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Post by Elvander on Dec 27, 2019 5:28:16 GMT
"Keeping witches as prisoners can be tricky, if you don't have the right magic. Killing them is equally as tricky. What do you think would be best? Another deal? Do you have anything left to sacrifice?" Attila wondered, gently beginning to run her fingers through Eira's hair. This was nice, much nicer than the stinging cut on her thigh. It hardly mattered- pleasure and pain were often intermingled in Attila's world.
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Post by mao on Dec 27, 2019 6:04:50 GMT
Her eyes closed as she sorted through what she cared for, the kingdom, her men, Attila. “None to sacrifice.” Absentmindedly she ran her hand over Attila’s thighs, thumb grazing the area around the cut. She was suddenly aware of her own. “I’m sure we both have nothing to sacrifice willingly. For once I’m helpless. You have the upper hand with connections to magic, you know I prefer fair fights and fair imprisonment.” She wouldn’t know where to start in asking for magical favors aside from the witch herself if she could find her. That would be irony at its finest, killing the witch with magic she had been gifted, or cursed with.
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Post by Elvander on Dec 27, 2019 6:23:26 GMT
"What about your head mage? Each kingdom has one, do they not? Perhaps they could help you do your own research while I do mine." Attila murmured, trying her best to be helpful. She twirled a strand of Eira's hair around her finger. "I have to say though... it's not entirely unpleasant that you're here with me now."
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Post by mao on Dec 28, 2019 6:03:31 GMT
(Wow I forgot about that lmao) “Of course, but maybe I have too much pride for that,” she chuckled. With this thing however it should be something she should consider. Eira turned to straddle Attila, cupping her cheeks to kiss her. “You may not love me but I know you like having me around, even when I’m trying to kill you.” Part of her wondered if it was really a bad curse, if both the women could just live with it. It wasn’t like they were actually draining each other of health or some sort of other twist.
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Post by Elvander on Dec 29, 2019 20:45:08 GMT
Attila wrapped her arms around Eira, her breath quickening as she pressed kisses to Eira's neck, her hands gliding up the back of Eira's shirt to press against her warm skin. "Well it isn't such a terrible curse. I do enjoy having you near. It seems you have replaced your pegasus already, but I feel obliged to bring you back a wonderful gift to compensate for that loss. What would you love, in your wildest imaginings?" Attila purred, nipping at Eira's collarbone.
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Post by mao on Dec 30, 2019 6:48:38 GMT
"Nothing could compensate, that was the last gift I had from my father before he passed away." Sure she had swords, but none she could use and the ones she had used were destroyed if not lost in past battles. She paused to think of anything she could possibly want in her life then shrugged. "You know I'm not a woman of treasures. Just return safely from this adventure of yours," Eira said as she lifted her chin, exposing her neck to be kissed.
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Post by Elvander on Dec 30, 2019 7:25:16 GMT
Attila moved down her neck and her hands came around to Eira's front, beginning to push aside her shirt, exploring the woman's beautiful body. "It's hard for me to accept that there's nothing I can give you. All my life I spend in pursuit of treasure and showering my lovers in it makes me feel good. I want to make you feel good," she purred.
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Post by mao on Dec 31, 2019 1:58:35 GMT
Eira suddenly pushed Attila onto her back, straddling her hips. She kissed her lips then nibbled her jaw, slowly moving towards her ear. “Make me feel good with your tongue, Attila.” In the back of her mind she found it rather sweet that such a fearsome woman was such a generous giver. She wondered how much it would eat her up inside knowing that Eira wouldn’t ever be pleased in that manner. The general broke their kiss to take off her blouse, eager to share another intimate moment with Attila.
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Post by Elvander on Jan 1, 2020 21:36:15 GMT
"As you command, general," She purred and turned them over so that she was on top, her unusual eyes glimmering with lust. These moments for Attila while she was at sea were all too rare, and they had to be taken advantage of when they arose. She pulled off Eira's pants, wasting no time as her tongue danced over her exposed torso, making a path down to her hips. She took her time to kiss and tease, before gliding two fingers into her. Her tongue followed soon after in a practiced, erotic medley for Eira to enjoy.
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Post by mao on Jan 2, 2020 2:37:26 GMT
As her lover burned a trail down between her legs, Eira bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her fingers tangled in Attila’s mane naturally and it wasn’t long before she let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Her eyes shut, head tilted back as the pirate worked diligently between her legs. In this moment nothing else mattered, the curse, the kingdom, the boat rocking ever so slightly. It didn’t take long for Eira’s climax to build, but before she could she pulled the lioness back up to kiss her deeply. Despite wanting release, she wanted to please Attila more, “My turn.”
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Post by Elvander on Jan 3, 2020 1:49:03 GMT
Attila loved the way Eira's body arched and moved, spurred by her touch. It was a rush of power and control the pirate queen craved. Eira's pleasure was hers, too. As her lover pulled her up, Attila kissed her back, taking her slow, sensual time despite her desire to rush and be rough. "As you command, general," the lioness purred and removed her clothes, shifting so that she could lay on her back for Eira to work her magic.
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Post by mao on Jan 3, 2020 10:45:04 GMT
Eira moved slowly, as if she were applying her tactics, none that wouldn’t result in reward. She sucked and kissed lower, leaving her mark where only the lioness would see. Attila was Her’s. Her tongue did the same dance, the same medley as Attila’s only hers was much more teasing. Her satisfaction would be brought by her begging. She suckled her thighs as her finder danced between her legs, beckoning the pirate to give in, “Come Attila,” she beckoned after her tongue began to sore.
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Post by Elvander on Jan 3, 2020 18:00:38 GMT
Attila tangled her finger in Eira’s hair, her breathing heavy as she experienced the pleasure of Eira’s expertise. She felt her climax building, and she gave into it as it swept over her. She moaned her delight, her body relaxing back into the cushions. Attila pulled Eira up for a kiss, “Let me take you over the edge,” she whispered.
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