Episode 7: Quickie Interlude
"Well, that was a fun time." Nexii said to Sirken, holding his hand outside the Pleasure Palace. The neon lighting showed that her hair was still speckled with blood from the previous night's revelling.
"It was one of Exmo's better parties. A shame we couldn't have slept in, but I have something planned for us today," Sirken replied.
"Oh? Do tell," she replied, locking both her arms around one of his.
"It is a place that players never want to be. I think you will be the sort to enjoy visting there, however. It's a full day trip, plenty of time before the next spawn cycle." The GM handed her one of two tickets manifested as if by his will alone. Nexii read the ticket to find the address for the tour's sortie.
"The Foreign Quarter? Ugh, I try to stay away from that side of the falls. The Commons I can tolerate, but that place is the worst. It's where the worst others congregate," Nexii pretended to gag at the mere thought of having to interact with foreign races. Her eyes rolled about as she exclaimed, "Lick my bloody cunt."
The GM raised his eyebrow, not seeming to understand. "Huh? What'd I do?"
"I meant it literally. There's still blood syrup all up in there. Your job, not mine," With a snap of her fingers she strutted off, leaving the GM to follow behind her home for a quickie.
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"Always in a rush aren't we?" Sirken asked, his head down between her legs on the bed.
"The wicked never rest," Nexii replied, spreading out so he could get his tongue in deeper. "Mmmm...you learn that one from Exmo?"
"True, and perhaps." The head GM held onto her thighs, savoring the mixture of her juices mingled in with the sweet blood syrup. If one could put the visual aspect of the blood out of mind, it was quite the savory experience. He closed his eyes, fearing some punishment might come for not wanting to bask in her glory.
Meanwhile, Nexii was casually reading Sirken's day report between moans. "Consession, consession, consession, individual suspension. Whatever happened to the guild suspensions? This is why we're always so rushed you know. I never get any time off."
"Couldn't have everyone thinking I would go easy on Aftermath just cause we're a thing." Sirken explained.
"Oh, we are a thing now? Says...who?" Nexii grinned. She could feel his tongue pressing in, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge. It was certainly more than just a cleaning that was being provided to her this morning. Her counterpart was relentless, and his tongue lashed over her clitoris with less respite than Tempest's petitions after raid day. "Ohhh! At least a ten day, I mean....erggggg...." Her fingers clenched up as he hit an especially sensitive spot. The thought of the last guild suspension was so distant she could barely remember. But that little glimmer, a faint memory of when Azure Guard had to suffer 20 days for a single greedy player's action put her over the edge. "Fuckkkk..." she groaned, gushing out over Sirken's face in a steady stream. He looked up at her with a satisfied grin, and then returned to finish the cleanup duty.
"Okay. We can go now." She rolled over, pushing the papers off the bed.
"I'll pack up some food and drink while you get dressed. And a few other required items, some parts are a bit harrowing. But I'm not going to spoil you."
"But I want to be spoiled. Spoil me with GM-only loot. Or at least a GM-given title. 'Nexii Vanadis the Inquisitor' would be so badass. Or maybe 'the Dominatrix'...hmm, so hard to pick just one." She pouted playfully, obviously not entirely serious but one had to try.
"The Foot Kissed?" Sirken teased as he gave her naked foot a kiss and then a pat. This was her cue that they really had to go. "We don't want to miss the boat."
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