened her mouth to speak just as Naltaibur contacted her over the shared mental link.
Frowning softly, Gloria fumbled for a response for a moment, before Naltaibur would hear back; ['I know... I know that you mean to protect me. I know, after how dangerous is it was even making it this far, that we'll be going into even greater danger as we get closer to Avenshire. I know all that, but....'] The girl paused in frustration, an emotion that Naltaibur would feel like it was her own over the intimacy offered by the mental link. Tears were forming at the corners of the girls eyes, and she chewed her lip for a moment as her helpless anger was transferred to the elven doctor. ['It's just.... I don't want to be so... So useless! You risked your life to save me earlier, and I haven't even done anything to try and repay you for it.... I know that I can't fight, but maybe... Maybe I can do something! Something to help the wounded, or maybe gather supplies, or... Something! I just... I can't sit down here in a basement while people are risking their lives! There must be some way that I can make myself useful!']
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 11/49, Status = Fine
NPC Stats
Mavra: HP = 63, PP = 54, EP = 42/79, Status = Fine, Pregnant
Father Uldric: HP = 53, PP = 38, EP = 61, Status = Fine
Annabeth (Wizard Template) : HP = 35, PP = 50, EP = 49/55, Status = Fine, +24 Perception on Self, +24 Body on Kormack, Eavesdrop
NPC Stats
Mavra: HP = 63, PP = 54, EP = 42/79, Status = Fine, Pregnant
Father Uldric: HP = 53, PP = 38, EP = 61, Status = Fine
Annabeth (Wizard Template) : HP = 35, PP = 50, EP = 49/55, Status = Fine, +24 Perception on Self, +24 Body on Kormack, Eavesdrop
Kormack decidedly noticed that Mavra and Naltaibur had snuck off when he reached the next landing and found that they were no longer behind them, and he walked in on them just as Naltaibur was flopping onto the bed. "What are you doing in here? We've got to get back downstairs where it's safe!" he said, but Mavra smiled reassuringly and said; "Don't worry, she was just feeling feint for a moment. Doing too much magic in a day will do that to you, but she should be alright after a little bit of rest. Plus, she saw something in this apartment that she could use when she was having the lizard explore it, so we'll see if it's real and bring it down with us in a couple of minutes." Kormack was taken aback by the normally silent demon's sudden inspiration to speak, but after a moment he replied; "Oh! Uhhhh.... Well I can just stay here then, don't want anything sneaking in on you two." Mavra waved his concerns away, saying; "We'll be fine so long as we're quiet. There isn't anything dangerous in here, don't worry. You go on down, we'll catch up... But if we aren't back in, say, twenty or thirty minutes, you can come looking for us, alright?" The soldier seemed hesitant, but a bit of prodding from Naltaibur would be enough to send the soldier off with a hesitant nod.
Once they were alone together, Naltaibur was free to get out of as much of her protective suit as she liked, and Mavra quickly moved to sit by the elven doctor's side without needing to be asked to. An arm came around Naltaibur's back and settled around her waist as she leaned against Mavra's shoulder, and the demoness rested a cheek against the top of her lover's head and nuzzled against her softly. "You could, I'm sure.... But you don't need to worry about that," she whispered softly in reply, moving her free hand onto one of Naltaibur's and clasping it gently after Naltaibur had done away with her gloves. Mavra smiled brightly, allowing the mutant elf to feel the change in her expression through her hair and skin, and said; "Of course.... I just wish we could have more time to do it!"
The demoness would happily accept being the little spoon when Naltaibur pulled her onto the bed, shifting so that she was comfortably in the elf's embrace, and though even breathing in the scent of her skin was a potent enough aphrodisiac to get her body going, the effect was muted enough to suggest that Mavra was deliberately suppressing much of it so that they could be comfortable. She could feel her lover smirk when that temptation started wearing at her willpower and caused her to swing a leg over the demon's and wrap her arms around her shoulders, and after Naltaibur stumbled over her statement Mavra chuckled softly and turned her head so that their eyes could meet. Once they had, she said; "It's alright, Naltaibur.... I'm far from starving even after the energy I used, and I know how trying today has been. I don't think we'll have much time to rest here, one way or another, and.... And I don't want to stress you."
Despite her delicate refusal to feed, if Naltaibur still moved to kiss her the demoness would happily comply, parting her lips just slightly as the elf's initially brushed against her own. "I won't..." she whispered softly in reply to Naltaibur's request not to let her pass out, and then had no opportunity to say more as Naltaibur initiated a much deeper kiss, one that Mavra was happy to accept and expand upon. Her mouth open, the demon's tongue moved to dance slowly with Naltaibur's in the space between their mouths, a soft but audible gasp managing to escape that affectionate embrace. The unnaturally beautiful demoness shifted, gradually trying to press every part of herself against her mutated lover all at once as the dance of their tongues progressed. A hand grasped Naltaibur's thigh and pulled her in even closer, and a few moments later she would find that her assumption had been true as she felt the tendrils of Mavra's hungry essence reaching out to wrap around her frayed spirit. She could feel her energies being siphoned off, starting to restore what her lover had spent, but she barely had anything to give at that point, and Mavra was being very tender. She could feel her body heating, both from the nature of their kiss and from the rising pheromones emanating from Mavra, but the demoness made no effort to establish dominance as she had before and would happily relax in the kiss for as long as Naltaibur wished.
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When she reached into the sack to scoop out some of the grain, Naltaibur realized that the mouse had, at one point or another, peed and shat in the feed. Given that she had nowhere else to do it, that probably wasn't surprising, but because of it the winged rat wouldn't touch the spoiled grain. She flapped her wings happily when offered a crust of Naltaibur's bread, however, and one of the strangers watched with some amusement as the rodent nibbled on the bits of food offered to her. Gloria came over to Naltaibur on her own while she fed the mouse some of her own meal, having already finished with her share of the sparse rations, and upon sitting down opened her mouth to speak just as Naltaibur contacted her over the shared mental link.
Frowning softly, Gloria fumbled for a response for a moment, before Naltaibur would hear back; ['I know... I know that you mean to protect me. I know, after how dangerous is it was even making it this far, that we'll be going into even greater danger as we get closer to Avenshire. I know all that, but....'] The girl paused in frustration, an emotion that Naltaibur would feel like it was her own over the intimacy offered by the mental link. Tears were forming at the corners of the girls eyes, and she chewed her lip for a moment as her helpless anger was transferred to the elven doctor. ['It's just.... I don't want to be so... So useless! You risked your life to save me earlier, and I haven't even done anything to try and repay you for it.... I know that I can't fight, but maybe... Maybe I can do something! Something to help the wounded, or maybe gather supplies, or... Something! I just... I can't sit down here in a basement while people are risking their lives! There must be some way that I can make myself useful!']
