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Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
12 Step Program Tamonten -> Tempting Tomoe
Tamonten swallowed hard as the easterner replied, her rubbing of the other woman's hips never ceasing. "I'm not normally so rough, I don't know what got into me back there," the swordswoman continued, trying not to let the atmosphere fall into an awkward silence. She wasn't entirely sure what possessed her to say that, specifically. It didn't do much to lessen the feeling of awkwardness for the manacled girl, either. Gods, why was she still so aroused? She is very pretty and her energy was so tasty... No, the pale-skinned girl reprimanded herself silently, it had almost been one whole hour since her last inflicted anal rape and she intended on going for at least two.
But...that wasn't to suggest that she couldn't pursue something more consensual. Emboldened by desire throbbing in her chest, Tamonten pressed her breasts into Tomoe's back. The possessed swordswoman's hands began to work their way steadily towards the miko's breasts. "I can show you, if you want..." The woman whispered into her former opponent's ear. Both hands cupped the shrine maiden's ample assets as if to weigh the two soft orbs. While her mismatched arms worked at their task, the pale girl began to kiss the side of the eastern warrior's neck, teasingly brushing at the woman's exposed flesh. "But I won't force it on you again," the would-be weaponmaster spoke nervously, if honestly. The idea of being rejected and making things even more awkward between the two worried her, but she couldn't ignore the arousal welling up inside her own body.
Tamonten -> Zaro'Alk
The smaller girl sat in silence as Zaro spoke of her missing mistress. The pale swordswoman wasn't really sure what to say in response to the loss of a loved one. Matters weren't helped by her lack of understanding as to what Narissa was to the Dragoness. A mother, maybe? The genetically altered female had suggested that the woman made her for her duty. It seemed like a strange way to refer to a parent, though. Maybe she was a mother figure? A foster? The manacled swordswoman continued to think about the subject and listen while she worked. It was hard for the manacled woman to consider the information the warrior dragoness shared as anything other than depressing, she felt a pang of regret for the imposing female. By the time her sparring partner had concluded, Tamonten was so deep in thought on the subject that she almost missed the question. "A hero? I don't know about that," she replied as she took another shaving of wood off of the training sword. After that, the white-haired woman drifted back into thought for a time. Despite the dragoness's lingering gaze, the ghostly pale girl didn't shift away. It wasn't out of any natural courage or implicit trust of the shield-maiden so much as it was Tamonten's subconscious response to a perceived challenge. While Zaro'Alk might not have intended her gaze as a challenge, as a human, it was natural for the swordswoman to want to shy away from the watch of someone much taller and imposing. So, it was as much a challenge made by the human woman's desire to move as a natural action as it was one made by the giantess. Green eyes remained eying the stick and the ground, however, as was normal for the pale girl when deeply considering something.
By that point the implement was almost done, or as complete as the would-be weaponmaster would ever accomplish with her limited woodcarving skills. A simple amateur-crafted training sword. In practice, it probably wouldn't be much more effective than the stick in original form had been, though it wouldn't be worse. It looked a bit closer a formal training weapon, at least. "I just want to be the best, you know?" Tamonten finally broke her contemplation, returning her own gaze to Zaro. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to realize that dream and use those skills for good." It was an uncertain response, at best, as the swordswoman really had no idea what she intended on doing with herself the next day, let alone should she somehow manage to realize even a fraction of that grandiose goal. "But I think I'd like to die heroically. No matter what happens in my life, I want to meet my end against a horde of enemies while serving justice. Maybe they'd make stories about my last stand," she concluded with a small smile. With one last stroke, she deemed the training sword 'improved.' With that same action, she finally looked up to take notice of the crashing waves of the beach. It really was very beautiful on the island, she realized.
"So, what's next, Lady Zaro?" Tamonten spoke up with a mischievous grin. "Another quick bout? Or would you like continue conversing and taking in the sights? I had fun with both, so I'll leave the choice to you as the winner of our last session." It was a nice change of pace from when she normally asked that question. Among the faeries, the natural response to that was for the fey-folk to try and charm the pants off of her...literally. Managing to find one of the few others on the island unlikely to attempt the same seemed both lucky and nice for a change.
Tamonten -> Auralice, Enigma
Smut Springs
12 Step Program Tamonten -> Tempting Tomoe
Tamonten swallowed hard as the easterner replied, her rubbing of the other woman's hips never ceasing. "I'm not normally so rough, I don't know what got into me back there," the swordswoman continued, trying not to let the atmosphere fall into an awkward silence. She wasn't entirely sure what possessed her to say that, specifically. It didn't do much to lessen the feeling of awkwardness for the manacled girl, either. Gods, why was she still so aroused? She is very pretty and her energy was so tasty... No, the pale-skinned girl reprimanded herself silently, it had almost been one whole hour since her last inflicted anal rape and she intended on going for at least two.
But...that wasn't to suggest that she couldn't pursue something more consensual. Emboldened by desire throbbing in her chest, Tamonten pressed her breasts into Tomoe's back. The possessed swordswoman's hands began to work their way steadily towards the miko's breasts. "I can show you, if you want..." The woman whispered into her former opponent's ear. Both hands cupped the shrine maiden's ample assets as if to weigh the two soft orbs. While her mismatched arms worked at their task, the pale girl began to kiss the side of the eastern warrior's neck, teasingly brushing at the woman's exposed flesh. "But I won't force it on you again," the would-be weaponmaster spoke nervously, if honestly. The idea of being rejected and making things even more awkward between the two worried her, but she couldn't ignore the arousal welling up inside her own body.
Tamonten -> Zaro'Alk
Beach - Rocky End
Zaro'Alk -> Tomonten the chatter-box.
It was, in truth, dedication of the highest order... however this kind of dedication was instilled not by willingly choosing to deeply engross herself in the martial arts of protecting others in conflict and obliterating aggressors, but by measures that Tomonten and, or, her kind would find less then pleasing. Perhaps the Giantess was a marvel of genetic manipulation or a wonder of what magically re-enforced indoctrination could do for a powerful Demon, and might be seen as such a good step in terms of science in the eyes of those seeking to learn more about creating quality servants... To others she would be an abomination, to herself it was simply what she was. Zaro was far from the naive, self-pitying beast that merely wished to become a civilized member of some static community, nay, she had no lofty goals save to see the night today and morning of tomorrow. There was no arrogance or sadness, nor rage of being a pawn or desire to inflict misery upon those fortunate enough to be who they are by choice... life was quite... straightforward for her in a pragmatic, thoughtful way.
It was the thoughts regarding this that flitted through her mind as she listened to the pale-warrioress as she talked... and elaborated about her goals in life and why she chose to wield the sword... and continued to talk. All the while Zaro merely shifted, becoming somewhat unsure as to how she should respond for revealing information typically classified as 'personal' was not something she chose to do... at least not from some silly notion of lacking trust in a individual to tell them, rather it was merely a lack of inclination to do so, with minimal experience in being spoken to this much did not make the engineered Shield-Maiden a excellent conversational partner. Most of the time she simply listened with a easy and deep breath in slow movements, finding herself both enjoying the little vibrations of Tomonten's words in her perked ears and watching the waves kiss the sand then fade away, like some of the birds that hovered by a plant and fed upon it's nectar. The rocky outcroppings that stood taller then herself provided them with a natural screen from the rest of the beach and thus privacy was assumed to some point... however Zaro did maintain some sense of situational awareness for survival instincts were wholly trusted.
Which also meant that despite however much Tomonten spoke or however irrelevant she might feel about her words, Zaro never 'switched off', lacking such an irritating quirk she herself noticed in those that did not wish to listen. Remembering every detail would be another matter, for while it was perhaps useful information, it was also information that was borne of personal experience, fuelled by emotions that were difficult to understand and thus... there was a grandly unique difficulty in being able to relate with somebody else. She did understand the sound of optimistic enjoyment in life, the reverence for another superior being and the desire to improve one-self... but that was the only true similarities between herself and this friendly, pale-skinned, demonic-armed woman. It was then she asked the question, oddly giving Zaro the title of 'Lady' once again that felt alien... what was her hero? an easy question, in fact she barely had to spend those long moments in thinking of a good answer with neglected vocal chords; "I... looked up to a female - Narissa. She made me for my duty. She is gone." The guttural words spilled out with some solemn rumbles at the end, and still gazing out to the beautiful ocean, the Giant warrior merely blew some air from her nostrils and tapped her training spear lightly with two vaguely clawed fingers.
"I am what I am, just Shield Maiden. Your Father must have been very skilled. That is... was good." She continued, un-sure as to whether or not Tomoten's father still lived, for she did say that her father was a good swordsman, thus suggesting he was no longer at such a useful capacity, surely to be disposed of at some point. "I am merely... here." Helpfully added, to just about sum up her existence and what she was planning to do... the muscular female did ponder about the way her smaller counterpart mentioned 'obsession' and 'addiction', perhaps it was related to the joy of fighting? That could be related to, although it was quite clear that Tomonten was not specifically born to protect or slaughter. It was now that she managed to tear her gaze away from the soft waves of the clear waters, and blinked whilst tilting her Dragonic skull towards her... acquaintance. "Do you wish to be a hero?" Came the thoughtful question that entirely lacked patronising implications, predatory optics softening as curiousity of a manner not strictly tactical arose, ears perking as the dog-smile departed to make way for a glint of the eyes, looking upon the porcelain fleshed female with quietly burning interest. Of course being under such a gaze from a demonic Giantess would give any normal creature pause... but the pale one was hardly 'normal'.
Zaro'Alk -> Tomonten the chatter-box.
It was, in truth, dedication of the highest order... however this kind of dedication was instilled not by willingly choosing to deeply engross herself in the martial arts of protecting others in conflict and obliterating aggressors, but by measures that Tomonten and, or, her kind would find less then pleasing. Perhaps the Giantess was a marvel of genetic manipulation or a wonder of what magically re-enforced indoctrination could do for a powerful Demon, and might be seen as such a good step in terms of science in the eyes of those seeking to learn more about creating quality servants... To others she would be an abomination, to herself it was simply what she was. Zaro was far from the naive, self-pitying beast that merely wished to become a civilized member of some static community, nay, she had no lofty goals save to see the night today and morning of tomorrow. There was no arrogance or sadness, nor rage of being a pawn or desire to inflict misery upon those fortunate enough to be who they are by choice... life was quite... straightforward for her in a pragmatic, thoughtful way.
It was the thoughts regarding this that flitted through her mind as she listened to the pale-warrioress as she talked... and elaborated about her goals in life and why she chose to wield the sword... and continued to talk. All the while Zaro merely shifted, becoming somewhat unsure as to how she should respond for revealing information typically classified as 'personal' was not something she chose to do... at least not from some silly notion of lacking trust in a individual to tell them, rather it was merely a lack of inclination to do so, with minimal experience in being spoken to this much did not make the engineered Shield-Maiden a excellent conversational partner. Most of the time she simply listened with a easy and deep breath in slow movements, finding herself both enjoying the little vibrations of Tomonten's words in her perked ears and watching the waves kiss the sand then fade away, like some of the birds that hovered by a plant and fed upon it's nectar. The rocky outcroppings that stood taller then herself provided them with a natural screen from the rest of the beach and thus privacy was assumed to some point... however Zaro did maintain some sense of situational awareness for survival instincts were wholly trusted.
Which also meant that despite however much Tomonten spoke or however irrelevant she might feel about her words, Zaro never 'switched off', lacking such an irritating quirk she herself noticed in those that did not wish to listen. Remembering every detail would be another matter, for while it was perhaps useful information, it was also information that was borne of personal experience, fuelled by emotions that were difficult to understand and thus... there was a grandly unique difficulty in being able to relate with somebody else. She did understand the sound of optimistic enjoyment in life, the reverence for another superior being and the desire to improve one-self... but that was the only true similarities between herself and this friendly, pale-skinned, demonic-armed woman. It was then she asked the question, oddly giving Zaro the title of 'Lady' once again that felt alien... what was her hero? an easy question, in fact she barely had to spend those long moments in thinking of a good answer with neglected vocal chords; "I... looked up to a female - Narissa. She made me for my duty. She is gone." The guttural words spilled out with some solemn rumbles at the end, and still gazing out to the beautiful ocean, the Giant warrior merely blew some air from her nostrils and tapped her training spear lightly with two vaguely clawed fingers.
"I am what I am, just Shield Maiden. Your Father must have been very skilled. That is... was good." She continued, un-sure as to whether or not Tomoten's father still lived, for she did say that her father was a good swordsman, thus suggesting he was no longer at such a useful capacity, surely to be disposed of at some point. "I am merely... here." Helpfully added, to just about sum up her existence and what she was planning to do... the muscular female did ponder about the way her smaller counterpart mentioned 'obsession' and 'addiction', perhaps it was related to the joy of fighting? That could be related to, although it was quite clear that Tomonten was not specifically born to protect or slaughter. It was now that she managed to tear her gaze away from the soft waves of the clear waters, and blinked whilst tilting her Dragonic skull towards her... acquaintance. "Do you wish to be a hero?" Came the thoughtful question that entirely lacked patronising implications, predatory optics softening as curiousity of a manner not strictly tactical arose, ears perking as the dog-smile departed to make way for a glint of the eyes, looking upon the porcelain fleshed female with quietly burning interest. Of course being under such a gaze from a demonic Giantess would give any normal creature pause... but the pale one was hardly 'normal'.
The smaller girl sat in silence as Zaro spoke of her missing mistress. The pale swordswoman wasn't really sure what to say in response to the loss of a loved one. Matters weren't helped by her lack of understanding as to what Narissa was to the Dragoness. A mother, maybe? The genetically altered female had suggested that the woman made her for her duty. It seemed like a strange way to refer to a parent, though. Maybe she was a mother figure? A foster? The manacled swordswoman continued to think about the subject and listen while she worked. It was hard for the manacled woman to consider the information the warrior dragoness shared as anything other than depressing, she felt a pang of regret for the imposing female. By the time her sparring partner had concluded, Tamonten was so deep in thought on the subject that she almost missed the question. "A hero? I don't know about that," she replied as she took another shaving of wood off of the training sword. After that, the white-haired woman drifted back into thought for a time. Despite the dragoness's lingering gaze, the ghostly pale girl didn't shift away. It wasn't out of any natural courage or implicit trust of the shield-maiden so much as it was Tamonten's subconscious response to a perceived challenge. While Zaro'Alk might not have intended her gaze as a challenge, as a human, it was natural for the swordswoman to want to shy away from the watch of someone much taller and imposing. So, it was as much a challenge made by the human woman's desire to move as a natural action as it was one made by the giantess. Green eyes remained eying the stick and the ground, however, as was normal for the pale girl when deeply considering something.
By that point the implement was almost done, or as complete as the would-be weaponmaster would ever accomplish with her limited woodcarving skills. A simple amateur-crafted training sword. In practice, it probably wouldn't be much more effective than the stick in original form had been, though it wouldn't be worse. It looked a bit closer a formal training weapon, at least. "I just want to be the best, you know?" Tamonten finally broke her contemplation, returning her own gaze to Zaro. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to realize that dream and use those skills for good." It was an uncertain response, at best, as the swordswoman really had no idea what she intended on doing with herself the next day, let alone should she somehow manage to realize even a fraction of that grandiose goal. "But I think I'd like to die heroically. No matter what happens in my life, I want to meet my end against a horde of enemies while serving justice. Maybe they'd make stories about my last stand," she concluded with a small smile. With one last stroke, she deemed the training sword 'improved.' With that same action, she finally looked up to take notice of the crashing waves of the beach. It really was very beautiful on the island, she realized.
"So, what's next, Lady Zaro?" Tamonten spoke up with a mischievous grin. "Another quick bout? Or would you like continue conversing and taking in the sights? I had fun with both, so I'll leave the choice to you as the winner of our last session." It was a nice change of pace from when she normally asked that question. Among the faeries, the natural response to that was for the fey-folk to try and charm the pants off of her...literally. Managing to find one of the few others on the island unlikely to attempt the same seemed both lucky and nice for a change.
Tamonten -> Auralice, Enigma
Smut Springs
The swordswoman eagerly met her mistress's lips for her reward, her tongue sought out Auralice's own almost desperately. The enthralled human couldn't have been happier with her repayment, being in such proximity to her master. Or at least the pale girl thought she couldn't be happier, until she was roughly penetrated by the serpentine woman's tentacles. An immense feeling of joy radiated throughout the enchanted girl as her womanhood and rear were violated by the tendrils. That was her purpose in life, to be used for her wonderful mistress's pleasures, and that task was being fulfilled. Tamonten would have thanked the snake-life woman for fucking her, but with Auralice's lips locked with her own the would-be weaponmaster could only lewdly moan into the naga's mouth.
As the entranced warrior felt her mistress begin to fill her holes with cum, the idea that she had pleased Auralice so well sent the white-haired woman into her own orgasm. Tamonten convulsed around the naga's tentacles, a profound sense of accomplishment forcing its way into her brain even as she was plainly dropped into the water. Despite it all, it seemed to end too fast for the increasingly enchanted swordswoman. Surely her mistress had some cum left and the enslaved human wasn't doing her job if she didn't get it all out. Still, Auralice issued her desire to relax aloud, so the antsy woman settled down in her mistress's caresses. If Auralice hadn't fucked the sense out of her, with no small amount of help from succubi magic, the swordswoman might have, sensibly, worried about Enigma's disappearance. Given the circumstances, however, she could only worry about how to fulfill her mistress-given task of walking the necromancer if she wasn't around before promptly cuddling up to the serpent woman in the onsen.
As the entranced warrior felt her mistress begin to fill her holes with cum, the idea that she had pleased Auralice so well sent the white-haired woman into her own orgasm. Tamonten convulsed around the naga's tentacles, a profound sense of accomplishment forcing its way into her brain even as she was plainly dropped into the water. Despite it all, it seemed to end too fast for the increasingly enchanted swordswoman. Surely her mistress had some cum left and the enslaved human wasn't doing her job if she didn't get it all out. Still, Auralice issued her desire to relax aloud, so the antsy woman settled down in her mistress's caresses. If Auralice hadn't fucked the sense out of her, with no small amount of help from succubi magic, the swordswoman might have, sensibly, worried about Enigma's disappearance. Given the circumstances, however, she could only worry about how to fulfill her mistress-given task of walking the necromancer if she wasn't around before promptly cuddling up to the serpent woman in the onsen.
