Episode 21: Devotion
"Continue how, Nexii?" Sirken gave pause before starting. He knew better than to assume what she'd be in the mood for, despite her mood improving. The consequences of a single bad decision could be more severe than any GM punishment, and he knew it.
"You may start with my feet, my
xi'hum," Nexii smiled. It was going to be nice to be treated and pampered even more than clerics tended to be. The date, although enjoyable, had been exhausting. She was feeling the tiredness in her body all over.
"Of course
valsharess. A cleric who worships Innoruuk so devoutly deserves to be worshipped herself," Sirken made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down beside her feet. He first held her right in his hands, and lowered himself to kiss her heel. A slight giggle was heard, which he took as a sign to continue. The kisses continued along the arch of her foot until he reached the ball, which was also given a slow and soft smooch.
"Mmm. That's proper respect..." Nexii took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. "Now you will lick my toes." She spread her small dark toes apart. Undoubtedly they were covered in her feminine sweat from the previous day's hard adventure. But it was of no concern to her. Her plaything's saliva would do fine to fix that problem. "
Yibin ssussun!" She said more loudly, activating the magical neon lighting within her quarters. The lights came on dimly. Eerily beautiful hues of red, blue, green, and yellow flickered, giving a hint of mood lighting. The colors played off the dark skin of both herself and Sirken as the morning's play continued.
Sirken obeyed her request, and began licking between each of her toes. It was a bit salty, though not near as much as <Azure Guard> after multiple ring war and Tunare snipes. Just the same, it nice to simply worship and adore his dominant. To take himself out of the role of GM above all, and put himself below. It was barely even a thought to him, in reality. Before he knew it he'd finished all of her right foot off.
"Good boy. And the other." Her left foot tapped on the spider silk sheets, demanding the same attention as the right had.
"Yes, thank you for the privilege Mistress." Sirken proceeded, giving the left foot the same slow care. It was somewhat difficult to go as slow, as being allowed to surrender so deeply was exciting him.
"You like it don't you? I can tell by how warm your breath is..." Nexii teased, just as her left foot was finished off. "Well, my legs are sore from yesterday. I suppose you can be useful and massage those while you're down there." Nexii reached over, to take a sip of Neriak Red.
"Ecalyptus oil? Or something else?" Sirken asked. He took the brief moment to trace his fingers along the backs of her calves, which felt tight even to the fleeting touch.
"Nah, go all out. Use a full wort potion on my body. <Aftermath> will pay for the recharge anyways. And it's a far better use than how most waste them." She arched her foot back and forth instinctively from his delicate touches.
"Sure." Sirken dug around in her Tinkerer's bag and found a purple potion covered in dust. "Wow, this one's like a year old. You never used a charge in all that time?"
"Psssh as if! I'm a cleric, I heal myself..." Nexii rolled her eyes, almost taking it as an insult that she'd ever need to rely on a crutch. She conveniently ignored the fact that she had so recently relied on him to be rescued.
"Sorry, but of course." Sirken opened the potion vial and spread the mixture all over her sleek oynx legs. Not an inch was missed, from her calves to the tops of her thighs. He then began massaging gently. He stayed quiet as he felt the calimony oil soaked in.
"Inno...that feels so damn good. We walked way too much yesterday. Next time I'm gonna have you carry me." She promised. The priestess's breathing hastened as the pleasureful tingling warmth ran into her sore leg muscles. And each time he kneaded the tightness, she shivered in bliss. "Almost as good as sex. Or dragon loot. But only...ah...almost..." She panted as he didn't seem to be letting up.
"...almost done." Sirken finished the sentence and the massage for her. "So much knots to work out. I'm impressed you made it anywhere in the Ninth like this."
"Yea, yea. Kiss my black ass. Literally, now." She retorted. She then gave a wicked grin back at him, daring him to refuse.
But refused she was not, for the allure was irresistable. One only had to ask Somrin Two'Torch the lengths a male would go to for such a fine ass. Thankfully for Sirken, her butt was right there within his reach. Within seconds her demand was met. Her ass was kissed twenty times and more in quick succession. For good measure he grabbed her round butt and gave it a good kneading just like her legs.
"Perfect FTE, hun. We haven't had near enough of this. Take a drink, now," She pointed her eyes at the bottle of wine, and the other as-yet unused wine glass. "You'll need it for what I have in store for you next. The inquisitor in me hasn't forgotten past sins..." Her ears turned upwards in anticipation for the coming reprisal.
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xi'hum: pet/plaything
valsharess: queen
yibin ssussun: weak lighting