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Re: Finding Purpose (Hafnium)
"Wait-" the pale girl managed word one of her call for Pano to hold himself back for a minute before she was up in the air and being spun around like a sack of potatoes. Tamonten was getting far more practice at being picked up than she liked as of late and she certainly wasn't in the mood to be manhandled so right then. Despite her best efforts though, the pale woman couldn't even begin to manage to pry herself from the demonic man's grasp, especially in her weakened state. She could only hold on for the ride and hope both that her empty stomach didn't conjure anything to lose during the ride and that her full bladder didn't cave under the pressure against her waist, followed by thanking the heavens once she was placed onto the ground that she didn't manage to lose anything from either end on Pano and that her stiff legs held as Nellic offered those friendly pats against her shoulder. Now if only the room would stop spinning....
Her inquiry about the chess game's progress would still come, though not for a full minute after Tamonten was firmly on the ground again and certain that opening her mouth wouldn't cause her to lose whatever was left of her breakfast from so many days prior. She felt like she should say something about Pano's chess prowess but decided against it. The swordswoman still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps chess wasn't the game of tactical masters that she had been led to believe it was. Yet Nellic seemed a clever enough man. Was it possible that under the demonic man's seemingly simple facade he was such a master of strategy? Was his strange nature all an act to throw observers off guard so that he could catch them unaware with his intellect? He had gone to college, after all.... No, down that road of thinking laid a madness worse than any that she had been briefly subjected to due to the outsiders. Best to focus on other pressing matters for the moment and consider the possibility that Pano might be some sort of genius when she was in better condition to handle the prospect.
So, she would make her other inquiries. The moment the pitcher was pointed out to her she would wander over to it and proceed to press the entire thing to her lips and upend it in the hopes that it might quench her thirst, listening to the demonic man as she guzzled the water down. That pitcher wouldn't be set back down until after Pano had finished his answer. "Two days? That explains a lot," Tamonten would remark after a gasp for air following her nearly successful effort to chug an entire pitcher of water in one go. It certainly shed light on why she was so stiff, at least. The thought of losing two days to sleep didn't bother her as much as the idea that the kitsune and angel had similarly lost two days worth of sleep over her, along with guilt that Krig had worried over her. There was nothing she could do about it then however, other than to let them sleep for now and apologize to Kringlicsly when she did wake up. "Best to let those two sleep then," she would remark as she cast a glance at the two on the loveseat.
Tamonten wouldn't remark on her ban from accompanied baths. It was hard to be offended, given what she'd done on every single trip into the mansion's guest bath. She had abused Xeon's hospitality enough and intended on being gone from Acheron soon and if it came down to it she had a perfectly good bedroom to make messes with Krig in. Regardless, it wasn't the sort of biological urge that was on her mind at that moment, although she didn't really want to get in depth about her pressing need to relieve her bladder to Pano or Nellic. There were some things she still wanted to keep to herself even if she had spent a large amount of time naked around the two, so she would handle that once she had a bit more privacy.
"Varthic and Grenewald are sparring?" The pale girl would add a short pause after her comment on Krig and Sensensiel. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she inquired about it. Pregnant and weakened by the ritual, the desire to join the two was probably the worst possible urge she could have been taken by. Tamonten was feeling a bit stir crazy though, especially after three days with little physical activity beyond attempting to fuck Krig and Sensensiel into a coma and the angel and foxgirl's efforts to return the favor, and she had an newly unshackled left arm free of her demon to test out. A quick little trip to the training room couldn't hurt, right? She might not do more than watch, or at least that was what she convinced herself to overcome the more rational side of her brain which was urgently warning her that a match with those two in her condition was a bad idea.
"Where's the, uh, training room?" The swordswoman would ask as excitement triumphed over caution. "I just want to move around a bit and watch those two in action," she hastily added on the chance that either of the two men might try to warn her off of the idea. "There's no need to mention this to Krig or Sensensiel either," she noted with a wry and certainly suspicious grin.
"Wait-" the pale girl managed word one of her call for Pano to hold himself back for a minute before she was up in the air and being spun around like a sack of potatoes. Tamonten was getting far more practice at being picked up than she liked as of late and she certainly wasn't in the mood to be manhandled so right then. Despite her best efforts though, the pale woman couldn't even begin to manage to pry herself from the demonic man's grasp, especially in her weakened state. She could only hold on for the ride and hope both that her empty stomach didn't conjure anything to lose during the ride and that her full bladder didn't cave under the pressure against her waist, followed by thanking the heavens once she was placed onto the ground that she didn't manage to lose anything from either end on Pano and that her stiff legs held as Nellic offered those friendly pats against her shoulder. Now if only the room would stop spinning....
Her inquiry about the chess game's progress would still come, though not for a full minute after Tamonten was firmly on the ground again and certain that opening her mouth wouldn't cause her to lose whatever was left of her breakfast from so many days prior. She felt like she should say something about Pano's chess prowess but decided against it. The swordswoman still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps chess wasn't the game of tactical masters that she had been led to believe it was. Yet Nellic seemed a clever enough man. Was it possible that under the demonic man's seemingly simple facade he was such a master of strategy? Was his strange nature all an act to throw observers off guard so that he could catch them unaware with his intellect? He had gone to college, after all.... No, down that road of thinking laid a madness worse than any that she had been briefly subjected to due to the outsiders. Best to focus on other pressing matters for the moment and consider the possibility that Pano might be some sort of genius when she was in better condition to handle the prospect.
So, she would make her other inquiries. The moment the pitcher was pointed out to her she would wander over to it and proceed to press the entire thing to her lips and upend it in the hopes that it might quench her thirst, listening to the demonic man as she guzzled the water down. That pitcher wouldn't be set back down until after Pano had finished his answer. "Two days? That explains a lot," Tamonten would remark after a gasp for air following her nearly successful effort to chug an entire pitcher of water in one go. It certainly shed light on why she was so stiff, at least. The thought of losing two days to sleep didn't bother her as much as the idea that the kitsune and angel had similarly lost two days worth of sleep over her, along with guilt that Krig had worried over her. There was nothing she could do about it then however, other than to let them sleep for now and apologize to Kringlicsly when she did wake up. "Best to let those two sleep then," she would remark as she cast a glance at the two on the loveseat.
Tamonten wouldn't remark on her ban from accompanied baths. It was hard to be offended, given what she'd done on every single trip into the mansion's guest bath. She had abused Xeon's hospitality enough and intended on being gone from Acheron soon and if it came down to it she had a perfectly good bedroom to make messes with Krig in. Regardless, it wasn't the sort of biological urge that was on her mind at that moment, although she didn't really want to get in depth about her pressing need to relieve her bladder to Pano or Nellic. There were some things she still wanted to keep to herself even if she had spent a large amount of time naked around the two, so she would handle that once she had a bit more privacy.
"Varthic and Grenewald are sparring?" The pale girl would add a short pause after her comment on Krig and Sensensiel. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she inquired about it. Pregnant and weakened by the ritual, the desire to join the two was probably the worst possible urge she could have been taken by. Tamonten was feeling a bit stir crazy though, especially after three days with little physical activity beyond attempting to fuck Krig and Sensensiel into a coma and the angel and foxgirl's efforts to return the favor, and she had an newly unshackled left arm free of her demon to test out. A quick little trip to the training room couldn't hurt, right? She might not do more than watch, or at least that was what she convinced herself to overcome the more rational side of her brain which was urgently warning her that a match with those two in her condition was a bad idea.
"Where's the, uh, training room?" The swordswoman would ask as excitement triumphed over caution. "I just want to move around a bit and watch those two in action," she hastily added on the chance that either of the two men might try to warn her off of the idea. "There's no need to mention this to Krig or Sensensiel either," she noted with a wry and certainly suspicious grin.
Not sure on MANSION BATHROOM status and it feels weird to have her inquire about them after five days of staying in Xeon's mansion so Tamo'll visit the toilet or whatever on her way to the training room, which she will head toward once she has directions assuming Nellic and Pano don't make a really convincing argument against her going.
Also, I was totally going to have her use vampiric futanari for her bathroom trip, both so she could stand while peeing and also see if she could still summon her deemin magix. >.>
Also, I was totally going to have her use vampiric futanari for her bathroom trip, both so she could stand while peeing and also see if she could still summon her deemin magix. >.>
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