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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:09 pm
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"Oh no, I'm wounded. I have nothing you desire. That is fantastic. Hmph. Though the idea that you like me sad is upsetting, just a bit, maybe." She bit her lip and watched his face closely. "Why does your tail need lubrication? Wouldn't that allow things to slip free?" Oh all places to produce a lubricant, she had expected his mouth with it's long, long tongue. She wondered if it was as long in pinned form.
"Zar, are you blushing?" Her voice took on a mischievous lilt and she slid her hand over the length of his tail. Slime followed in the wake of her palm. Fascinating. It do not loosen, but it followed her as she scooted around to face him. She knelt in front of him, sort of straddling one of his legs. Her own knee rested in the hollow left my his cross-legged stance. Her yellow-gold eyes narrowed. Hollandaise placed one slimy hand on his chest for balance (wiping the slime on his with a giggle first) and used the other to try and pry his own hands away from his face.
"At least it is not poisonous." And then, just to see if it would fluster him, she removed her hand from his chest to trail it along his tail. Slowly, she licked another bit of slime off of her thumb.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:01 pm
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"Orifices," she repeatedly slowly. Zar used his tail for that? Startled, she looked down at it. But Hollandaise enjoyed the slick feel of it, even if it was strange. The warder also liked the way Zar shivered involuntarily. She wondered what would happen if she kept moving her hands.
Something of his emotions slipped through to her and her pupils dilated. She blinked her eyes rapidly and her mouth popped open in confusion. Predator, prey, feast - it was Hollandaise's turn to shiver. Suddenly, she leaned forward and darted her tongue out to lick a spot along his jawline. Pulling back, she hummed for a second, as if thinking very hard.
"Tastes the same, but different." Hollandaise leaned in again, looping her arms around his neck, uncaring if she got bits of his own slime in his hair. Zar might feel the barest graze of her teeth near his throat, and then... nothing. The warder was out like a light.
It was an unfortunate side effect of the lotus drug.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 10:21 am
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Hollandaise awoke warm and more well-rested than she'd been in weeks. Sleepily, she made a small noise and nuzzled into the fur around her, reluctant to leave the warmth. Her arms tried to wrap around it, to pull herself closer, but the pillow was too large. It was like holding onto a bear or a dog or any number of furry, living creatures. It was perfect, an much better than her cold, too-narrow bed. Hollandaise blinked slowly, finally opening her eyes.
Living creatures.
Abruptly, she sat up, Zar's robe slithering off of her shoulders to pool on some pillows. Next to her, breathing slowly and evenly, was Zar. In his natural form, he resembled some sort of large snake-goat hybrid. Images, memories flashed through her mind and she blanched and then blushed hotly, the flush spreading out to the tips of her ears and down her chest. How could she have done all that, said all that? Especially the last bit. If the warder could sink into the floor, she would, no hesitation. Her eyes widened in worry and slowly, she tried to inch away from him. Hollandaise didn't think she could take it if he awoke now.
Standing, she padded on silent feet to the door, refusing to glance back at his sleeping form. If she were quick, if she were careful... Her hand turned the knob with a click before she realized she was still wearing the incubus' ruffled shirt. Hollandaise muttered quite a lot of non-complimentary things under her breath before turning around. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Of course, there it was, across the room, next to his dresser. Her dress looked very innocuous there and she debated leaving it for a moment - but she had so few clothes. Biting her lip, she crept towards it. Her only mishap was a stumble halfway there; she almost toppled into his pool. Letting out a small cry of surprise, Hollandaise immediately froze, ears twitching, listening for movement.
Breathing out slowly, she snatched up her dress, pleased to note it was not still slimy. One long-fingered hand patted her hair: not slimy either. Slowly, Hollandaise turned around and ran for the door, feet slapping against the hard rock of Zar's dorm. For a scary second, her hands slipped on the doorknob, but then... She was out! She was free! Hollandaise ran the entire way back to her own dorm; her face did not stop burning for hours.
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