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Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru


Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

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Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"Nnnn... n-nyah!" whimpered the Felvari as Isolda thrust her fingers even deeper into her sopping wet snatch in response to her attempts to cover herself up. "D-Don't, you'll make me--ooohhhhh~," she cried, feeling an additional rush of ecstasy move from her crotch straight up into her head. The combination of overwhelming sensations made her feel a little dizzy.

Such a bold action made on the wanderer's part caused a few extra squirts of the catgirl's juices to burst forth, thoroughly soaking her panties--not that they weren't already. Rhythmic spasms from Oribel's inner walls caused them to clamp down upon Isolda's fingers, squeezing them together in time with every spurt. She writhed and shuddered at the other girl's touch, giving up control of her body to the sheer bliss that caused it to squirm about in such a fashion.

Even when Isolda pulled her hand away, the catgirl's visage still carried a half-glazed over look, suggesting that mentally, she was still elsewhere, in a state of absolute pleasure. Oribel shivered in delight, whimpering as her partner slowly withdrew her digits from between her pink folds. The swordswoman noticed a slight look of relief in the other girl's eyes after she made her response, though whether that was from her actually hearing the answer or simply an expression of satisfaction during the blissful dregs of her orgasm was harder for her to tell.

"Ahhuhnnn... u-uh-hhuhhhh," she stuttered in reply, thanks to the aftershocks of her climax. Oribel's eyes fluttered as she came down from the momentary high, just in time to witness Isolda licking her juices off of each finger. It caused her face to go beet red. "Wait, w-what are you... a-ah..." she stammered, eyes widening at the lewd spectacle. She spoke too late, though, as Isolda had already tasted her by the time such a protest was made.

But, when the half-elven beauty suggested that they continue, Oribel simply couldn't find it in herself to refuse another round. Before she could realize what she had said, the words already left her mouth. "I can do it," she asserted, helping her partner remove her girlcum-soaked underwear and kicking them off towards the pile of equipment that she had set aside to one corner of the room. Then, before she could even suggest as much, Isolda beat her to the actual execution of the idea, reversing positions so that they might provide cunnilingus to each other simultaneously.

The first kiss that the quarter-demon planted upon her newly exposed flower caused the catgirl to moan softly, giving Isolda something of a head start. But despite the increasingly pleasant sensations assaulting her womanhood, Oribel wasn't to let herself be outdone for too long. She took a slow, thorough lick up the full length of Isolda's crevice, starting from her clit and ending just short of her perineum, then went all the way down, treating her lover to the unique feel of her textured tongue.

However, despite the catgirl's physical gifts, she would not allow them to be a substitute for her cunnilingual prowess. Using the very tip of her tongue, she gently coaxed the part-demonic vixen's clit out of its hood, if it wasn't already. Then, rolling the end of her pink, wet lingual muscle into the shape of a U, she would cradle the little love bead upon its textured surface, massaging the wanderer's sensitive node in such a manner that, to Isolda, it would feel as if a dozen tongues were pleasing her at once.

She worked at a relatively slow, deliberate pace, intending on getting Isolda up to the same level of bliss before changing tactics. After she had earned the appropriate amount of moans and verbal encouragement from her partner, Oribel would switch to actually penetrating Isolda's cunny with her tongue, first circling her swollen pink lips, then sliding it right in, rubbing its nubby surface along the half-elf's inner walls. Bringing her hands up to grab at Isolda's shapely backside, she would spread those cheeks as she continued to delve in and out of the half-elven beauty's depths, savoring the heady scent and taste of her honey.

On Isolda's end, the wanderer would find that the suckling motions upon Oribel's clit would earn the strongest reactions out of her. An extended, serious attempt on her part to focus on such a tactic would cause the catgirl to pause momentarily in order to cry out... only to push her tongue right back upon her partner's slit with redoubled fervor. But despite the zeal with which Oribel performed her services upon Isolda and vice versa, it didn't have the feeling of a race--it was more of a leisurely mutual indulgence. Perhaps it was due to the orgasm from earlier, but despite her quick ascension the first time around, Oribel built herself up gradually, over the span of what felt like an hour, concentrating her efforts on doing the same for her sharp-eared partner.

Alternating between cradling Isolda's clit with her tongue and lapping away at her crevice, she was careful to bring her ever closer to the edge without pushing her over outright. It was a most wonderful exchange, as it brought her great satisfaction to hear Isolda's muffled cries of pleasure thanks to her own tonguework, yet at the same time, it was equally satisfying to feel her own pussy being paid such thorough attention. One couldn't get that so easily from just any man... but then again, Isolda was far from one's typical lover, gender aside.

When the two reached the point where climax was imminent, Oribel would mirror her partner's actions, showering Isolda's clit with just enough gentle yet brisk stimulation to take her there in short order. She felt her peak coming as the movements of her own tongue quickened, and it took a great deal of her strength in order to not just cry out when the very tip of her second orgasm could be felt. And when she did feel herself falling over the edge into the mind-numbing feel of a more powerful climax than the first, she still continued to lick away at Isolda's clit, though she couldn't help but voice her pleasure through it all.

Meanwhile, Isolda received just what she expected as Oribel's body tensed, then released, delivering a second helping of secretions in a rather potent stream. Her squirting lasted even longer than before, thanks to the wanderer's encouragement, and Isolda could easily find herself splattered in girlcum if she wasn't careful to dodge it or catch it in her mouth. Oribel bucked and writhed upon the bed, intermittently crying out during the more intense waves of pleasure, and licking up what she could of Isolda's juices in between each powerful spasm.

By the time they finished, it was hard to tell how long they had actually been stuck in such a position. It was likely for longer than expected, as Oribel felt a strain on her body as she tried to get up. She did so, only to meet Isolda once again in a sloppy but passionate kiss, and the girls would taste their own juices upon each other's tongues as they mingled.

"Mmmmm... thanks for that," she purred when their lips finally parted. "I might be coming into town more often, thanks to you."
 
Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

"Ahhhhh~" Isolda moaned softly into Oribel's sex as the felvari gave her that first example of what her uniquely textured tongue felt like against her petals. She had certainly been given ideas when Oribel had been giving similar attention to her chest, but to find that the bristles along the surface of her lingual muscle were so effective at sending shocks of pleasure running from the nerves under every scrap of flesh they touched was no less pleasant for her expectations. The quarter demon's clitoris would require little coaxing to come free of its protective hood, and once Oribel curled her tongue and cradled that sensitive bud Isolda was practically seeing stars.

Not that her eyes were open, as she had no need to see in order to continue the licking that had prompted Oribel to her lewd act. Her hips quivered and lightly pressed down onto her partner's face, a silent urge to prompt her to continue, but no protest would come when Oribel switched her attentions from Isolda's jewel to her depths. The felvari was quick to prove her prowess, something that came as little surprise given her professed leaning toward women and that Isolda was all too pleased to be a recipient of.

Just as she was skilled at giving pleasure, Oribel made reading what set her off the most as easy for the wanderer to read as possible, and Isolda took a good bit of added pleasure in the slow build onto which they'd settled. Her own sensitive spot was the same as Oribel's, at least where cunnilingus was concerned, and the gradual build up of tension that occurred between them was made on Isolda's part by regular bouts of teasing in heavy stimulation to the felvari's gem that would last only until Oribel began to shudder and cry out, at which point she would shift her attention back to her partner's lips and depths. It wasn't a race this time, and for now Isolda was happy to both enjoy and provide attention for as long as possible. Oribel certainly seemed quite effective at getting her close and then backing off, and as that was one of Isolda's favorite tactics she was all too happy to enjoy being on the receiving end of it for once, quickly resorting to the same loud outcries whenever Oribel gave a long enough session of attention to her clit that she started to get close, the build up of tension causing her thighs to begin to shake.

When it finally came time to end their teasing and bring themselves to orgasm, they both seemingly approached their long-awaited peaks eagerly. It was certainly the case that, when the rubbing of her highly sensitive bud finally caused the tension to burst in Isolda's body, she greeted it with a rush of eagerness just before the most intense single orgasm she'd had in a while had her eyes rolling into the back of her head beneath their lids. She hadn't forgotten that Oribel was a squirter, but she was so overwhelmed by her peak that the initial burst caught her by surprise, coating her face as she'd moved into position, though the rest of it was caught in her mouth where she'd wanted it without disrupting her efforts to keep her partner at the heights of pleasure for as long as possible. The entire lower half of her body would be left shuddering uncontrollably in the meantime, and for once the volume of Isolda's release would be almost comparable to that of her partner, as she provided quite a bit of her love hone for their final peak of that first encounter. Every shudder was caused by a rolling wave of intense pleasure, each of which threatening to overwhelm the wanderer completely only for the next to seemingly be even stronger, and it would be close to a minute before the tide shifted back and she began to descend.

Once she finally came down to a more normal state of mind, it would be with some reluctance that Isolda would pull her lips away from Oribel's flower and raise her head to glance back over herself. It would take more effort than usual to raise herself on her trembling legs, straightening up until she could peer through a curtain of her hair and over her shoulder at Oribel. The felvari's kiss would be returned in full by the wanderer once she'd dismounted the girl's face, Isolda's eyes closing once again just before their lips met and her tongue sallying forth to meet Oribel's. Once they'd both gotten a fairly good taste of themselves, Isolda naturally preferring that of her partner to her own but not minding the trade one bit, Isolda would part with one last soft moan and half open her grey eyes once more.

"You'd better!" the wanderer replied after a brief giggle, "or are you going to leave me along with Eira? And Nottis? If I have to go out hunting I might have to put a leash on you~ Hmmhmm... Lets clean up a bit, shall we?" And then, despite still being slightly stiff and tired from their session, Isolda would lift Oribel in a bridal carry and haul her over to the large tub that sat in the corner of the room, a luxury that she was hardly about to pass up on taking advantage of. The water looked to be cold, and a mischievous part of Isolda was sorely tempted to dunk Oribel right in without any warning. Fortunately for the felvari, she reluctantly opted to not listen to that part, and instead said; "You're lucky you've caught me in a good mood. Stand here a minute while I warm the water up!"

Letting Oribel down onto her feet gently, Isolda crouched down and examined the furnace, finding it well enough stocked for their purposes. With a flicker of fire magic she lit the thing, and within only a few moments had a nice fire going. "Give it a minute and then we can climb in," she said as she got back up to her feet, "I could use a cleaning~ Its been really nice being able to bathe daily after being on that ship!"

After a few moments Isolda would dip a toe into the tub to find it pleasantly warm, and would usher Oribel in right alongside her as she slipped into the warm water. Well, warm water relating to Isolda at least, as Oribel, who was perhaps more used to temperate climates than the Gremic-born wanderer, might very well have found it somewhat chilled still. Even if she did, she would have Isolda's body resting against her own to help keep her warm until the fire did its work. Contrary to her stated desire to get cleaned up, Isolda would only dunk her head beneath the water once before coming up and pressing Oribel into yet another passionate kiss. This time she didn't move to do much more with the kissing beyond lightly caressing the athletic woman's front, her exploring hand occasionally straying to one of her breasts for a moment but mostly remaining away from her pleasure centers otherwise. Her other arm would rest over Oribel's shoulders, holding her close against Isolda's front while the wanderer kissed her deep, her tongue setting a slow pace in its most recent and probably last dance for the night.
 
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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

Even after the intensely satisfying orgasm she felt in time with Isolda's own, Oribel proved herself no less hungry when the two locked lips once more, sharing in a mutual expression of thanks for the lovely, albeit somewhat spontaneous, experience. The catgirl eagerly allowed her tongue to brush away at that of her partner's as they shared in the deep kiss, practically cleaning her own sweet taste from Isolda's tongue and allowing the favor to be returned in kind.

And though their little tryst had likely been a product of shared interest and Voidic desires, it certainly didn't lack in a sense of passion, at least on the Felvari's end. Oribel pressed herself closely against Isolda after their lips finally parted, leaning into her collarbone and nuzzling her gently the same way a particularly affectionate kitten might. She sighed happily, tickling Isolda's upper chest with the vibrations of her throaty purrs.

"A l-leash? I like my freedom too, you know," she replied, feigning a pouty look. "But for you, I might do it... provided we have more sessions like this one sometime. Either way, I'm sure glad that you're a woman," confessed Oribel, even going on to give Isolda's bust a light caress. "As much as I love the guys in the main Hepta house, it's pretty much a total sausagefest. Not exactly my thing--ah..."

She was cut short when the taller, stronger woman picked her up with unmatched ease, carrying her as she would a bride across the threshold. Oribel couldn't help but to blush deeply at that, and she smoothly showed her appreciation for such a gesture by smiling and wrapping her arms around Isolda's neck in return. Her tail swished a few times before curling at the very end. It was only when she noticed the other woman carrying her closer to the tub that her grip tightened and her mouth crinkled.

"W-Wait," she started, whimpering a little. Perhaps it was the innocent, vulnerable look she offered that kept the wanderer from tossing her right in to the rather chilly bathwater... or maybe it was just Isolda's more merciful half that kept the Felvari from such a cold, wet fate. Regardless of which it was, Oribel was spared from the dunk for the time being, and set down instead after the swordswoman made her teasing remark. She heaved an appropriate sigh of relief, then curiously observed Isolda as she heated the tub with a very basic, yet useful, application of fire magic--a cantrip that every citizen of Grem was required to learn.

Once the pale-skinned beauty had tested the waters and found them suitable enough, Oribel soon followed suit, slipping right in with her trademark feline grace. She did find the water slightly cooler than what she might have normally preferred, given the way that the fur on her ears stood on end, but she remedied this by leaning in close to the other warm body that shared the large tub with her.

"Mm... I could get used to nights like these," she admitted, watching Isolda go underneath... only for the white-haired one to emerge once again from the water's surface and treat her to yet another kiss. Oribel was all too happy to oblige, purring as she proved receptive to any bits of contact that the taller one thought to place upon her. She wrapped her legs around Isolda's waist, and the warrior might find that her newest acquaintance was still slightly slick around her nether region, though perhaps it was more due to the fact that she had just squirted quite a bit.

If Isolda cared to get clean this time around, Oribel would gladly assist her in such an endeavor; alternatively, she could always try to push her further if she was so inclined.
 
Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

"A leash, and a harness!" Isolda declared with mock gravitas, "I'll have you all straightened out by the end of the week! We'll just have to have daily sessions like this one~" The wanderer's tone towards the end grew a little bit more serious and added a hint of tease, making it unclear whether or not she was still only joking.

"Mmmm... They do seem a rowdy bunch to be around too often. I might make my visits to that little clubhouse rather uncommon, to tell the truth. Unless something happens to get to make me want to stay around more. Do you get to see Alona there much, or is she mostly, ahhhhh, working?" Isolda asked curiously, wondering at the habits of the one member of the Black Hepta leadership that she hadn't met yet. A wry smile came over Isolda's face after that, however, and once Oribel had answered her question she would add; "Mmmmm, the company of men not to your taste eh? Is there a story behind that, or do you just prefer the company of women for more than just pleasure?" Isolda kept a careful eye on Oribel while carrying her over to the tub, or at least as much of one that she could have while the felvari was nuzzling into her collarbone, and the other woman's body language was something that Isolda could easily feel to one degree or another without necessarily needing to see it.

By the time Oribel had answered she was at the tub, and would leave any further questions that Oribel's answers might have created for after she'd gotten the water warming up. Once they were in the tub a few moments later and she had come up from her brief dunk, Isolda would giggle happily into her newest lover's mouth when she so readily accepted another kiss, and there she would remain for several moments, her tongue happily dancing with Oribel's. Feeling the other woman wrap her legs around her waist, Isolda would lean forward and straighten to be flush with her partner, causing their chests to pancake together and the hardened tips of their breasts to rub against one another. For several long moments Isolda would do nothing but hold that embrace and trail light caresses across Oribel's body, touching her everywhere that her hands could reach. Her arms, her thighs, her hips, her sides... Everywhere.

After a while Isolda would start to gently pull away, teasing Oribel's tongue with her own as if trying to get it to follow after her, until finally she would pull back and nip Oribel's lower lip between her teeth and give it an extremely gentle tug while her eyes flitted open a tiny bit to enjoy Oribel's reaction. Even a slight sound of protest would be silenced when Isolda dove right back in for another kiss, this one even more aggressive and intense than the last. One of her knees slowly and gently slid upwards to rest against Oribel's sex, allowing her to grind against the pale wanderer's soft skin if she so wished. Whether or not she did, Isolda would give light squirms to cause her knee and thigh to rub against the felvari's sex unless doing so seemed to cause Oribel discomfort. Assuming that it didn't, and that she didn't produce some other reaction that would prompt the wanderer to believe that she didn't desire another round, Isolda would lean back to finally truly break their kiss and coo; "Mmmmm... I want to make you cum again... Can I?"

As soon as a sign assent was given, Isolda simply dove back under the surface of the water. This might have been confusing at first, but her purpose would become quite clear only a moment later as she wrapped her arms under Oribel's legs to close her hands behind the other woman's lower back. Hooking her shoulders beneath Oribel's knees, Isolda would coil and then lift, pulling Oribel out of the water almost entirely as her head and shoulders broke the surface as well. With her lover sitting on her shoulders, Isolda looked up through the dripping water with a mischievous smirk, and then simply leaned forward and gave a quick trail of kisses from Oribel's lower belly that led down to her sex. A few quick flicks of the wanderer's tongue to test the other woman's state and Isolda dove right in, her tongue exploring Oribel's flower like it hadn't before.

With the felvari more or less at her mercy unless she wanted to squirm enough to end up falling off of Isolda's shoulders, likely ending up either on the floor or in the water and quite possibly hurting herself in the process if she did, the pale warrior would take her time and explore Oribel. She was in no rush for this particular round to end, her partner barely being a burden to her strong arms when she was partially supported by the water, and so Isolda would take her time and find every sweet spot that her long and almost unnaturally deft tongue could reach. She was both merciless and thorough in her exploration, touching upon familiar places within the felvari's folds and moving to places that she hadn't explored yet. She had a good idea of how Oribel reacted under the effects of pleasure, and so wherever she found a sensitive point she attacked it however she could while marking it in the mental map she was beginning to draw.

Isolda would continue her efforts to find every spot that made Oribel squirm until she had found every single one and completed her map of her lover's folds, not directly trying to bring her to her peak and holding back her efforts to mere teasing whenever she felt Oribel getting close, trying to draw her build-up out as much as possible. Only when she was finished would Isolda, finally, pull her tongue from Oribel's depths and begin to circle the felvari's clitoris, the sensitive gem being the spot that she had found most vulnerable to her attentions in the past. Her teasing would go on for only a minute longer, but by that point her arms, back, and most notably tongue were starting to tire, and Isolda finally gave Oribel the sweet release that she had no doubt begun to crave when by flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the surface of the felvari's jewel. When she finally came, Isolda's mouth opened enough to catch most of her partner's love honey in her mouth without interrupting the flicks of her tongue, and would continue her attentions as they were until Oribel relaxed in her grasp. She would give the felvari a few moments to recover before licking her lips of her lover's spilled cream and then slowly sliding back down under the water, quickly depositing Oribel back in her seat and releasing her.

Reemerging a moment later, Isolda would toss her ivory hair back and sigh contentedly. Shaking water from her face and moving her slightly stiff arms, she would glance at Oribel with a pleased grin and say; "Mmmm... I don't think I'll get tired of that any time soon... Though I think that might have to be enough for now. We do have things to do, and ought to be getting cleaned up and on our way... Though, if you'd like another quick drink. I think I could manage~" Accentuating her words, Isolda would fold one arm under her chest and rest the elbow of the other in its palm, raising her index finger to nibble on suggestively while the crossing of her arms caused her ample bosom to be put even more on display, her pink tips harder than ever from the water and still bearing the marks of Oribel's previous attentions. She had sucked quite a bit of milk out of Isolda's breasts earlier, but her body had had time and plentiful sexual encouragement to build up more, and if the catgirl leaned in for another taste of her milk the last thing that Isolda would do was stop her. Whatever attention Oribel decided to give, including none at all, the wanderer would almost certainly be satisfied with even if it didn't end with another peak, and once it was done she would endeavor to clean herself up - accepting Oribel's help when it was offered and returning such in kind - and then climb out of the tub. Then it was off to get dry, extinguish the fire, do a little bit of cleaning of any spilled water, and finally to get dressed again.

Once they were done with that and more or less ready to go, Isolda would glance at their room key and say; "Hrm... We get a meal with our room, don't we? This place likely has above average food, for an inn. Would you care to give it a try before we head to retrieve Alona? We could always do it later, when you're on your way out of the city for the night... And we could just keep the key and make proper use of the place tonight too! I'd have to go do a few things before then, but we could make it work. If you'd prefer to be out of the city for the night, I'd understand. I've felt the same myself from time to time."
 
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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"I see... I mean, for friends, they're fine--it's nice to know that there are people who can still sort of care about you, so I go back to the warehouse maybe every week or so. Though you seem pretty strong, and I'm sure it isn't too hard for you to make new friends. With me, it's a little different. The only humans who take interest in me are men, for mainly sex reasons, and uhm... well, I'm really just not attracted to them... at all. I've yet to meet one with honest intentions thus far. Those I have run into would rather just kill me, or more likely, see me enslaved," she explained, huffing. "And well, I um, I guess there's that, too," added Oribel, blushing slightly at the romantic implications of her personal preference. Her eyes met Isolda's in what the wandering swordswoman could only guess to be a meaningful look, before breaking off once more.

The mention of Alona brought a thoughtful look to the Felvari's features. "Hmm, I don't see Alona at the warehouse all that much--at least not when I visit. She's usually spending time at her little brothel... I guess she likes human men. I mean, she really... really, likes them, from what Nottis says, which might have something to do with why they don't mix more. I um, I had a fling with her once, too, when we first met. But after the first time, she tried to introduce some, you know, guys... to our sessions, and that just didn't sit well with me. I kind of forgot to mention to her that I am really not into males, Voidic or otherwise, and so that made things sort of frightening when half a dozen of them all showed up with their err, things standing on end. I... might have sort of left in a hurry, ehhehe..." She sighed, embarrassment lacing her expression. "So it's been sort of awkward between us ever since, especially because she isn't going to give up men for me anytime soon." Her mouth crinkled.

The negative thoughts went away just as quickly, however, when Isolda pulled her into the playful, sensual kiss. Oribel allowed herself to be lost in the experience in little time at all, indulging in the feeling of the wanderer's soft lips upon hers, and feeling those ample mounds pressed against her own in an embrace that she could only really experience with another woman. And when Isolda pulled away, Oribel released a sound akin to a whimper, her lips hungrily chasing that of the swordswoman's with her tongue outstretched and her lips parted ever so slightly. It was almost a pathetic sight, to see the catgirl practically beg for the comfort and love that Isolda seemed to be capable of promising to her, but she wasn't to let the compromise to her image stop her; she went after it nonetheless, leaning ever closer and hoping to return to the practically intoxicating embrace.

What she got instead was yet another teasing gesture from the half-elf, where her bottom lip was pulled along gently between her partner's teeth. Oribel allowed yet another whine of frustration to escape, grabbing at Isolda's shoulders and upper arms so as to pull herself ever closer. And though she found her need for a deep kiss partially sated when the white-haired one finally obliged, Oribel would find her Voidic libido returning as soon as the other girl began to rub her milky thigh upon her slick womanhood. Isolda would find that the catgirl's crevice was already soaked, as it was slippery to the touch even beneath the water's surface. Her tentative grinding motions wouldn't elicit any cries or looks of protest, but rather a purr, followed by a mewl of pleasure. By the time the kiss was broken, Oribel was panting softly, exhibiting a somewhat vulnerable look that a more predatory Isolda would be keen to capitalize on.

Despite the fact that she could have gone on without even needing to do so, the wanderer checked to confirm her partner's willingness to yet another round. "U-Uhhuhh... please!" came Oribel's emphatic response, nodding more times than was necessary. It didn't matter; appearances took a back seat to physical needs at this point, and she really, really needed what Isolda was capable of offering her. Luckily for her, the wanderer was all too willing to oblige. Oribel managed a slightly confused look as the other woman dove beneath the surface, but squeaked in surprise when she found her entire frame being lifted from the tub in a display of Isolda's prodigious strength.

"Eeep! N... nyah!" If she couldn't lean forward to try and keep her balance atop Isolda's shoulders, she would instead lean back and support herself by grabbing the edges of the tub behind her, bucking her hips forward and giving as much access as was needed to her dripping pussy.

Oribel shivered at even the slightest touch, and so Isolda's attempts at buildup with her trail of kisses earned her a stronger reaction than she might have expected. It took much of the catgirl's strength to stay up, but she would persevere in doing so, if only for the purpose of ensuring a steady, uninterrupted stream of pleasure as Isolda began to lap away at her exposed petals. She cooed and rolled her head from side to side as the wanderer went straight to work, mercilessly assaulting her most sensitive regions, which Isolda had quickly become familiar with from their session just minutes before. It wasn't long before the warrior had the Felvari rolling her hips wildly--even if they were just involuntary reactions, as any actual adjustments proved largely unnecessary with Isolda's persistent spot-hitting approach.

The trickle of Oribel's cum increased steadily as she moved closer and closer to orgasm, giving the white-haired one a nice familiar taste of her honey. Even as Isolda deliberately kept her on the very edge, denying her partner that wonderful climax that was so close, and yet so far, the catgirl continued to leak copious amounts of girlcum, leaving her partner's lips and chin glistening with it. "Nnnn~" she whimpered, her breaths growing labored and shallow as she was left teetering on the very edge, somewhere in between absolute bliss and frustration. She was just so close... it only took one more barrage of consistent strokes to get her there.

Oribel was just about to voice her protest when Isolda suddenly found her little jewel and attacked it with the very tip of her tongue rapidly. The result was more than the huntress expected, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream, though much of her voice still came out anyway. Tilting her chin up, she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the pressure building up deep inside... only to gush out forcefully in a wonderfully relieving orgasm. Naturally, she squirted no small amount of love honey for Isolda to receive in her mouth, giving the pale vixen more than a few mouthfuls to swallow if she was so bold.

"Hahh... hahh... hauuhhuauh..." Oribel panted, shuddering as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her eyes were half-closed; having cum as many times as she did, as hard as she did, within that relatively short timeframe left the Felvari more tired than she expected. Still, that wasn't to say hat she wasn't satisfied; it was quite the opposite. "Ooohhhh, w-wow," stammered Oribel, fighting off the dizziness as Isolda set her back down into the warm waters of the bath. "M-Me neither... you're amazing." She raised a hand to the side of her own face, feeling light-headed after the powerful climax. "I don't think I've cum that good... like, ever. But um, you're right, maybe I did get a little carried away, huh? I guess we should take an actual bath now." Yet, Isolda's offer for a 'drink' was simply too enticing for Oribel to refuse. "... that is, after I get a bit of a sip or two, since you're so kind to offer. Ehehe... I really can't say no to that--you made me really thirsty!"

A 'sip' was something of an understatement, for when Oribel latched onto Isolda's dripping breast, cradling the unattended mound with one free hand, she proved herself to be a thirsty kitty indeed. Her approach this time around was much more direct. Isolda could feel Oribel's textured tongue swirling around her hardened nipple as the Felvari went on suckling and coaxing as much milk as she could from it. Her audible gulps could be heard as she hungrily swallowed down serving after serving of the half-elf's delicious milk, only to switch sides as she did before so as to keep them even. The vibrations of a steady, throaty purr also came from deep within Oribel's throat, delivering a curious sensation to Isolda's chest as the swordswoman continued to nurse for her latest lover. The enthusiasm with which Oribel suckled upon Isolda's teat was difficult to match; perhaps it was her Voidic nature, her appreciation for women in particular, or a combination of both.

By the time she did finish, Oribel's lips were white with her partner's excess milk, which she was all too happy to lick up. "Mmm... thank you~" she purred, fondling Isolda's ample mounds gently one last time before finally separating. Afterwards, she'd find herself calmed down enough to actually bathe with the other girl without giving in to the temptation to do it once again.

Oribel wasn't completely finished putting all of her clothes on by the time she responded. "I guess I was a little hungry, huh? Hehe... well, still kinda am, actually. Sure, I could go for a bite or two! But I hope they have room service or something like that... I'm not really one for crowded or public places, so, you know. I'd like it here with just the two of us if I can help it--"

Just as she said as much, a rapping came at the door to their room.
 
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Oribel's explanation about her time with Alona, where the woman had apparently tried to bring a whole group of men into one of their sessions, almost made Isolda burst out into laughter at the sheer absurdity of it. While the wanderer could certainly appreciate the potential in multiple partners, the idea of trying to bring in half a dozen men to a union with Oribel seemed so insane to her given the felvari's obvious preference for women that it wasn't something that she'd have ever seriously considered. The sort of men that her present partner had encountered until that point didn't exactly make Isolda suspect that her preference for women was anything but sincere either, and in the back of her mind the wanderer was already deciding that she would be fairly exclusionary where Oribel was concerned should they continue to enjoy one another.

That wouldn't be any trouble for their present encounter, of course, and after she'd given the ever eager felvari yet another climax Isolda's lips spread around the finger she had been nibbling on suggestively as she eagerly leaned in for another drink at her bust. Giving forth a deep sigh that quickly became a contented moan, Isolda allowed herself to bask in the attention paid to her generous bust while Oribel drank of her milk, the flicks of that rough tongue against her sensitive peaks sending shivers of delight running through her and prompting her to release a constant series of soft moans.

After she had finished and the two had actually gotten on to bathing properly, Isolda would help Oribel cleaning the places that she couldn't reach before they climbed out of the tub together. Drying off on whatever they could, Isolda would be quicker than Oribel to get dressed, and the girl would reply to her offer for food and put forth a suggestion that Isolda wouldn't disagree with. She was about to say as much when there was a knock at their room's door, and Isolda glanced at the still partiallu undressed Oribel and smirked. "Just a minute!" Isolda shouted at the door as she started toward it, but even then she would keep a hand close to the handle of Serpentius in case their visitor wasn't there to complain or offer them room service.
 
Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

The knocking sound at the door was not a particularly persistent one, consisting of roughly five to seven taps before ceasing. But Isolda's ears and memory were as sharp as anyone's, as was Oribel's. The two women had, without a doubt, heard the same noise, and the Felvari gave Isolda a nod to confirm that it wasn't just a figment of her imagination. The wanderer, fully dressed and prepared for any situation--including the possibility of a sudden attack--approached the door with her usual level of vigilance, while her feline companion, still only half-dressed, dove off to one side behind the large tub. A few belated words by the guest were uttered just as Isolda found it appropriate to crack the door open.

"Oh! Ah... r-room service," stammered the hotel employee, a meek-looking young man in his later teen years, perhaps around nineteen. He couldn't help but gawk as his eyes traveled up to meet those of the white-haired beauty's. Perhaps it was Isolda's intimidating stature that cowed him. Or maybe it was her aura, which carried with it the potential to be both frightful and alluring. Given her recent romp with the catgirl hiding behind the tub, she was most likely radiating the latter, and the newcomer in front of her seemed to be struggling on how to deal with the stunningly beautiful woman that answered the door. One that towered nearly a full foot over him.

"I, err, hope I wasn't interrupting anything?" It wasn't terribly dark out yet, and so there was little reason for the staff member to believe that their most recent guests had gotten involved in a late afternoon or early evening romp. "Since it's appoaching su... suppertime now, we forgot to mention that a meal is standard with your stay, so would you care to have some delivered to your suite?" asked the man, his voice still laced with a level of nervousness proportionate to the strength and direction of Isolda's projected aura. "I, uh, have a menu," he added, presenting two parchment lists backed with leather-bound boards. "But I can always come back later if you need time to decide."

A mere glance at the menu would show Isolda that their selections were indeed high class. Main courses of beef medallions, honey-roasted ham and braised fish, along with the relatively uncommon option of venison steak were available, while sides of various vegetables, fruits, cheese and manchet bread apparently came along with whatever choice Isolda made. Needless to say, the half-elf and her catgirl companion would be eating quite well that night. At the mention of food, it wasn't long before Oribel was out from behind the tub, fully clothed, in order to take a peek at the menu. "Ooh! I love fish... but the venison sounds good, too. Huum... I'll have to settle for the fish, though," remarked Oribel, unable to help herself.

The staffer's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the girl's clearly Voidic origins, but dared not say anything in Isolda's presence. "I... see! I'll be sure to remember it. And for you, miss?"
 
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A brief flutter of mixed relief rushed through Isolda as she relaxed once the person at the door announced themselves properly. A little bit of excitement had built up too, which faded with a sense of mild disappointment, but she didn't dwell too long on that. The boy behind the door, for a boy he was compared to the pale wanderer, would receive a smile that was at least a tiny bit suggestive from her as she opened the door, and once she had glanced around behind him quickly to make sure that he didn't have friends waiting to come knocking Isolda gave him her full attention.

"No, your timing is actually excellent" she said in a friendly matter. After her encounter with Oribel she wasn't exactly looking to get laid, but she normally defaulted to confrontational or flirtatious depending on who she was dealing with, and in her mind this situation drove her to the latter. "That we got a meal with our room was mentioned, actually, and we were just thinking of coming down to get something to eat" she continued in a casually friendly manner, letting her natural charms do their work, "and if we can have it delivered here all the better!"

She would allow him in to present the menus, and Oribel's excitement drew a brief chuckle from Isolda. "Don't you get venison often enough?" she asked, part teasing and part genuinely curious. Brevnia had a healthy population to hunt, at least as far as she knew, and Isolda doubted that the catgirl relied on rabbits and other rodents for all of her meals if survived by hunting. "I'll take beef with vegetables, I think. Mmmm, and some cheese with that too, actually. I can pay extra if it's necessary." With that her ordering would be done, and she would let the young man out, trying to be as dominating a presence as possible through careful manipulation of her aura so that he wouldn't remember Oribel and her voidic features too much. She didn't suspect the hotel staff of being a danger, but an innocent comment in the wrong place could cause a lot of trouble, and even though she'd just met the felvari Isolda would rather have the trouble fall on herself than on her.

Once he was gone, she would close the door again and turn back to Oribel, "so, what now? We've got a little while to wait, I imagine, and we've already gotten our clothes off and then on again."
 
Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

The wanderer's conscious adjustments to her aura helped bring the young man at ease, though he still retained a tinge of nervousness--one that was brought about less from his guest's intimidating stature and more by her stunning beauty. Even when Oribel emerged from behind the tub, it would prove difficult for the employee to peel his eyes off of the white-haired one in front of him, particularly her pretty face and sizable assets. It certainly wasn't the most professional of acts, but Isolda knew her Voidic charms to be capable of breaking the guise of rectitude and then some.

The Felvari grinned in response to Isolda's remark, looking all too pleased with herself. "I do, but it's not something I get every day, so I don't get sick of it THAT easily! Plus, I'm kinda curious as to how inns like these prepare them. But then again, I get fish even less, so yah, going with that!" explained Oribel cheerfully. "Also fruits!"

"Alright, so braised fish with fruit and beef medallions with vegetables and cheese," confirmed the man aloud. "A-And no, no need to pay extra, i-it's all fine, really! I'll be back soon," he added with a sheepish smile towards Isolda, turning and taking his leave when she allowed him to. Whether or not he'd recall their order properly was yet to be seen, but either way it was unlikely that he'd remember Oribel's features thanks to the quarter-demon's efforts to divert attention onto herself.

And with that, the two were alone again, presumably with at least a few minutes to kill. Even if Isolda didn't care to initiate anything, she'd soon find that the catgirl wouldn't stay still for long. Oribel, proving herself to have all of the trademark curiosity that her feline relatives were known for, soon began to inspect the room and its furnishings a second time, feeling the polished wood of the dressers and the soft sheets of the bed once again. "Hehe... some parts of the Hepta's hideout are nice, but not even THIS nice. I wonder what kind of people stay here? Probably only the most important ones," remarked the Felvari aloud, speaking to herself as much as to Isolda. "Or people with really fancy tastes, maybe."

It wasn't terribly long, perhaps twenty minutes or so, until their server returned with a cart upon which two covered silver platters sat. He seemed calm enough until his eyes met those of Isolda's once more, and then his hands began to shake slightly as he proceeded with the formalities, moving the meals and napkin-wrapped sets of silverware onto the nearby table, which had been sculpted masterfully and polished to a shine. "Beef medallions with a vegetable medley and Gremic pale cheese, as well as braised strongfish with a...assorted fruit. Generation wine and spiced water for your thirst. Is there auh, anything else I can bring you?"

Unless Isolda had any immediate orders to add, he would then head back to the lobby, but not after taking a few shameless looks back over his shoulder. Oribel plopped down onto one of the seats, her stomach growling as she set eyes upon her meal. There was no pre-meal prayer or anything of the sort; she simply dug in without further fanfare, even using her hands to do so. The set of silverware that had been provided sat beside Oribel's plate unused as she picked into the main body of her meal as if it were bread, her manners (or lack thereof) as feral as any the wanderer had previously seen.

The way in which she ate reminded Isolda of some street urchins she had known in her youth, who practically inhaled their food as if it could be snatched out from under their nose at any moment--as it very well could. It might have been a peculiar habit for someone as pretty as Oribel, but perhaps understandable considering her background. A speck or two of leftover fruit lingered upon the corner of her mouth as she finished.

"Mmm, that was just what I needed! Think I've got enough energy now... oh wait, we were supposed to go visit Alona, weren't we? Ehehe, I almost forgot. Mmph, well, I'm about ready when you are," commented the catgirl.
 
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Isolda would roll her eyes as Oribel began touring the room more thoroughly, though after the felvari delivered her remark about difference between the furnishings of this place and the headquarters of the Black Hepta the wanderer would say; "Rich ones, generally. I normally don't have the coin for this sort of place either, but Havenport hasn't exactly been hard on me financially~ I was actually pretty broke when I first arrived, but that got fixed pretty quickly. You mostly stay out in the woods, right?"

As she made idle conversation with the young felvari, Isolda idly pondered the similarities between the two. She did her own share of roughing it out in the wilds and often preferred to keep her own company, at least on an emotional level if not a physical one given her appetites and unique social grace, but unlike Oribel she was perhaps even more proficient at surviving in an urban environment.

Their similarities, at least in style, would become even more apparent a short while later when the food server returned and they settled down to eat, but before he left Isolda would opt to get in a little bit more flirtation first. "Ahhh, food's here! Thank you very much," she said in a seemingly normal voice, though she would offer the young man a knowing smile as he set their table. "That will be quite enough, thank you~" she added dismissively, but then bent over to pull Oribel's chair out for her. It just so happened that her leather skirt rose a bit more than it needed to in order to accommodate her action, and that the angle she made with the door allowed the young man to catch more and more of her alabaster skin as the stiff black material rose and passed over her thighs. Her hips would tilt as Oribel happily plopped down oblivious to the wanderer's mischief, and then her legs would part just slightly as she pushed Oribel's chair a bit forward to put the felvari in reach of her food. A tiny hint of glistening pink between her legs and the lower curve of her shapely rear would peak out from beneath the lip of her skirt after that tiny shift, plainly visible as the young man shot one of his looks back and revealing that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

Her flirtatious display would come only as Oribel was distracted by her food, as Isolda would turn her head to look over her shoulder at the young serving boy, a much more sultry knowing look on her face. Reaching back, she slowly lift her skirt a little bit more, exposing one of her pale rear cheeks and a bit more of her sex while silently mouthing the word; "Oops!" He would only get to see that much for about a second before she pulled her skirt back down to conceal everything, but by that point Isolda was sure that she'd done enough to fill the young man's fantasies for the night.

Her amusing distraction done with, Isolda would move to take her own seat, beckoning the young man to be off with a shooing motion if he hadn't continued out of the room and closed the door, and then it was back to pondering Oribel while she ate her meal with a bit more class. It was actually startling how reminiscent the felvari's eating habits were to her own from her younger days. Her own mannerisms were still hardly courtly, but she had learned through observation how one ought to eat in more polite societies than the one she had grown up in. Oribel, however, ate exactly like Isolda had growing up on the streets as a child, including the quick motions that were meant to keep any wanderings hands from snatching away her meal. The wanderer had no such intentions as she watched, mildly transfixed, and much more slowly brought portions of her own meal up to her mouth via skewering them on the end of a knife.

Swallowing a mouthful of beef after Oribel had finished and exclaimed her satisfaction with their meal, Isolda smirked and replied; "We were, yes... I see you were hungry in more ways than I had originally thought though! Let me finish up, and we can get going." With that, Isolda would move to quickly polish off her own meal, eating a bit more like Oribel had, and when the plate was cleaned she would rise up and nod, "alright, lets get going." She wouldn't return the key on the way out, having told Oribel that they would come back earlier and planning to do so anyway, but she would leave a trio of coins on the table as a tip. It was too nice a room to waste on only their little tryst, particularly given how much she'd spent on it, and she suspected that she wouldn't be sleeping at Ciran's tonight anyway. That thought reminded her of all of her various errands, and as they headed toward the door of their room Isolda would heave a deep sigh.

'So many things to do... I need to get Ciran's wheelbarrow back to him, get Oribel and Alona over to that hideout, and chase down Sorio and Renan and find out how they're doing.... So little time in the day! When did I get so busy?' she thought to herself, and would quietly ruminate on how to efficiently get through all of that before night fell unless Oribel opted to say something to break her silence. She would give the young server she'd given a show to sly grin if she spotted him, but wouldn't opt to engage him further at that point, having likely given him quite enough to remember her by already. She was starting to learn her way around Havenport and could probably get there if she had to, but if Oribel gave any inclination that she knew how to get to the Silver Quarters she would let the felvari take the lead in the final leg of their journey to find Alona. Hopefully it would be an uneventful trip.
 
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Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"You were really that broke when you got here? How'd you--oh... right, ehehe," replied Oribel, answering her own question before Isolda could properly respond. "Kinda hard for me to imagine Berthane having too much money, but that's mainly 'cause of how he looked. Denth was probably loaded, huh? I still can't help but wonder how Nottis reaaally feels about all that," commented the catgirl, scratching the back of her head. "But then again, he probably thinks he's got you in the bag or something. Anyway, as for me, I spend most of my time outside, so money doesn't really matter all that much. At least not nearly as much as it does here in the city. In the woods, it's just extra weight and maybe a jingle to give you away, and on the road, it's another excuse for people to rob you! Not that YOU prolly have to worry about it much... but I do."

The server could only muster a nervous, yet polite smile towards Isolda as he went about setting the table up for them, though he found it easier to remain calm after averting his eyes from hers. He then seemed to make a conscious attempt to avoid eye contact, if only to keep his hands from trembling too much as he finished removing the covers from their platters. "I-It's not a problem!" he exclaimed abruptly in response, using a somewhat louder than conversational tone as if startled. "Let me know if there's anything else you... need..." the man trailed off, his train of thought quickly derailed by the pale beauty's deliberate self-exposure.

He took on a dumbfounded look in little time at all, his gaze glued upon the swordswoman's slick crevice. Perhaps he had just as quickly entered his fantasy world, one where he, not bound by the obligations of his employment or discouraged by the presence of the other girl, as well as his own inhibitions, would have taken her invitation to have a go right then and there. Isolda's flirtatious gesture would earn her as much attention as she expected and then some, as it took the youth a few seconds to snap out of it even after she had finally ended the show.

His shameless gawking was enough for Oribel to look up momentarily from her food to flatten her ears and growl a little at him, which caused the man to quickly pull a platter cover up to his hips--perhaps to hide any rude bodily signs he might have unwittingly exhibited--and move out with the cart in an odd hurry.

"E... Enjoy your meal!" he stammered, walking with an odd stride that Isolda could only guess to be the result of accommodating a growing erection. Her shameless teasing done, she was then free to share a relatively quiet dinner with Oribel.

"Hehe, it's your fault that I got so hungry," remarked the Felvari playfully, finishing her meal before licking her lips clean as opposed to using the napkin that was provided. She then stretched out with her arms over her head, looking all too pleased with the meal. "Wow, that was good! Some of the spices were kinda weird, but still, I might get spoiled by city food if I stick around here too long. So yah, let's go!" Donning her cloak, she followed Isolda downstairs.

While their server was nowhere to be found, the woman attending the front desk from before was still there, preoccupied with explaining current vacancies to some well-dressed customers, who couldn't help but give Isolda and the cloaked catgirl an odd look. Certainly the two weren't the inn's standard sort of visitor, and so the odd looks were almost to be expected.

But none of that mattered once they were out on the street again. Isolda's sense of direction certainly wasn't that bad, as residents of Grem had to learn some sort of navigation or perish in the terrible cold. Oribel also seemed to know the way, for the most part, and so it didn't take the wanderer very long to find familiar districts, which in turn took her back to one of the first places she visited upon arriving in Havenport... the Silver Quarters.

The establishment seemed much busier than when Isolda first saw it--clearly, it was one of those busier nights. A line of men at least two dozen strong trailed out the door and alongside the front of the building. As Isolda approached, the silver-haired woman watching the door from before nearly made a motion as if to stop her--but all it would take was a flash of one of the rings on the warrior's person to grant her proper entry. It would earn a surprised look from the individual that Isolda might guess to be the mistress, but she would get no arguments.

"I see... I had no idea that you possessed such strong connections, otherwise I'd have let you in sooner the first time you were here. I am Illyana," pronounced the older woman, giving Isolda a slow nod and gracefully ushering her inside. Many of the men made catcalls and whistles towards the white-haired traveler and her companion, while others seemed irritated by the fact that she possessed some sort of special privilege. Oribel stuck close to Isolda, seemingly offput by the presence of the johns.

"It's a busy night, as you can see," she explained.

Oribel looked around nervously, clearing her throat before speaking. "We're hoping to pick Alona up for something that's erm, really important."

"I see," replied Illyana. "Normally I wouldn't have a problem with that, so long as she consented to it, as I am aware she has duties outside the Silver Quarters... but you see, this entire line here is specifically for Alona. She's quite popular in this district, as you can imagine. Hopefully you're not in a rush?"

Oribel huffed. "Sort of."

"I suppose I could let her know that you two are here." Illyana casually made her way to one of the rooms upstairs, from which creaking in a steady rhythm can be heard.

Seconds later, the sounds stopped, followed by an audible groan. It wasn't long before two sets of steps could be heard coming down the stairs. The first woman to make it back down was the mistress, while the second was one who Isolda could guess to be Alona. She was a stunningly beautiful and fairly tall woman, not quite as tall as Isolda, but certainly a few inches above Eira and Oribel, with chestnut hair and lightly tanned skin. Her build was of the voluptuous type, with a bust nearly comparable to that of Isolda's own, and she wore a loose, purple silk robe which appeared to have been put on in haste. While she looked human, there was undoubtedly a charisma about her, an air of sorts, that made her seem almost otherworldly.

Her green eyes meeting those of Oribel's, then Isolda's, she managed a half smirk. "Oh, goody. Here to interrupt my night of fun on Nottis' behalf, are you? I hope you can wait, because I've got quite the line and I'm not one to disappoint a paying customer," said the beauty. "Unless you were hoping to have a go with me yourself?"

Oribel blushed, though her facial expression would show her to be almost offended by the implication, and she shook her head.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Oribel doesn't share," said Alona teasingly. "But how about you? I don't believe we've met before," she added, turning her attention to Isolda. "You seem... different. I know the type when I see it."
 
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"Oh yes, I'm sure he's more than a little peeved about me killing his subordinates. Thankfully, it's not only in the bag that he wants me~" Isolda quipped in response to Oribel's presumption about Nottis, ending her sentence with a light giggle. Growing only a little bit more serious, she tilted her head at Oribel's confirmation that she spent most of her time in the wilderness, and after a thoughtful hum would reply; "I suppose that's true, yeah. I always cushion my coin so that it can't swing about, but if you don't need it then there's no sense collecting it."

Following her teasing of their server and their meal, Oribel's playful comment drew another giggle from Isolda, and she would reply; "Glad you liked it! I usually don't eat this fancy myself, admittedly, and I have to say that it was a nice change of pace from what I usually eat. That's kinda been the story of Havenport for me so far, actually, but that was definitely the best I've had." Once she was done, they were quickly on their way, and Isolda would leave their door closed but unlocked after carefully making sure that they hadn't forgotten to grab any of their possessions. Before departing, however, she would retrieve Berthane's ring from her pack and slip it into one of her fingers.

Her forethought paid off immediately when they arrived at the Silver Quarters, where a long line of men were seemingly waiting their turn, prompting the wanderer to raise an eyebrow as they walked up towards the entrance to the brothel. She would take the lead as they approached the door, displaying an air of utmost confidence regardless of the jeers aimed at her by some of the men waiting their turn, and when the woman manning the door moved to stop her the wanderer casually displayed the ring with the seal of the Black Hepta on it, acting as if she belonged. The surprise on the woman's face showed, but she wasn't stunned for long, and Isolda offered a noncommittal grunt and then nodded without giving her own name in turn. There was no need for her to know Isolda by name, in her mind, and she would walk in without a word when ushered forward.

She would let Oribel do the talking when the felvari opted to display the initiative, sensing the other woman's discomfort at their surroundings despite that she hardly shared them. While she had never been a client at a brothel, various jobs had taken her to them before even though she'd never actually worked at one as a prostitute, and the carnal atmosphere wasn't something that would put the lustful wanderer on edge under most circumstances. She did quirk an eyebrow at the revelation that the entire line was for Alona, but otherwise made no response as the woman departed to bring Alona down. She listened, her sharp ears catching the sounds of footsteps leading up to the sound of a room in the sort of use that Isolda could appreciate, and after a telltale groan that brought a grin to the wanderer's face two sets of footsteps came back downstairs.

And then, Isolda finally met the woman she and Oribel had been sent out to track down as Alona came downstairs behind Illyana. As stunning as she was, Isolda sized her up before stopping to admire her. She was tall, nearly as tall as the pale wanderer herself, and the otherworldly charisma that she possessed marked her as distinctly unusual, though Isolda wasn't immediately sure whether or not she was possessed of a voidic bloodline like her and Nottis. Her skin was darker than Isolda's, though only a light tan rather than the sort of darkness that might suggest she was Deunic or Ayonian in origin, and her chestnut hair framed a face that was as flawlessly formed as her own, complete with emerald eyes no less striking than her own steely grey ones. Her figure was a match for Isolda's own, her bust only a little bit smaller if not about the same size as hers, and her hips possessing similarly appealing proportions. Her hastily thrown on clothes, in sharp contrast to her own more practical wear, were clearly the garments of one of her profession, the classical violet robe made of finely woven silk showing off her ample proportions far better than her own armor and leather could.

"I'm afraid so, yes" Isolda replied casually to Alona's quip about the reason for their visit, leaving a hand on her hip and the other hanging comfortably at her side while returning Alona's half-smile. The nonverbal response from Oribel brought a wider smirk from Isolda, who had suspected that she might not much like the wanderer's own sexual habits too much more than Alona's and was being given more and more reason to believe such. "Not tonight, I don't think~" she replied flirtatiously, but then adopted a little bit more even a tone as she continued; "We haven't met, but I have heard of you before. My name is Isolda, and I'm... New. I, ahhhh, can't help but notice the line waiting for you, and while I'm normally not one to ask about anyone else's sexual habits before I enjoy them personally, I can't help but wonder how you were planning on servicing that many men in a row. We don't really have a set timetable, but sooner would be better than later."
 
Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"Isolda... I'm Alona, but since you asked for me by name, I figure you already know. New, are you? I could tell. That must mean someone's left us... I'm going to guess it was Denth. He always was far too smug for his own good."

Alona took a moment to flash a coy smile to her adoring regulars in line. "I'll be just a moment, sweeties," she called out to them aloud, turning back to the visitors at hand soon after.

"Fufu... well, do you really want to know in detail?" she asked with a devilish grin. "A line like this could take me just a few hours, or all night, depending on what's on the menu for the boys out there. Some are fine with groups, and that cuts off a lot in the way of time spent. It's quite the thrill, though, you know... men all around you, each looking to get anything he can out of even just your hand. Once you get used to it, it's quite a rush! Especially if you like being the center of attention," explained the woman shamelessly.

"Of course, something tells me that you tend to be, whether you like it or not. Should try it sometime," suggested Alona. The looks that the wanderer received from the men outside confirmed the implication, and would stay persistent unless Isolda made a conscious effort to shift her aura to a much more hostile one in nature.

"But, I know it's not for everyone," came her follow-up, which caused Oribel to bite her lower lip and fold her arms uncomfortably.

Alona couldn't help but grin at such a reaction. "Aww, are you still mad at me?" teased the temptress.

"... I'm gonna go outside for a bit," was all that Oribel managed to say in response, puffing her cheeks afterwards. Unless Isolda moved to stop her, she would take her leave for the time being, her ears twitching with annoyance at Alona's brazen behavior.

Once the Felvari had left, Alona commented, "For a Voidic girl, she's really quite picky, isn't she? Shame. I know Nottis must have sent you and all, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait until I am done tonight," said the courtesan. "Unless you plan on helping me whittle this line away? You seem like you'd be a perfect fit for a place like this. Otherwise, come back in... about four hours, perhaps. No guarantees, though~!"
 
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"Two. Denth..... And Berthane," Isolda replied to Alona's assumption, and carefully watched the woman's reaction. She hadn't seemingly thought too much of the owner of the Ebonstone, but the same might not be said of the old cursed man.

Whatever her reaction to the news of Berthane's death, Isolda would be content to let the subject drop there if Alona was, and would respond to Alona's devilish grin when the wanderer pressed her about the nature of her activities with one of her own. "Well... I never mind sharing tricks~" she shot back playfully, though she would tilt her head and be a bit less playful as she continued; "I haven't really tried more than two at once before.... I'm sure it could be fun though!" Shooting a quick glance sideways towards Oribel, she added; "I'm not sure that I'll be trying it today, however."

Isolda's initial reaction to Alona's statement regarding multiple partner was, internally as much as externally, slightly mixed. She obviously had no issues with having multiple partners at once, and had certainly never shied away from being the center of attention. She might not revel in it quite as much as Alona seemed to, but the prospect of being surrounded by men, all of them focused only on her, was innately exciting, particularly with the leftover tension from her session with Oribel leaving her still in a mood to further indulge in her more carnal hunger. On the other hand, it was obvious that Oribel would be upset if she opted to act on those instincts and the felvari found out about it, and while she had no intention of excluding all other partners for the other woman's sake, Isolda wasn't heartless or tactless enough to fail to at least think about it before making any decisions. There was also the matter that if she rose to Alona's teasing, she would be engaging in prostitution, a profession that she found innately distasteful.

As a child growing up on the streets, she had met many members of the lowest dregs of society, and that had certainly included more than a few women who made meager livings at brothels. She could recall few among the many she had met who remained at that job and stayed in good condition. Many had been addicted to drugs, and most had contracted particularly foul diseases from their clients. What was more, their handlers were often abusive, and they rarely had a choice in the matter of how they were treated once money changed hands. Looking at Alona, it was readily apparent that the woman had none of those problems, or at least that none of them were poorly hidden enough to be obvious, and it was hard to imagine the Hepta woman as being lacking in control in the bedroom as well. That didn't do much to assuage Isolda's reflexive distaste for her chosen profession, but it did chip at a kink in the wall enough to leave a crack through which she could admit her interest in the idea of joining Alona for a night.

It was about then that Oribel's distaste for Alona prompted her to excuse herself, however, and Isolda would glance at the felvari and offer a nod at her announcement. "Alright, I'll see you outside," she replied, but as she watched Oribel go she caught some of the looks being sent her way by the men waiting their turn with Alona. Those sorts of looks were hardly something that she was uncomfortable with, and the wanderer shot a grin over her shoulder and idly shifted her stance a tiny bit, letting them get a slightly better look at her newly emphasized figure.

Alona's quip about Oribel drew Isolda's attention back to the prostitute, and she offered a quiet nod of agreement. "Yeah... To each their own though. Some people don't swing both ways, and some people prefer reliable partners. There's nothing wrong with it." Isolda's expression spread into a grin again, and she glanced back over her shoulder at the waiting line as she folded her arms over her chest, though she also heaved a sigh at the time she was given. "This is kind of a matter of... Well, not being murdered, I guess, so we'll have to do something to shave that time down, at least."

Isolda would turn back to Alona, a slightly nervous hint appearing on her face, "even though Oribel and I did just get done with that sort of entertainment, I... Am decidedly tempted. I do like new experiences, and as much as I love a good tongue, I'm a pretty big fan of dick too." She kept her voice low and soft, in case Orible was listening, but despite that she was grinning excitedly and had a slight flush to her pale complexion. "That said... I do have a few issues. I'm not exactly enamored with the idea of being a prostitute, for one, but that I think I can work past. Second, I'm not sure how I could be of, ahhh, assistance without Oribel figuring it out, and while my view on exclusive relationships is much closer to yours than to hers, I'd rather not upset her too much. Also, I don't want to get pregnant, and I took a potion to make sure I wouldn't after being irresponsible a couple days ago. You probably know how the emergency ones mess with your system, especially if you take them one after another, and I'd rather avoid that particular hassle if I get the chance. I imagine you make use of the more long term alternatives given your choice of profession, am I correct? I've heard that one has its own side effects, depending on the herbs."

She hadn't said yes yet, but from the look on her face it was clear that Isolda was at least considering Alona's proposal even as she stated the hang-ups she had with the idea. The images inspired by Alona's description of taking on multiple partners at once kept on cropping up, stoking the fire under her voidic lust, and Isolda couldn't help but keep thinking up ways in which it might be incredibly enjoyable. Even so, she also knew she had a few things that she could fill that time with, minor tasks that nonetheless needed doing. She could return Ciran's wheelbarrow for one, and maybe track down Renan and Sorio and see how they were getting along with all of their freshly freed slaves. Which option she took would depend largely on Alona's responses to her various queries.
 
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Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"AND Berthane? My... ever the busy one, aren't you. I'm sure Nottis is simply thrilled to have landed himself such a jewel. No one's ever held two rings at once before--not besides Nottis himself, anyway." Despite the initial look of surprise upon her finely shaped features, however, Alona didn't seem particularly grieved by the death of the old Voidic mutant... or whatever he was. "In fact, I would say that might only be the second or third time that a ring has been taken by force. Forgive me for not keeping track, though--I'm a little out of the loop. While Nottis is content to distance himself from the world of men, I must say, I rather enjoy it."

"You won't be trying it... today?! Hmpf!" Isolda's correction didn't seem to calm Oribel down as much as it should have, as she was quick to leave the establishment regardless, likely finding the lustful airs given off by the men oddly oppressive to her own tastes. It was clear that the catgirl simply didn't feel comfortable around Alona, though that was likely due to their history, as the wanderer couldn't sense any underlying hostility from the courtesan.

"Oh, don't mind her," Alona said in a calming voice. "If I know Oribel like I think I know her, she's probably marched off quite a good ways by now. Though if you wish to chase her, be my guest! I'm not sure how long you've been acquainted with the cat, but she does do that from time to time, has little temper tantrums... you know, like any feline. I believe she's done that with the bunny, too? If I recall correctly, it took her a few days to return to the city after I last upset her--an honest mistake on my part, really! She always comes back at some point, though... kitty can never get enough, it seems. Turns out it's pretty lonely out there in the wilderness," she added with a grin.

"But I'm never lonely here. Not with my adoring fans. So the least I could do for them, Hepta business aside, is show them how much I appreciate their company... it's just good manners, don't you think?"

The blush across Isolda's cheeks wouldn't go unnoticed. "And something tells me that you want this as much as I do... yes, you want to be fucked, don't you? Believe me, I know how it feels, to be so insatiable. Women like us are too much for any one man to handle, Voidic or otherwise, more often than not. So, why don't you help me? Oribel will be back, I'm sure... I'll gladly go with you back to the warehouse if you assist me with these hungry boys. Don't call it 'prostitution'--it's such a poor stigma, really. Call it a favor, a trade of sorts. Of course, I'll give you a cut, if you're looking for cash... but it's never been about the money for me. It's about the experience," she explained.

When Isolda made mentions of pregnancy, Alona simply responded with a shrug and a smile. "Mm... luckily for me, I've been so blessed as to have a natural way to get around that sort of inconvenience. We do have such potions here available for any of the girls, but I've never needed them, personally. Turns out I have a bit of um, body chemistry that works to my advantage. As for you... well, if nothing else, you could be my little fluffer? So long as you don't mind me hogging all of the finishes," she teased. "Don't worry so much, though. These boys are all of my regulars, and this is a high-class establishment; they're not some filthy beggars with unknown bugs. Most are artisans or merchants. I'd say they're as healthy as any, especially in the way of sex drives. Fufu..."
 
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Isolda smirked slightly in response to Alona's comment, a line of thought surprisingly similar to the one given by Oribel. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that impression.... Though, I have to wonder who took rings by force before, now that you mention that. Perhaps I'll ask Nottis about that later," Isolda replied, letting her curious musings be stated out loud before just as quickly dismissing them. Alona and Oribel probably didn't know, and it was just another item on the list of things that didn't really matter but that piqued the wanderer's curiosity about the various Hepta members.

Moments later, Oribel's reaction to her efforts to diffuse the situation weren't precisely heartening, but she wouldn't do anything to try and stop the felvari from making her hasty exit, merely frowning at her back as she left. Turning back to Alona, the pale warrior woman maintained her frown even as she made her teasing comments regarding Oribel's behavior. A clearer picture of Alona was beginning to form, and while she felt like she could probably get along with the woman well enough, she didn't have the sort of wit that Isolda was likely to appreciate. She obviously didn't mind abrading a few feelings with her comments, and while Isolda herself wasn't exactly one to suffer a fragile ego, Oribel seemed to be, and when she had taken people into her bed it was usually enough to create a degree of empathy for them. It might have been mildly hypocritical given the action that she herself was contemplating, but Isolda found it a bit distasteful to hear Alona so be so cavalier in mocking the felvari's attitude towards sex.

Still, she wasn't so much angry as displeased, and the subject of sex was quick enough to get Isolda to cast aside her unpleasant emotions in favor of a wry grin as Alona noted her blush. 'Fuck yes I do!' she thought to herself, her imagination going back to teasing her with the idea of the scenario that Alona had described earlier might feel like, and the way her smile broadened would more or less confirm Alona's suggestion. "Eheh.... Well, if you're good at something, never do it for free, right?" Isolda quipped, before the subject of pregnancy came up and Isolda was left slightly taken aback. Her initial thought was that Alona was simply infertile, but the way the woman said it suggested something more. What did it mean? Isolda had no idea, but at the idea of merely being a fluffer the wanderer's pride flared immediately. The idea of participating without ever getting any real satisfaction of her own, either from her own pleasure or from finishing any of her prospective partners, certainly didn't appeal to her after even a moment of thought about it.

"Well, I can't have that...." she said, glancing back, first at the men waiting in line and then to see if Oribel was lurking immediately outside. Assuming that the felvari was nowhere in sight, Isolda would look back at Alona with a broad and eager grin and nervous butterflies in her stomach. "If I'm going to get dick, I'm not letting it get away unfinished. You've got your help.... I'm just going to go and see if Oribel's lurking outside, see if I can avoid any more of that sort of drama and just tell her I'll see you back to the hideout," she said in a low voice, and then turned to stride outside and cast her gaze about for the catgirl, her concerns about ending up with child completely forgotten as her excitement at what she'd just agreed to do started thrumming through her. Her gaze kept covertly flitting back to the men waiting in line, never remaining on any one for more than a few seconds even as she quickly sized them up. Who would end up with her, and who would end up with Alona? Perhaps more importantly, which between the two of them could handle more? It was the first time in a while that Isolda found herself wondering whether her stamina might be tested, not only against multiple partners but against another woman was by all appearances no less insatiable than she. Combine that with a new experience, going well beyond two partners at once, and she knew that she would be in for a treat.

She would endeavor to mask her excitement behind a pensive frown should Oribel approach, or be seen nearby and then approaching when Isolda beckoned her over, hoping that the felvari hadn't seen any signs of her intentions. Of course, if Oribel wasn't around, there wasn't anything stopping Isolda from turning around after a few moments and going back inside with Alona, ready to go upstairs and get ready for what they were about to do.
 
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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

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Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal

"Exactly. Even the most plain of women have their expenses, you know... and I can tell that you have yours," commented Alona, looking over Isolda's set of armor and the swords on her back. "You might want to set those aside for now, though. Can't have you scaring away our customers with your big frightening toys~!"

A glance back towards the line would show that Oribel was no longer in the immediate vicinity, not near the line or right outside the window anyway. If the catgirl was nearby, then she wasn't letting her presence be known, or she had turned a corner. On the other hand, none of the men that Isolda noticed in line before had left--if anything, there were a few more in the queue now than she remembered.

At Isolda's bold response, the tan-skinned woman exhibited the faintest trace of a smile. Her tone of voice was as sultry and suggestive as ever, and she bore no shame in her teasing of the pale-skinned warrior. "Ooh, now that's what I want to hear. I guess you're not one to back down from a challenge, are you? But you know, it is getting busier than I expected, so you'll be thrown into deep waters real soon. I just hope you can swim," remarked Alona, releasing a low giggle.

By the time the swordswoman stepped outside, she had to shift herself sideways to get past the door which was quickly becoming crowded. Indeed, the catgirl had gone... somewhere. Even Isolda's sharp ears couldn't catch her footsteps; then again, Oribel was very good at moving silently. That, or she wasn't moving at all, perhaps sulking in a nearby corner. But from where the half-elf stood, taking a look around, she couldn't see her.

Meanwhile, many of the johns in line set their suggestive looks upon the white-haired wanderer looking about. She could practically feel their lustful intentions; perhaps her Voidic aura had unconsciously set itself to a more alluring air given the mental fantasies that the woman was willing to entertain. The more aroused she felt inwardly, the more those in line seemed to respond in kind. Even Ulfring had been drawn in by her inherently magnetic Voidic nature, so it was no surprise that she would be attracting much in the way of stares. As she moved to re-enter the building, Isolda would find many an appreciative look upon her, along with a few blatant comments that could pass as propositions.

"You working tonight? I hope you are."

"I'm not sure if you're here as a customer or what, but I'd pay good coin for you."

Others simply whistled, while one man in the crowd made a catcall. This was the nightly life of a woman like Alona, it seemed. And though Isolda could easily make any of these folk lose their teeth for such comments, tonight they weren't some random blokes--they were valued customers. Some were clearly in better shape than others or had more in the looks department, but it was quite an assortment. No doubt they would have different behaviors in the sack as well.

When she returned to the light and warmth of the Silver Quarters' exterior, Alona would greet her with a knowing smile. "Mm, you ready? Let's make you more... presentable, shall we?" Beckoning the wanderer upstairs, the courtesan would then lead her into a large, lavishly furnished room. To the left side was a large, oak armoire and a leather loveseat, and at the opposite end was a small table and a wooden wash basin with a few towels stored on a tall rack. "This is where the fun is had."

In the center of the chamber was a single, sizable bed with silvery satin sheets, upon which a heaving, lanky man with flaxen hair lay sprawled out. His member had already gone limp, indicating that Alona had likely already finished him before coming down.


"Sorry I had to hurry, dear... but if you want another round, just wait out there for a moment, hmm? My new friend needs to get herself ready for some fun," said the tan-skinned vixen to her latest john. The man slowly rose, gave them both a surprised look, and nodded a few times nervously, gathering his clothes from the floor before taking his leave.

This left Isolda free to remove her gear and set her weapons aside in one place. There was a small space between the wall and the armoire, which Alona motioned to before opening the latter. "You can store your things over in this corner, or even inside of this. Though mind the dresses, hmm? Actually, speaking of which--you seem about my size," commented the seductress, who began to browse through her inventory of clothes hung up within.

Pulling three garments from the stash, she would then wait until the swordswoman undressed herself. After Isolda did so, Alona then casually walk up, pressing her ample bust against that of the other woman's and placing her hands on her hips. "Mm... almost matching, perfectly. Why don't you try this one?" Of the three she had in hand, she pushed forward a sheer red negligee of sorts. It left very little to the imagination, barely covering her ample breasts, with the rest being practically see-through all the way down, leaving her exposed unless she chose to keep a pair of panties on--or ask for them. It certainly wasn't the usual sort of clothing that Isolda was used to wearing up until this point; thus far in Havenport she had either been fully armored or nude, for the most part. And she certainly hadn't been naked in front of as many men as were waiting downstairs... not at once, anyway.

The other two gowns in Alona's possession were a longer, somewhat more conservative black number, though not by much, and an airy yet lacy white set of lingerie. Isolda could ask to try on either of those, or to simply go with what she was recommended.

After she got dressed and stored away her equipment, Isolda would find the other woman looking her over, making minor adjustments to her appearance and brushing smooth any stray hairs from the top of her head. Then, ever so shamelessly, she would drop a hand and set it upon the wanderer's inner thigh, running her fingers up the smooth skin until she would catch a hint of Isolda's wetness, so as to check exactly how aroused she was.

"Ooh... as I thought, fufu. You nervous? I wasn't sure if you'd actually go for it. Not many girls can do this so easily, you know--and those that two prefer one at a time. If you ever feel... overwhelmed, just let me know and I can take over whoever you don't want. Don't worry. I'll help you relax a little. I should have been better about easing other girls into this, but I've learned by now. Probably," commented the chestnut-haired beauty with a demure grin, her green eyes meeting those of Isolda's. Soon enough the wanderer felt the courtesan's embrace, as Alona eased her into a more comfortable state with her warm, calming touch. Her motions were practiced, enough so to feel quite natural, despite lacking the same sense of attachment that Oribel exhibited.

Alona's smooth, soft fingertips began to roam up and down Isolda's slit, providing her with some much-needed stimulation. All the while, she smirked and whispered into the wanderer's ear, noticing its sharpness. "Mm, part elf, are we? In addition to being Voidic. You really ARE something special... and yet all of these common men are about to have the time of their lives with you. I bet you actually can't wait, can you? Having them pump your pussy... slam into your throat... and go deep into your ass. Some of them are VERY good. Think you can handle that all at once...? Fufu. Oh, was it something I said? You seem to have gotten wetter," she teased, her breathing growing shallow with her own anticipation as she increased the tempo of her strokes, circling the wanderer's clit ever so gently before pulling away... then resuming her attentions. Every action she took was pleasurable, and yet she intentionally kept the other woman on the edge, as if seeking to make her want it even more. It wasn't long before Isolda was turned on, perhaps moreso than she had been in the past two weeks. Nor would it have been a surprise if Alona shared the same sort of Voidic pheromones that she did.

"Just say the word when you're ready," Alona reminded her.
 
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"Exactly. Even the most plain of women have their expenses, you know... and I can tell that you have yours," commented Alona, looking over Isolda's set of armor and the swords on her back. "You might want to set those aside for now, though. Can't have you scaring away our customers with your big frightening toys~!"
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"Eheh, well I doubt the money will hurt me, at least. I do have my expenses.... As for the toys, I was going to ask for some place to put them away, but I was planning on keeping one on hand. The original reason Oribel and I came here was to get you back to Nottis' hideout, because there's a threat against the Hepta brewing... Other than me, that is. Fanatics of Erion coming from Elynsor, or something along those lines, and he wanted everyone on hand in case they tried anything. I'm sure I can put something somewhere that won't bother anyone, and I don't expect that sort of trouble, but I didn't get this far by being unprepared." The memory of being walked in on with Ciran by those slavers was still fresh in her mind - not surprising considering that it had been only that morning that it had happened - and Isolda would rather not repeat a situation like that in much closer quarters and without a weapon to improvise.

A glance back towards the line would show that Oribel was no longer in the immediate vicinity, not near the line or right outside the window anyway. If the catgirl was nearby, then she wasn't letting her presence be known, or she had turned a corner. On the other hand, none of the men that Isolda noticed in line before had left--if anything, there were a few more in the queue now than she remembered.

At Isolda's bold response, the tan-skinned woman exhibited the faintest trace of a smile. Her tone of voice was as sultry and suggestive as ever, and she bore no shame in her teasing of the pale-skinned warrior. "Ooh, now that's what I want to hear. I guess you're not one to back down from a challenge, are you? But you know, it is getting busier than I expected, so you'll be thrown into deep waters real soon. I just hope you can swim," remarked Alona, releasing a low giggle.

By the time the swordswoman stepped outside, she had to shift herself sideways to get past the door which was quickly becoming crowded. Indeed, the catgirl had gone... somewhere. Even Isolda's sharp ears couldn't catch her footsteps; then again, Oribel was very good at moving silently. That, or she wasn't moving at all, perhaps sulking in a nearby corner. But from where the half-elf stood, taking a look around, she couldn't see her.

Meanwhile, many of the johns in line set their suggestive looks upon the white-haired wanderer looking about. She could practically feel their lustful intentions; perhaps her Voidic aura had unconsciously set itself to a more alluring air given the mental fantasies that the woman was willing to entertain. The more aroused she felt inwardly, the more those in line seemed to respond in kind. Even Ulfring had been drawn in by her inherently magnetic Voidic nature, so it was no surprise that she would be attracting much in the way of stares. As she moved to re-enter the building, Isolda would find many an appreciative look upon her, along with a few blatant comments that could pass as propositions.

"You working tonight? I hope you are."

"I'm not sure if you're here as a customer or what, but I'd pay good coin for you."

Others simply whistled, while one man in the crowd made a catcall. This was the nightly life of a woman like Alona, it seemed. And though Isolda could easily make any of these folk lose their teeth for such comments, tonight they weren't some random blokes--they were valued customers. Some were clearly in better shape than others or had more in the looks department, but it was quite an assortment. No doubt they would have different behaviors in the sack as well.
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"Psh, me? Back down from a challenge? Never, at least not at something I'm good at!" she replied cheerfully, before adopting a sultry tone of her own and adding,"and you're about to find out that I'm a very good swimmer!" With that, she would whirl on the spot and head out to see if Oribel was lurking about anywhere nearby.

As it turned out, she wasn't, or at least wasn't willing to come and face the wanderer after walking out in a huff. Isolda stood for about a minute, carefully looking and listening for any sign of the angry felvari with whom she had just shared her bed, and as she looked but did not find her attention was diverted more and more to the group of men she'd had to squeeze past in order to get outside. The jeers and catcalls and muttered comments were nothing new, but her reaction to them was a bit different to what it might have been normally. Under most circumstances, Isolda would have ultimately brushed off the attention from a group of random men, mildly enjoying the flattery of their attention and maybe tilting her aura one way or another depending on her mood, either to encourage or discourage more of the same.

This time, however, Isolda found herself aligning with the lust-fueled energy of Alona's den just as the men who had come to see her were, her aura steadily shifting to emphasize the allure of her unnatural beauty. Her eyes flicked more and more across the small army of her prospective partners for the night, her mood falling into attunement with the atmosphere set by her location just as her aura did. Who would she get, and who would go to Alona? Would any of them be rough and require discipline, or would they have the good sense that Alona suggested they would and enjoy themselves on the terms of the women they were coupling with? How would they behave, overall? How good would they be? So many questions that inspired so many lewd thoughts in the pale wanderer, who couldn't help but adopt an eager smile after turning back towards the brothel door, giving up on her search for Oribel and going back to Alona with a sway in her hasty steps.

When she returned to the light and warmth of the Silver Quarters' exterior, Alona would greet her with a knowing smile. "Mm, you ready? Let's make you more... presentable, shall we?" Beckoning the wanderer upstairs, the courtesan would then lead her into a large, lavishly furnished room. To the left side was a large, oak armoire and a leather loveseat, and at the opposite end was a small table and a wooden wash basin with a few towels stored on a tall rack. "This is where the fun is had."

In the center of the chamber was a single, sizable bed with silvery satin sheets, upon which a heaving, lanky man with flaxen hair lay sprawled out. His member had already gone limp, indicating that Alona had likely already finished him before coming down.
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"Definitely ready!" Isolda replied eagerly, her hips continuing their subtle sway as she briefly paused in front of Alona, and then nodded and followed the woman up to her bedroom. Her gaze swept over her surroundings, taking in the furniture and other furnishings before settling onto the limp figure left upon the courtesan's bed. She quirked an eyebrow at the nude man, who didn't seem at all bothered by her presence, and quipped, "I'd never have guessed!"

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She would watch Alona as the man she'd just taken care of hurriedly dressed and exited the bedroom, finding his nervousness amusing but not interesting in comparison to the tan beauty who was about to lead her through her first experience with multiple partners. "I'll stow my armor and pack in the armoire now that you mention it, but if it's all the same to you I'd like to keep the sharp bits useful in these close quarters closer to hand. I'm sure your dresses won't mind," she said jovially, and then unbuckled the belt holding the sheath of her favored blade, a weapon she had come to refer to as Voidfang for its propensity for sending souls to the Void, and set the sheathed hand-and-a-half sword aside carefully so that it leaned against the corner that Alona had pointed her to. It had been a last parting gift from Ulfring, the last weapon created by the old warrior in the forge he had built near his home, using ore that they'd taken from the heart of the mountain on which they'd lived, and it alone among all of her possessions was a thing that Isolda held as a treasure. It was perfect for the blending of styles she'd perfected, long and heavy and durable for Hardtslag but still short and well balanced enough to be wielded in one hand for Mulweissen, suitable for quick strikes or heavy swings, and its tip allowing for the thrusts that she occasionally used against heftier opponents like Berthane and his mutants. It wasn't, however, ideal for fighting in small rooms like, for instance, this one, and while it was comforting to have on hand, Isolda wouldn't be reaching for it first if trouble started.

Berthane's transforming staff, in its base form, wouldn't be much better than her favored sword, but pulling out one of the shorter blades in it would be effective enough, and it was suitable for placement next to Voidfang anyway. Serpentius, on the other hand, would be utterly useless in such close quarters, and so she simply pulled it out from around her waist and slipped it around a ring on her pack, which was shoved into Alona's closet to sit on her cloak, which she had removed and folded up first. The dagger she'd taken from Axodd in replacement for her long lost hunting knife that she'd kept in her boot was withdrawn, sheath and all, and carefully placed between the nightstand and the wall so that the tip of the sheath was on the ground. With that, she would be satisfied in her preparations and start undoing the straps of her breastplate. It was placed beside her pack, and next came her boots and greaves, suitable traveling gear and armor but not exactly made to be attractive. That left Isolda in her chest wraps and leather skirt, the removal of which would begin to leave her indecent.

Glancing at Alona again, she smirked as she reached up to start unwrapping her chest, leaving her bottoms for last, and unveiled her full breasts for the darker skinned voidic beauty's viewing pleasure. Her nipples hardened promptly upon exposure to the cool air, but the marks left by Oribel's insistent sucking remained, and her milk hadn't yet replenished itself enough that they were likely to start leaking. Tossing the rolled up strap of cloth onto her pack, Isolda bent down as she slid her skirt down her shapely legs, revealing her lack of anything underneath, and after stepping out of them they joined the rest of her things in the closet. "Well, hello there!" she said brightly as Alona stepped up and pressed her bosom against Isolda's bare one, the wanderer showing not a hint of shame and already visibly aroused. Settling her hands onto Alona's hips in turn, Isolda was about ready to lean forward and kiss the woman when she held up the set of garments she'd picked out for her to wear, redirecting her attention.

"They don't cover much, do they? Though I guess that's kind of the point," she quipped as she scanned the three garments, though her gaze quickly settled back to the red negligee. The white lingerie she immediately discounted, the match against her moonlight pale skin not an image she found particularly appealing on herself, while the black dress she briefly considered but then eventually discarded. She always had liked red, and while she hadn't ever gotten the chance there had been times where she'd dreamed of finer clothes, and chief among them had always been a slim red dress of the type she'd once seen a young noblewoman in when she'd been contracted for bouncer work at a ball. The red negligee wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but Isolda had always found red most flattering against her skin in her own eyes, and she reached for the dress and tried it on, pulling away from Alona without another word.

"How do I look?" she asked, while Alona did what little work was necessary to make the wanderer presentable. It was something that struck her as innately odd, that fretting. Her mother had rarely ever done the like, having barely been concerned with appearances during their life in Grem and the journey that had ended in her death, and no other women besides Fritha had ever shown any interest in Isolda as anything other than a lover, a target, or someone to be jealous of. Thankfully it was barely necessary, her silky hair always lying flat and her agile form easily slipping quite comfortably into the revealing clothes, so she barely even noticed. The shameless journey towards her bare sex that followed brought a knowing grin to Isolda's face, and she let out a soft coo as Alona's fingers slid over her mildly damp petals.

"Mmmmm...... I've got butterflies~" she purred in response to Alona's question, before quirking an eyebrow at her admission of mistakes in training others. "Thinking to train me to work here regularly are you?" she asked teasingly, "thinking that I need it? Tsk tsk.... Such a lack of confidence! It's alright... You aren't the first." Her hands landed back onto Alona's hips, but after a moment would dip further to grope the other woman's rump, feeling her figure through the revealing dress that Alona wore.

She felt the calming touch, recognized the deft motions for what they were, and while she doubted their necessity Isolda wasn't about to complain about the stimulation, even if she would have liked to give some of her own. She bent her head slightly and nipped Alona on the neck, and began kissing the spot where her teeth had landed before the words spoken into her caused her to pause and let out a needy moan into Alona's collar. "Oooooh, yeah~" she moaned, her hips shifting to push her petals against Alona's perfectly deft fingers, thinking she couldn't have been more successful at arousing the wanderer until those slow circles of her clit followed by stimulation followed further by more teasing continuously proved her wrong. Her hands continued to wander over Alona's backside as her lips gently latched upon her neck, kissing and suckling and occasionally biting, but she resisted the desire to strip the woman in front of her and get down to more intense stimulation. Alona wanted to get her horny before they started on the crowd assembled outside, and Isolda was happy to let her do it.... Though that wasn't to say that she was willing to be the only one.

Her aura flared after Alona's reminder that it was up to her when they started, and a smirk appeared invisibly upon the wanderer's face for an instant. "Mmmmm.... They aren't going to stand a chance, the poor boys~" she purred, and leaned back to look Alona in the face, "you and I, up here waiting for them.... It's like a herd of rabbits walking into the wolf's den," a hand left Alona's rump and slowly slid around her hip, her thigh, to take up a position identical to the one in which Alona's teasing hand was on Isolda between her legs. The other woman had a bit more cloth between her fingers and the delicate flower waiting beneath, but that wouldn't stop Isolda from letting her fingers add to what her pheromones were already trying to do. "What will they think, hrm? When they come up here and find the two of us waiting.... They're all your regulars, aren't they? Do you think any of them will last long if they end up between the two of us? I hope at least a few are up to the task.... But even if they aren't, will that stop us? Mmmm, I don't think so.... Once that dress ends up on the floor where it belongs, I don't think I'll be able to resist having a taste of you any more than your regulars will." Her rubbing digits began to move a little bit faster for a moment, but then she would pause and move to pull away, the lustful confidant smirk that she'd worn earlier returned, no longer hidden, and she quickly added; "Shall we call them in and get started? How many will I get to start with? Do I get to pick? If I do... The first one won't be able to last long! I've got to relieve the itch you just gave me~"
 
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"Ooh, not at all," cooed Alona in response to Isolda's notification of where she would stow her belongings. "Cautious, aren't we? Old habits as a warrior die hard, I imagine. I certainly won't tell you not to, but I doubt you'll have to worry about such a thing here. Between the two of us, no one coming in this room looking for trouble is going to be doing so for long," she remarked with no shortage of confidence, even as Isolda made her last-minute preparations in case of less pleasant encounters. She had a point; the two womens' auras stacking together made for an environment so charged with lust that neither one of them could stand it, making it difficult as is to keep their hands off of each other despite being newly introduced, for the most part.

The tan-skinned courtesan was far too ready to look ahead to more intimate events, however, and let the subject drop just as quickly, responding to her guest's comment about butterflies in the stomach.

"Mmmmm... it's a rush, isn't it? Even just the anticipation of it all. Gets me wet just thinking about being in the spotlight, even if I'm sharing it for tonight. And I can see how much it's done for you, too~! It'll be fun," she declared cheerfully. "I promise."

And when Isolda made her selection, donning it in little time at all, Alona could only grin and wink. "Looks quite nice, just as I imagined it to. Matches the shade of your cheeks," she teased in reference to the newcomer's obvious blush, slowly swaying her shapely rear against the attentions of the other woman's groping hand all the while. "And you can't blame me, as I haven't seen you in REAL action yet. But given what I've seen... and felt, of you so far, I think you should be fiiine--nnnhh," she responded, allowing her sentence to be cut short by a gasp of pleasure brought on by Isolda's own foreplay. She wasn't to be outdone, however, and even went so far as to dip her digits into the wanderer's sopping crevice, but only shallowly enough to brush against a familiar bundle of nerves within before slipping right out, just in time to keep the half-elf from truly enjoying herself.

That, it seemed, would have to come along with the men that were eagerly waiting outside. "Ooh, yes. Look at how worked up you are already, mmmnhh... hahh, me too--I see you spend some quality time playing with yourself as well, don't you? Either way, it's going to take far more than just one or two men to satisfy either of us, I'd say," remarked the sultry vixen, forcing a smile through her own arousal brought about by Isolda's own skillful fingers. The white-haired one could feel the wetness of Alona's silky secretions upon her hand, pooling up in her palm with how generously they leaked forth, even through the fabric of her panties.

"And I'd love to play cleanup with you afterwards, provided you can handle it," she added, once again bringing but a shade of doubt to Isolda's true hunger for sex. Would she still have the drive even after the tenth man? The eleventh? Tonight would be her test.

"Like I said... tonight you'll learn how to swim. I'll call the boys up groups at a time. They usually come with a couple hundred each, but some come with less depending on what they want done--which is how we charge them. So it all depends on what you're willing to do, then we can divvy it up afterwards. We can start light, though. Hmm... four each? Yes, that sounds good," stated Alona, answering her own question before Isolda could get a word in edgewise. It was more than Isolda had ever taken before even in her private trysts. Indeed, this would be a new experience for her in many ways.

"Don't go anywhere, hmm~?" quipped Alona before opening the door and making a few motions with one hand. Only seconds later, several sets of footsteps could be heard ascending the staircase, which Isolda's superb hearing could identify as the johns of various builds. One, two, three, four, five... all in all, there were eight total, for now. Who knew how many more waited outside? Some footsteps could also be made out in the distance. Were they also new arrivals looking to get lucky? It was hard to tell... but the unknown factor of it was somehow even more thrilling to someone as open to new experiences as Isolda was.

Alona would then take her place beside the warrior, her budding smile going into full bloom as the men made their way in. By their garb alone, she could make out a variety of origins. Some wore the finer clothes of merchants, others had the aprons and well-worn shirts of artisans like Ciran. A few still were mercenaries, judging from their armor, though they appeared unarmed, likely having to have left their own weapons by the door.


"Hello, boys," she greeted them. Their collective gaze shifted back and forth between that of Alona's tanned frame and that of Isolda's, far more pale in comparison. Even if the former was clearly the veteran here in this establishment, the Gremic beauty was certain that this would at least be a competitive 'match' of sorts, based on the interest of the johns.

"I know you came here for me," she announced, "but I have a new girl paying me a special visit. Her name is Isolda. Do treat her well, yes? She might be fresh, but she's definitely up for it and then some, I would say. If you absolutely must have me, then you can still get in my line afterwards... but please, do feel free to give her a try! We can all have a fun time by the end of the night--you can even switch, if you still have the balls for it. The rules are the same. What we say goes first, and no getting particularly rough until we call for it--but I'm guessing you remember what that sounds like. Let's just say that 'yes' means 'yes'-- fair enough?"

Her short explanation earned her a few eager smiles and nods from the crowd of men waiting. No comments were made as to her peculiar origins... not yet, anyway. Then again, as Alona's own origins seemed otherworldly, Isolda might have very well fit within the tastes of these particular johns.

"Those who want to start with me, come to the left. And those who'd like to try my ahm, fine Gremic import, pile up right."

The first three men came to Alona's line, one at a time. It shouldn't have been a surprise--she was the mainstay of the Silver Quarters, and probably its main attraction as well.

But the fourth, a hesitating artisan, found himself caught in Isolda's steely gaze. Before even he understood what had happened, his feet had carried him into her queue. He seemed nervous. Possessed of the typical Brevnian look, with dark brown hair and grey eyes, he was somewhat reminiscent of Ciran, though somewhat shorter nearly a foot. In addition, he seemed a bit more frail. A bit feminine in appearance, it was something of a wonder why he was here--perhaps he hadn't the spine or the initiative to bother with customary courting practices.

The next man also followed suit, falling into the wanderer's line with a greater sense of determination and much less of a 'lost' look. Here was a mercenary, with blue hair and tanned skin, clad in leather armor and having weathered features. In addition, he was much taller, having an inch or two over Isolda herself. He was a gruff one in appearance, somewhat reminiscent of the men that Isolda knew from Grem, save for his complexion, and no doubt a traveler of sorts too busy for long-term commitments. A place like this would likely be a perfect choice for him by which to relieve his sexual tensions... as would a no-fetters woman like Isolda.

The last two, from the looks of it, were also tradesmen of sorts; one pale, with fiery red hair kept messy and light green eyes, the other dark-skinned and sporting a bandana from which wisps of black poked out occasionally. The first was certainly more handsome, at least by Brevnian standards, than the second, though less well-built. However, Isolda would be servicing both of them either way, as they had both chosen her over their usual fare in Alona.

This decision, a perfect 50/50 split, earned something of a surprised look from the courtesan... but only for a second, as she managed to hide her shock before long. She then mustered a knowing smirk at Isolda. The strength of their respective feminine magnetisms were roughly equal, so it seemed, and now it would come down to actual performance.

Alona made a mock pout towards the group after they were neatly divided. "We got ourselves all dolled up for you boys. Isn't it only fair that you show us some of your goods, too? Go on," she urged playfully, prompting the men to take their eyes off of the two womens' bodies for just a moment in order to get themselves undressed. For the horny Isolda, it was a veritable smorgasbord of sorts. Not everyone was in shape, but at least two of her group had an eye-catching body beyond that of Ciran's average build. The bandana-wearing fellow was no doubt a blacksmith, from the looks of it; his arms told the tale. The mercenary, on the other hand, had a well-sculpted frame suitable for that of a warrior, and instantly Isolda could already tell that he was more of a seasoned veteran than some common goon.

Out of the corner of Isolda's peripheral vision, if she cared to really look, Alona could be seen with a comparable crowd of her own. A somewhat portly merchant and a rather short official were amongst them, but she also caught herself a warrior of similar build to the blue-haired one that Isolda attracted, as well as a carpenter of sorts. She beckoned them over with no further fanfare; it seemed that the wanderer's 'warming up' of her more sensitive parts was just as effective as her own preparations. Before long they could be seen feeling her up from the front, and from behind. She tilted her chin up and moaned aloud, causing their efforts to quicken, but she would only let them tease her for so long before lowering herself to her knees, with each of her hands finding some lucky man's cock. She dipped her head forward to take a third john into her mouth, while the fourth was left to stroke himself for the time being... but presumably not for long, as she was quick to change her grips as needed.

And so it would be a similar scenario for Isolda. Along with the variety of builds and demeanors also came an assortment of... well, members, most of which were fully erect for her by the time she set eyes upon them. They would stand in a small crowd around her when she called for them to come over. Some were more assertive than others. The darkest of the johns was first to dare touch her, unable to help but have a feel of her massive bosom from the front, while the blue-haired warrior approached her from behind, allowing his fingers to wander down below.

Soon enough Isolda could feel his digits rubbing against her sensitive petals, and while his touch lacked the specific finesse that Alona had, it would be a lie for the wanderer to claim that the initial foreplay hadn't done anything for her. She was already horny, and his strong frame was indicative of the great pounding she could soon enjoy from him, not unlike the one she experienced at the hands of Sorio.

The mercenary then slipped a finger inside, testing her tightness, and wasn't disappointed given the smirk that formed on his visage. His hard cock could be felt against her backside, sliding up and down between her sculpted glutes. Even then she could feel the tip of his manhood lightly sliding along her upper back. He had the length, no doubt--but could he use it? The movements of his hips kept Isolda optimistic about his skills.

But as Isolda was sandwiched between the two larger men and their manual attentions, the other two seemed unsure of how to progress. Would these two aggressors have their way with her first? There would be one factor urging Isolda to think otherwise. In the background, Alona had found an efficient way to cycle through her four admirers, taking one in each hand and one in her mouth, then switching off every few seconds to keep them nice and ready. If the half-elf thought to compete in any capacity, she would have to mirror such motions to prove that she was capable of handling more than just two at once. When she beckoned the other men over, they would finally join, eager to get in on the action with the tall woman's approval.

For the most part, their rods were indicative of their size; the other men weren't terribly big, while the warrior was, as she had felt earlier, largely hung, as was the muscular smith. But all of them had very different scents, as Isolda would soon discover. It didn't take very long at all in terms of manual (or oral) attention to bring each of her customers to their greatest lengths.

"So beautiful," mused the most effeminate one, who had first chosen to fall into her line. His dick twitched when the pale-skinned beauty touched it, and he was apparently sensitive... very sensitive. The customer's member, supple on the outside with a defined curve, began to leak precum as Isolda went to work... and no small amount of it. He didn't appear to be ejaculating, and yet there was just so much of his fluid leaking out from even the most minor of Isolda's attentions. He was obviously quite nervous, shivering slightly as the white-haired beauty treated him to her expert services.

As it to match her informal rival stroke for stroke, Isolda would also make her way to each customer under her care, one way or another. The redhead's rod throbbed powerfully, boasting great girth to make up for its relative lack of length, while the smith's manhood felt very warm in Isolda's grasp. And of course, the tan-skinned mercenary was the largest of them all, closer to the size that the swordswoman knew would take her there and drive her mad with lust. But she would have to get to each and every one of them at some point. While there was no rush, no hourglass of any sort to time them, Isolda's body was already yearning to take things a step further before long. As the speed of her sucking and pumping increased, one of the men would be able to hold it no longer.

"Auh... rrgh! W-Wait, slo-- I c-can't... hahh, huhnnnh, ha--... Uuhh! Ohhhh! Oooooohhhhhh, fffucck!"

It was the most handsome member of the group--the fiery-haired craftsman of sorts--who found himself pushed over the edge first, and his pulsing cock, initially devoid of precum or other such warnings, let loose several thick, gooey ropes, one after another. These would lay themselves over Isolda's face and chest, unless she was quick enough to catch the loads in her mouth. Even then, it wouldn't keep some of the excess from dribbling down her lips and chin as she sought to prolong the bliss of his orgasm. His loud sighs and groans of bliss let Isolda know that he was having the time of his life, even without yet getting the chance to penetrate her directly.

Even if it was a group activity of sorts, the pale one's early release wouldn't earn him any ridicule from the other men around him. After all, they could directly attest to the mysterious yet beautiful wanderer's oral and manual skills. Isolda sensed that at least two more of them were getting close.

She'd have to start with one of them, and given how worked up she had gotten already, it only made sense to go straight to the one that would guarantee her release; the mercenary, who was the most well-hung of them all. When she made her selection, he would offer no complaints, realizing that he would be the first of the four to take the long-awaited plunge into her heavenly depths. He sat back on the loveseat, all ten or so inches of him fully erect for her and finally dribbling with pre--not that the lubricant would be necessary with how dripping wet Isolda was. It was quite a sight, enough to urge the horny swordswoman into making her move. Her body yearned to be filled, and so she would ignore it no longer.

As Isolda lowered herself onto him, using one hand to easily guide his sizable cock into her pussy as she came face to face with the lucky john, she'd feel a wonderful swell of relief and pleasure, and an additional jump of the latter as the immense length and girth of his manhood parted her tight, pink canal. She had only had its depths plumbed this morning by the more average Ciran, but nothing as of late had her quite as excited than the buildup to this event, making her latest coupling all the more satisfying.

In addition, this customer's manhood was the sort of size that could get Isolda to really scream as it was more than enough to fill every inch of her, even in her aroused state. She hadn't even hilted him when she felt his tip kiss the entrance of her womb. Whether she cared to try and push it in deeper after the fact was up to Isolda, though her newest partner wasn't one to complain either way. Seeing her glorious bust hanging only inches away from his face was too tempting an offer to pass up, and the wanderer would be hard-pressed to complain as her fellow warrior lifted the top of her dress, freeing her ample mounds with one hand as the other settled upon her waist, clutching it tightly. He would then leave stimulation of her tits to his mouth, first licking at one, then the other, before engulfing the tip completely as he returned his free hand back to the other side of Isolda's hips, preparing to add a bit of extra force to the coupling.

His prodigious strength combining with the swordswoman's own fervent efforts, the two began to fuck like none other, making a rhythmic slapping sound that momentarily earned the attention of even the others across the room. Isolda's wanton cries and his muffled grunts made for a chorus that was difficult to ignore, and for a moment it felt as if the room contained only the two of them as the man hit her most pleasurable spots, over, and over, and over, and over again. She had to snap out of the lust-induced stupor to remember that there were others around her. While the redhead was still recovering, the blacksmith and the other man--perhaps a tailor of sorts, if his hands were any indicator--awaited her invitation to join.
 
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It wouldn't be long before they got theirs, and the more effeminate of the two took his place on her flank, positioning himself halfway up on the loveseat so that she might better dedicate her oral faculties to servicing him. Though he was smaller, he seemed to continuously leak precum, and so it would be a new and fun experience for Isolda to continually suckle on his spout of a cock while receiving a healthy pounding from the one beneath. The tan-skinned sellsword beneath her proved to be quite the mount, the sheer force of his return thrusts causing her hair to swish about and her breasts to bounce up and down forcefully. He released his mouth's hold upon her tits to let them dance before his eyes, focusing his efforts on breeding her even harder.

Meanwhile, Alona could be seen sandwiched by two men in a standing position, yelping out in pleasure as they slammed into her with deep, alternating thrusts. Two of the men had already given up their loads, so it seemed, and were recuperating, sitting against the nearby wall. If Isolda thought she was moving fast, then she needn't worry after seeing the other woman move right along.

Not to be outdone, the naturally competitive drive in Isolda would call for a third cock inside of her, and so the bandana-wearing man took a moment to grab a bottle of something off of Alona's bedside table. It was a lubricant of sorts, and he began to slather it about his own manhood in preparation for entry to Isolda's rear orifice. It took a great amount of discipline and willpower on the white-haired woman's part to steady herself from the amazing fuck long enough for the dark-skinned man to penetrate her ass... and what an excruciating wait it was. He too was on the large side, at least having an inch or two over Ciran's six, and it took a moment for him to get the angle correct by which he could take her from behind. Still, once he had made the initial entry with the tip of his rod, the rest would go in relatively smoothly, thanks to the liquid he had bothered to apply just seconds earlier.

The smith's hands found her shoulders, and he then proceeded to demonstrate the amount of pent-up sexual frustration he was carrying all this time. The bandana-wearing john began to pound Isolda mercilessly, his reservations about roughness falling by the wayside as she seemed all too eager to receive one at that point. Each impact of his hips against hers caused her rump to jiggle, and the tip of his member would strike the Voidic beauty's perineal sponge at the end of every fevered thrust. It was actually enough to distract her for vaginal sex for a few moments, as the constant hammering of her sweet spot would send waves of pleasure throughout her entire trembling body, causing Isolda to get light-headed or even cum from that alone if she wasn't careful. It would be a great challenge to even keep her mouth upon the one she was sucking off at that point.

Still, she wasn't subject to just his desires, but those of the other two men pumping in and out of her other holes at the time. So this was what Alona meant--being the center of attention, which also required a degree of multitasking and yet a bit of focus. And yet this was only three! Still, it wasn't anything Isolda couldn't handle after she had recovered from the initial realization. The smith and the warrior had already gotten into the groove by that time, their two cocks pistoning her pussy and ass with alternating strokes, giving Isolda the sensation of a different set of balls hitting her perineum each time. The lewd slapping sounds echoing from her part of the room doubled in frequency as the three men fucking her moved their hips in a sequence that brought the wanderer herself closer to orgasm, if she hadn't yet gotten one (or two) out of the experience already.

Here was a woman who had already known quite well the pleasure of providing oral sex alone, and now she was giving just that to one fellow... along with the bliss provided by her ass, and of course, her tight cunny, to two others. Each man around her grunted, groaned and sighed their pleasure loudly, wordlessly voicing that she was indeed doing quite the job of fulfilling their worldly desires. The one directly behind her maintained a firm grip on her shoulders as he gave her ass a pounding like it had never seen before, causing her normally pale white to turn a shade of pink, while the one beneath her took somewhat more controlled, but deep and utterly satisfying thrusts into her canal, letting her indulge in the pleasure pulsing at her very core.

The third man, who might have had to 'settle' for her mouth by another's point of view, didn't see it that way at all, thoroughly and honestly enjoying any services that Isolda thought to treat him to with her lips and tongue. He gently placed a hand on the side of her head, stroking her silvery locks as she sucked him off with zeal. "Ohhh... amazing," he cried, his own hips starting to move on their own, facilitating deeper thrusts towards her throat if she allowed him to go that far. It certainly helped that he had a relatively pleasant smell, at least compared to some men that Isolda had been with before, and kept himself well-groomed down below. Perhaps oral treatment was his preferred method of getting off? Either way, he was certainly in for a treat with Isolda. "I-Isolda... i-is it? Hnnnh... you need to be here more often," he declared.

It was a new and rather satisfying experience, to have bodies moving and tensing all around her, with someone to please at every angle--and of course, someone to please her at every turn in exchange. Each man was truly getting what he wanted from her, enjoying himself to the fullest... and yet, Isolda herself certainly wasn't left unsatisfied, feeling triple the usual experience with a man of a different temperament, physicality, and of course size interacting with a different erogenous zone. It may have been sensory overload to some, but for Isolda, who had already experienced the fun of two partners, the step up was a welcome one and not nearly as jarring as initially thought given the state of her libido.

But given the fervent yet skilled movements of her own hips, it would only be so long before Isolda felt the stored-up tension by the customers around her giving way for true release. For as long as he managed to hold on, the blue-haired mercenary beneath her looked to be losing his cool for once, his normally composed visage now twisted with ecstasy that even the most disciplined of the group could no longer stand. His thrusts upwards into Isolda's pussy went deeper and faster. Already she could tell, locked in place as she was by the two others occupying her other holes, that he intended on releasing his potent seed deep inside of her. Yet her body would find little, if any, reason to argue against such a thing, as she was so close to her own shuddering climax at that point. Knowing that such an outcome was inevitable, Isolda would only be able to brace herself for the hot helping of spunk that was to erupt inside of her...

The warrior grunted, gritting his teeth as his breaths grew more forceful. His grip upon Isolda's waist tightened, and the excitement of the moment peaked as his rhythm reached top speed, matching that of the man still fucking the half-elf's ass. An escalating groan could be heard from within the mercenary's throat, and Isolda knew right then that he was going to do it. He was going to cum inside of her, letting any restraint or hesitation down by the wayside.

"Hahh... hauhh... hrrrnngh, hnnn... HNNNN! HNNNN! HNNNNGGGHHH! Uuuuhhh!"

And so he did. He shuddered hard, and in that moment the wanderer could feel his large member throbbing powerfully inside of her before letting loose. Warm doses of his cum spurted upwards inside of Isolda after he hilted himself, and after holding himself in for a few seconds, he would then proceed to thrust several more times as the next consecutive shots flooded her interior. The feeling was as wonderful as Isolda remembered, even with her not terribly far removed from her last creampie, and it was more than enough to take her to an orgasm of her own. The man was thorough in his bid to impregnate her, continuing to thrust and force the majority of his load deeper inside of her even after he came.

But Isolda wouldn't have to wait for long to receive her second filling. The one behind her had been moving at such a breakneck speed the whole while, giving her a rough yet enjoyable session of anal, but her tight ass proved too much for him to hold off any longer. His climax was not so dramatic; instead, he voiced his pleasure aloud only seconds before his wad spurted wildly and haphazardly within the wanderer's rear tunnel. He went on at the same fast pace for a little while longer, too, as if there was truly something to fertilize at the end of the road. The two cocks inside of Isolda left her lower passages thoroughly explored, every good spot for her having been hit or rubbed upon many, many times. It wasn't long before she could feel the excess of their thick semen oozing from her pink crevice and rear pucker, and yet she still had one more to worry about--the one in her mouth.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer as well, and Isolda would be able to spot the telltale signs of the craftsman's orgasm just seconds before he went. One of his hot, mild-tasting spurts of sperm-filled liquid hit her tongue. Then another, and another, and another still. He released no fewer than ten shots before the Voidic nymphomaniac was convinced that her man was truly done, in the process leaving her mouth completely full of his creamy gift. At that point she could show it off for him, or simply swallow it as it came; the choice was up to her. His generous spout of a member proved as a fun distraction, if nothing else, and an opportunity for her to demonstrate the less wholesome skills she had learned over the years.

Then, the group, previously quite animated in their lust, withdrew from Isolda one at a time, largely having lost their initial drives after donating their sperm to her bank. Globs of their warm semen slipped out from between her lower lips and her rear pucker, dribbling down her inner thighs when she moved to stand. Alona was right. While Isolda's lovers here were all competent in their own way, they weren't nearly enough for her after she was spent; the Voidic fire deep within still blazed brightly, urging her to take even more. It was a shame that those around her had wilted so easily after giving her their first efforts, but that's what the others in line were for...

A look over would show that the two had finished inside of Alona the way they had started, trapping her between their strong bodies as they subject her to a complete filling of their respective seeds. Just as Isolda was, Alona seemed lost in bliss, cooing out loud as she felt the rods lodged deep within her release the the essence she so desired. "Ooooooooohhhh~... hahh... mmmm, I'll never get sick of that," she remarked after they slowly let her down.

It took a few for Alona to snap out of her lust-induced stupor, like a gluttonous fool who had gorged themselves in a buffet. She couldn't help but glance over at the results of what Isolda had managed to do, and grinned. "Looks like we're just getting started," commented the tan-skinned woman, taking a moment to wipe herself off with the wash basin before disrobing completely and peeking out of the door. "Next group!" she called. "Sixteen!"


Four was fun enough... but double that? Eight each? Now Alona had upped the stakes, and to no small degree. For her, it was time to see whether Isolda could truly sink or swim. When the sixteen men arrived in the room, they waited for the others to cycle out for the time being--unless Isolda insisted on keeping one behind--before being given their repeat rundown by Alona, whose voice was now wavering with lust. Interestingly enough, it was less of an even distribution this time around, with Isolda's rival receiving ten admirers while the wanderer herself had to settle for only six. Amongst them was a carpenter, a potter, two Brevnian soldiers, a richly dressed traveler and a farmhand. The green-eyed courtesan gave the half-elf a teasing smirk, as if to show that she was 'ahead', though Isolda could go about her own way of turning the tables if she so chose.
 
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