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Re: Takimaru Test Thread
Ciran replied to the gorgeous swordswoman's somewhat testy glare with an apologetic look, his hands quickly flattening onto the bed's surface, almost to show that he didn't exactly intend to be quite that rough with her. However, the remorse he displayed was only partially sincere, for he looked upon her face, the slightly defiant look she exhibited, with her tongue sticking out and holding gobs of his cum, was strangely beautiful to him in a way. That, or the locksmith's perverted tendencies were just tickled by the sight of her showing off his seed in such a fashion. Either way, he was left quite pleased inside, and certainly teased when she joked about the similarity to the Succubus Queen. "Grem? Oh, I see... I wouldn't have expected that--no offense," the man replied drowsily, though he couldn't quite place where he would suspect her to be from, as Isolda herself was quite the unique specimen in both appearance and heritage.
The lustful woman was given ample time to get off undetected, just as with the previous night, with both Samia and Ciran oblivious to her intense masturbation session. When the redhead rose and got dressed, she would find her white-haired partner from the other night eyeing her with those lustful looks, though it didn't seem to bother the barmaid in the slightest, judging from her winks and smirks. Neither did Isolda's bold motions during their farewell kiss, which only seemed to reinforce the enthusiasm Samia displayed during her invitation for the traveler to return to the tavern, as well as leave her with a blush matching her fiery locks. The embrace itself was returned wholeheartedly on her end as well, leaving Isolda with the hint that she'd have more than just one willing lover to return to in Havenport, should the mood ever arise again while wandering about in that region. "Goodbye for now, hon."
When it was back to just the two of them, Ciran considered the swordswoman's words with a brief pause before making his reply. "I see... well, thank you for the wonderful time anyway. I admit, I'd love to see you back more often than not, so, if there is anything I can do to provide you reason for visiting Havenport, just ask. Ahehe... if it was just a meal and a night's rest, for what I feel is the highlight of my entire life, then I'd gladly present it again!"
As the subject matter shifted somewhat, so did his expression. The brown-haired man put on something of a puzzled look, trying to make sense of the situation--it was possible that she was, indeed, carrying his unborn child. He heard her words, though they didn't seem to register at first, and his silence went on for a little longer this time around. "..... A-Ah. Yeah, uh... I probably won't go with you there, to the apothecary that is, but I can most definitely compensate you for such hassles." Getting himself properly dressed and ready, he then dug through his pockets to see what he had left after the other day's expenses; roughly about 80 gold. He gave all of it to Isolda, saying, "Hopefully this is enough, but if you need more, I... just visit me at my shop. I'd be pleased to see you at any time. Speaking of which, let me show you where it's located!"
The two exited the tavern, being waved a quick farewell by Samia downstairs, who was already hard at work. Ciran proceeded to lead the white-haired beauty deeper into the city, and away from the red-light district, taking a left onto the main road, then a right a few blocks down from here.
Minutes later they arrived at his shop, a rather small establishment located amongst many other artisans, but he was still the only locksmith, at least in this part of town. A wooden sign stuck out two feet above the doorway that said 'Alard's Keys and Locks'. Opening the door with his own unique key, he showed her the building's interior, which was admittedly plain, with a counter and all the necessary tools and worktable against the west wall. A doorway through which a bedroom could be seen was located towards the back.
"And this is my shop. I've been handling it by myself since the old man passed, so I'm only a year or two out of my apprenticeship, but business has been, uh, steady enough," he explained. "Those are where I cut the keys, over there is my room, and... that's about it." He motioned to the proper locations as he talked. After the brief tour, Ciran sighed to himself and looked at her. "Well, uh... I guess this is where we say goodbye, isn't it...?"
Isolda: HP = 91, PP = 41, EP = 42, Status = Fine
Ciran replied to the gorgeous swordswoman's somewhat testy glare with an apologetic look, his hands quickly flattening onto the bed's surface, almost to show that he didn't exactly intend to be quite that rough with her. However, the remorse he displayed was only partially sincere, for he looked upon her face, the slightly defiant look she exhibited, with her tongue sticking out and holding gobs of his cum, was strangely beautiful to him in a way. That, or the locksmith's perverted tendencies were just tickled by the sight of her showing off his seed in such a fashion. Either way, he was left quite pleased inside, and certainly teased when she joked about the similarity to the Succubus Queen. "Grem? Oh, I see... I wouldn't have expected that--no offense," the man replied drowsily, though he couldn't quite place where he would suspect her to be from, as Isolda herself was quite the unique specimen in both appearance and heritage.
The lustful woman was given ample time to get off undetected, just as with the previous night, with both Samia and Ciran oblivious to her intense masturbation session. When the redhead rose and got dressed, she would find her white-haired partner from the other night eyeing her with those lustful looks, though it didn't seem to bother the barmaid in the slightest, judging from her winks and smirks. Neither did Isolda's bold motions during their farewell kiss, which only seemed to reinforce the enthusiasm Samia displayed during her invitation for the traveler to return to the tavern, as well as leave her with a blush matching her fiery locks. The embrace itself was returned wholeheartedly on her end as well, leaving Isolda with the hint that she'd have more than just one willing lover to return to in Havenport, should the mood ever arise again while wandering about in that region. "Goodbye for now, hon."
When it was back to just the two of them, Ciran considered the swordswoman's words with a brief pause before making his reply. "I see... well, thank you for the wonderful time anyway. I admit, I'd love to see you back more often than not, so, if there is anything I can do to provide you reason for visiting Havenport, just ask. Ahehe... if it was just a meal and a night's rest, for what I feel is the highlight of my entire life, then I'd gladly present it again!"
As the subject matter shifted somewhat, so did his expression. The brown-haired man put on something of a puzzled look, trying to make sense of the situation--it was possible that she was, indeed, carrying his unborn child. He heard her words, though they didn't seem to register at first, and his silence went on for a little longer this time around. "..... A-Ah. Yeah, uh... I probably won't go with you there, to the apothecary that is, but I can most definitely compensate you for such hassles." Getting himself properly dressed and ready, he then dug through his pockets to see what he had left after the other day's expenses; roughly about 80 gold. He gave all of it to Isolda, saying, "Hopefully this is enough, but if you need more, I... just visit me at my shop. I'd be pleased to see you at any time. Speaking of which, let me show you where it's located!"
The two exited the tavern, being waved a quick farewell by Samia downstairs, who was already hard at work. Ciran proceeded to lead the white-haired beauty deeper into the city, and away from the red-light district, taking a left onto the main road, then a right a few blocks down from here.
Minutes later they arrived at his shop, a rather small establishment located amongst many other artisans, but he was still the only locksmith, at least in this part of town. A wooden sign stuck out two feet above the doorway that said 'Alard's Keys and Locks'. Opening the door with his own unique key, he showed her the building's interior, which was admittedly plain, with a counter and all the necessary tools and worktable against the west wall. A doorway through which a bedroom could be seen was located towards the back.
"And this is my shop. I've been handling it by myself since the old man passed, so I'm only a year or two out of my apprenticeship, but business has been, uh, steady enough," he explained. "Those are where I cut the keys, over there is my room, and... that's about it." He motioned to the proper locations as he talked. After the brief tour, Ciran sighed to himself and looked at her. "Well, uh... I guess this is where we say goodbye, isn't it...?"
Isolda received 80 gold.