"Heh, I'll pass." Evan commented with only a very slight narrowing of his eyes. Oh, sure, some part of him would like to lick the rest of his cum off her tits, but overall the proposal was not exactly a great deal for him, for several reasons. Even so... he didn't see a way to back down from the challenge, so fuckkk ittttttt.
"Just wondering if I was gonna have the pool all to myself."
At this point, he considered just jumping straight in and being done with it, but then thought better; if he plunged all the way under water and his muscles locked up on him, that could go pretty fuckin poorly, especially in the sense that he was attempting to navigate this with some amount of dignity. No, he’d have to do this the slow way, and hope he had the nerve to follow through.
With a soft groan he hadn't quite meant to let out, Evan brought his foot back onto the ground so he could sit down and then slide both his feet and legs in, followed by his torso, while keeping his elbows on the ground behind him. He did manage to slide in that way fairly smoothly, despite his feet and legs screaming that the rest of his body really didn't want to follow through. He also managed to keep his expression fairly determined, though he couldn't quite control the sharp gasp and trembling shudder that his lungs forced in response to the extreme temperature shift. Hooooo boy, icy water sure wasn’t nothin, especially with as exhausted as he was.
After breathing through the temperature shift a moment, Evan tried out moving his legs a bit, mostly just to make sure they hadn’t locked up. Confirming they were holding up for now, the captain took a breath and then pushed himself off the side of the pool to swim to the side closer to the goddess and cross his arms over the edge there. The skin on his arms was already littered with goosebumps and his muscles were tensed up attempting to keep shivering to a minimum, but damn if he didn’t manage to keep looking at the goddess with a biting grin.
“Sure you don’t want to join me?”
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun ran her gaze almost tangibly over Evan's body in the water, her eyes taking in each tiny peak and valley of gooseflesh made by the chill, and he looked absolutely delicious. Whatever small part of her had been satisfied before was waking up again, and his biting grin certainly wasn't helping the situation. She was sinking into a heavy desire. It would take quite a lot to turn this one into a thrall, but damnit if she didn't want to get right up to that edge.
The goddess' gaze narrowed, allowing her eyes to fill poignantly with the lust she felt as Evan looked at her. Her lips parted as she uncrossed her legs, her length prominently displayed for a moment before Dehaljadrun slowly lowered herself to kneeling in front of the pool less than a foot away from Evan. Her breathing was unaccountably faster as she leaned in toward Evan.
"Positive," she said, leaning forward even further so Evan's lips were only inches away from hers. Abruptly, she turned her head from him to glance down at her left hand, which began to spark with purple electricity. Dehaljadrun looked at Evan with a deeply malicious grin as she reached toward the space between Evan's shoulder and his neck where his body was not wet yet so he would feel pinpricks of electricity there. From that place, she dragged her index finger up his throat and sunk into his mind to send anticipatory sensations of the electricity as it threatened to pulse all the way through his body, threatened to ignite every exhausted, already-contracting muscle as it made contact with the water. The pleasure of being inside of Evan's mind almost made her eyes roll back in the goddess' head as she felt each of his reactions. Good gods, this was thrilling.
((OOC: So, looking it up, most electricity in water won't kill you, but reactions vary wildly from body to body. I want to just assume that the amount of electricity in Dehaljadrun's hand right now would really only be enough to shock his body and maybe make his limbs useless if it touched the water.))
The goddess' gaze narrowed, allowing her eyes to fill poignantly with the lust she felt as Evan looked at her. Her lips parted as she uncrossed her legs, her length prominently displayed for a moment before Dehaljadrun slowly lowered herself to kneeling in front of the pool less than a foot away from Evan. Her breathing was unaccountably faster as she leaned in toward Evan.
"Positive," she said, leaning forward even further so Evan's lips were only inches away from hers. Abruptly, she turned her head from him to glance down at her left hand, which began to spark with purple electricity. Dehaljadrun looked at Evan with a deeply malicious grin as she reached toward the space between Evan's shoulder and his neck where his body was not wet yet so he would feel pinpricks of electricity there. From that place, she dragged her index finger up his throat and sunk into his mind to send anticipatory sensations of the electricity as it threatened to pulse all the way through his body, threatened to ignite every exhausted, already-contracting muscle as it made contact with the water. The pleasure of being inside of Evan's mind almost made her eyes roll back in the goddess' head as she felt each of his reactions. Good gods, this was thrilling.
((OOC: So, looking it up, most electricity in water won't kill you, but reactions vary wildly from body to body. I want to just assume that the amount of electricity in Dehaljadrun's hand right now would really only be enough to shock his body and maybe make his limbs useless if it touched the water.))
Re: Part 1
Mmm, Evan liked the look in the goddess' eyes as she parted her legs and knelt. Well, parts of him did - other parts were exhausted and not exactly thrilled with where this might be going, but even so, there was a warmth that managed to settle in his gut despite the overwhelming chill seeping into him. He did love seeing the goddess look like she liked what she saw, even if it existed within a power dynamic that made him nervous. Hell, to some parts of his brain, maybe even especially because of that. He shoved those parts down pretty hard, though, and did his best to keep up a cocky expression, bearing through the biting cold and trembling nervousness that he felt.
She'd successfully baited him into expecting a kiss, and looking forward to it. The disappointment when she turned away wasn't all that bad, especially since he felt he'd kept face about it decently well, but then the sparking in her hand finally sapped away his grin, and that was even before he saw the goddess' expression. He did his best to force his own lips back into a grin, but it was admittedly a pale imitation of previous 'bring it on' expressions the goddess had seen him sport earlier in the evening.
"You--"
He was cut off by pricks of electricity hitting his shoulder, prompting him to close his eyes and clench his jaw shut before he made any sounds he'd rather not. The sensation itself wasn't too intense, other than just the fact that he was exhausted and already dealing with the freezing cold that jabbed at most of the rest of his body. He was losing energy fast, and anxiety was building as her finger traced up his throat and dragged the electric sensations with it. Then, the sensations sank down through his body. Or-- maybe he was just bracing for it? The feeling of her finger still clearly shocking his skin was confusing, because it highlighted how the sensations that were making the rest of his body tense under the water were different, and yet somehow also made them more potent. A part of him wanted to call them less real, but damned if his muscles weren't reacting just the same. His fists tensed on the ground in front of him, partly just as a reflex of gritting through the sensations, and partly out of frustration-- well, and partly maybe just to hold on, as his arms seemed just about the only part of his body that he still felt control over at the moment.
The captain finally let out a pained groan and pried his eyes open again to look at the goddess, intent on shooting her a glare. Something about her expression lit a new spark of determination in him, and he managed to reach up and grab at her hair to grasp and twist abruptly. He'd really wanted to yank her into the pool with him, but knew he didn't have the leverage for that, even if she wasn't stronger than him. Still, he hoped the hair-twisting would at least grant him some amount of satisfaction as he endured the goddess' tortures.
She'd successfully baited him into expecting a kiss, and looking forward to it. The disappointment when she turned away wasn't all that bad, especially since he felt he'd kept face about it decently well, but then the sparking in her hand finally sapped away his grin, and that was even before he saw the goddess' expression. He did his best to force his own lips back into a grin, but it was admittedly a pale imitation of previous 'bring it on' expressions the goddess had seen him sport earlier in the evening.
"You--"
He was cut off by pricks of electricity hitting his shoulder, prompting him to close his eyes and clench his jaw shut before he made any sounds he'd rather not. The sensation itself wasn't too intense, other than just the fact that he was exhausted and already dealing with the freezing cold that jabbed at most of the rest of his body. He was losing energy fast, and anxiety was building as her finger traced up his throat and dragged the electric sensations with it. Then, the sensations sank down through his body. Or-- maybe he was just bracing for it? The feeling of her finger still clearly shocking his skin was confusing, because it highlighted how the sensations that were making the rest of his body tense under the water were different, and yet somehow also made them more potent. A part of him wanted to call them less real, but damned if his muscles weren't reacting just the same. His fists tensed on the ground in front of him, partly just as a reflex of gritting through the sensations, and partly out of frustration-- well, and partly maybe just to hold on, as his arms seemed just about the only part of his body that he still felt control over at the moment.
The captain finally let out a pained groan and pried his eyes open again to look at the goddess, intent on shooting her a glare. Something about her expression lit a new spark of determination in him, and he managed to reach up and grab at her hair to grasp and twist abruptly. He'd really wanted to yank her into the pool with him, but knew he didn't have the leverage for that, even if she wasn't stronger than him. Still, he hoped the hair-twisting would at least grant him some amount of satisfaction as he endured the goddess' tortures.
Re: Part 1
As Evan yanked the goddess' hair, she could not help but let out a moan of satisfaction before she laughed briefly in her throat. Fuck, there was no end to how much she enjoyed frustrating this man.
She brought her hand away from Evan to brace with it in the event that he got feisty and tried to pull her in, but she wasn't terribly concerned about that. It seemed like the opportunity had been there, and he chose not to or could not take it. Mmmmmmm. She liked the latter possibility a lot.
Dehaljadrun leaned away from Evan's hand to make him pull her hair harder, and she laughed again before shaking her hair out of her face, looking at Evan with an excited grin, and placing her right hand on the back of his neck, shocking him there somewhat harder than before but absolutely taking the opportunity to send it through his body.
Drinking in his reactions, she said, "At the bottom of the pool, there are some purple stones. Grab one and bring it with you."
She attempted to pull out of Evan's grip, hoping the shock surprised him enough that she could get away, and if she did so successfully, then she would turn her back to him and start slowly along the main path again, tossing a smirk over her shoulder as she briefly turned again to watch.
((OOC: If he does grab a stone, touching it will send a somewhat pleasant and warm stinging sensation into his arm and body.))
She brought her hand away from Evan to brace with it in the event that he got feisty and tried to pull her in, but she wasn't terribly concerned about that. It seemed like the opportunity had been there, and he chose not to or could not take it. Mmmmmmm. She liked the latter possibility a lot.
Dehaljadrun leaned away from Evan's hand to make him pull her hair harder, and she laughed again before shaking her hair out of her face, looking at Evan with an excited grin, and placing her right hand on the back of his neck, shocking him there somewhat harder than before but absolutely taking the opportunity to send it through his body.
Drinking in his reactions, she said, "At the bottom of the pool, there are some purple stones. Grab one and bring it with you."
She attempted to pull out of Evan's grip, hoping the shock surprised him enough that she could get away, and if she did so successfully, then she would turn her back to him and start slowly along the main path again, tossing a smirk over her shoulder as she briefly turned again to watch.
((OOC: If he does grab a stone, touching it will send a somewhat pleasant and warm stinging sensation into his arm and body.))
Re: Part 1
The goddess' moan was at least something, though her subsequent laugh was a bit irritating. The captain twisted his grip further, just as the goddess purposefully tugged against it. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, aware that he was just giving her something she enjoyed, but damn it, he couldn't think of what else to do, and he had to be doing something. Anyway, even if any other plans had started to percolate in his brain, they were cut off as the goddess placed her other hand on his neck and sent shocks through his body in earnest. Evan groaned and stubbornly tightened his grip in her hair as the rest of his body painfully tensed, though once the goddess let up he fairly immediately went mostly limp save for his arms holding him to the side of the pool.
He caught his breath like that for a moment, and debated whether to follow the goddess' instruction. At least it sounded like they were moving on from the pool, though at this point he was less inclined to believe that meant rest any more than coming to this place had. A part of him wanted to just go ahead and climb out of the pool so he could start feeling his goddamn toes again, but damn it the smirk she sent back at him... He could do it, and he just couldn't get over the compulsion to prove it, even if part of him kind of hated himself for it.
With something of a huff, Evan drew in a deep breath, and dove down under the icy water. It fucking sucked, but not in any way that he wasn't expecting. He knew he'd be fucking exhausted once he made it out, but he also knew that he'd make it - especially once he actually grabbed on of the stones she mentioned. It sent some warmth into him, tingling his muscles a little bit back towards feeling again. Which, wasn't entirely comfortable, but nor was it unpleasant, and it certainly did make the trip back up to the surface of the water just a bit easier.
He wasted no time in hoisting himself out of the pool, but had to take a moment to lay on the ground and catch his breath while his body recovered. Not that laying on a stone slab was exactly the most rejuvenating of situations, but he wasn't entirely sure he'd have been able to stand just then even if he'd tried. Hell, a part of him very nearly felt tempted to go to sleep, but he knew better on multiple fronts. Not only was sleeping in this condition a terrible idea for its own sake - a fact which he actually knew pretty fucking intimately well - but he also wasn't about to keep the goddess waiting any longer than he had to.
With a tired groan the man finally pushed himself up, slowly, and then walked around the pool to collect his clothes. His skin and his muscles were still tingling if not feeling fucking stabbed with daggers, but he was determined to get moving - both for the sake of keeping face, and for the sake of hopefully getting somewhere warmer soon. Along the way he rubbed at his side, where his dragon tattoo covered over a scar; it ached, both from just the physical experience of the cold, and from the memory of it. Evan glanced towards the goddess, curious about whether she was in his head at the moment. Not that he wasn't fairly certain she'd already caught a couple glimpses of the memory earlier, especially considering it was what made him what she was looking for, but even so, he was understandably bashful about it, and not just because it involved a fantasy of her. The shame from the memory started to settle into his gut, followed shortly by the memory of cumming on the goddess' cock before, and feeling flooded with awareness of how she'd enjoyed drinking in his emotions throughout the evening, including his shame - and just how satisfied he'd felt in that moment. Blush burned at his face again, and he abruptly turned his gaze out into the woods, hoping for continued silence until whatever next torture she decided to put him through.
He caught his breath like that for a moment, and debated whether to follow the goddess' instruction. At least it sounded like they were moving on from the pool, though at this point he was less inclined to believe that meant rest any more than coming to this place had. A part of him wanted to just go ahead and climb out of the pool so he could start feeling his goddamn toes again, but damn it the smirk she sent back at him... He could do it, and he just couldn't get over the compulsion to prove it, even if part of him kind of hated himself for it.
With something of a huff, Evan drew in a deep breath, and dove down under the icy water. It fucking sucked, but not in any way that he wasn't expecting. He knew he'd be fucking exhausted once he made it out, but he also knew that he'd make it - especially once he actually grabbed on of the stones she mentioned. It sent some warmth into him, tingling his muscles a little bit back towards feeling again. Which, wasn't entirely comfortable, but nor was it unpleasant, and it certainly did make the trip back up to the surface of the water just a bit easier.
He wasted no time in hoisting himself out of the pool, but had to take a moment to lay on the ground and catch his breath while his body recovered. Not that laying on a stone slab was exactly the most rejuvenating of situations, but he wasn't entirely sure he'd have been able to stand just then even if he'd tried. Hell, a part of him very nearly felt tempted to go to sleep, but he knew better on multiple fronts. Not only was sleeping in this condition a terrible idea for its own sake - a fact which he actually knew pretty fucking intimately well - but he also wasn't about to keep the goddess waiting any longer than he had to.
With a tired groan the man finally pushed himself up, slowly, and then walked around the pool to collect his clothes. His skin and his muscles were still tingling if not feeling fucking stabbed with daggers, but he was determined to get moving - both for the sake of keeping face, and for the sake of hopefully getting somewhere warmer soon. Along the way he rubbed at his side, where his dragon tattoo covered over a scar; it ached, both from just the physical experience of the cold, and from the memory of it. Evan glanced towards the goddess, curious about whether she was in his head at the moment. Not that he wasn't fairly certain she'd already caught a couple glimpses of the memory earlier, especially considering it was what made him what she was looking for, but even so, he was understandably bashful about it, and not just because it involved a fantasy of her. The shame from the memory started to settle into his gut, followed shortly by the memory of cumming on the goddess' cock before, and feeling flooded with awareness of how she'd enjoyed drinking in his emotions throughout the evening, including his shame - and just how satisfied he'd felt in that moment. Blush burned at his face again, and he abruptly turned his gaze out into the woods, hoping for continued silence until whatever next torture she decided to put him through.
Re: Part 1
The goddess was keen on enjoying the brief moment of conflict in Evan's mind as he decided what to do such that, when he did dive under the water, much of her body began to shiver pleasantly as she experienced what he experienced. Though, by the time Evan emerged from the pool, she had largely contained her reactions, though the goosebumps on her own skin remained, which made her sensitive even to slight changes in the air. Gods, it was delicious.
Not to mention how tasty it was to see Evan prone after leaving the pool, lying facedown on the stone slab and oh-so-vulnerable. She had half a mind to take him again right then and there, but... no, better to let him recover at least a little first. She didn't want to take all the fight out of him.
Though she was beginning to pull out of his mind since the intensity of his sensations was fading anyway, she both felt and saw the additional attention Evan put on the dragon tattoo--and the scar underneath. Though she had gotten flickers of such a memory before, Dehaljadrun hadn't dug in, hadn't realized that the dragon symbol went even deeper than she had first imagined so as to lodged itself in Evan's core. Yes, his identity was definitely intertwined with that experience, and a part of her craved to know all of it, the taste and smell of the memory coming over her briefly before she stopped herself, knowing that, if she dug much deeper, he would surely know she was there, and that wasn't something she wanted. Yet.
As though to solidify her own resolve, Evan then thought of the way she had been inside him, how he had peaked in his pleasure with her, and a warm ripple of desire coursed through Dehaljadrun such that she had plenty of motivation to continue down the path once she was positive that he was following her.
The goddess continued up the path, enjoying the feeling of the air against her sensitive skin, and waded into the deeper fog, which was becoming wetter and warmer as they progressed. When it was nearly impossible to see anything, they reached a much larger pool about four feet deep filled with hot wellspring water. Dehaljadrun tossed yet another smirk back at Evan as she said, "You can put that stone with the others." She then pointed to a pile of maybe 15 of the same rocks on the far side of the pool, which were flaming with purple fire, before getting into the pool casually, going underneath the water to wet her hair, and coming up to stare pointedly at Evan with her purple eyes, her mouth watering at just imagining how many pin and needles his skin would have upon entering the water.
Not to mention how tasty it was to see Evan prone after leaving the pool, lying facedown on the stone slab and oh-so-vulnerable. She had half a mind to take him again right then and there, but... no, better to let him recover at least a little first. She didn't want to take all the fight out of him.
Though she was beginning to pull out of his mind since the intensity of his sensations was fading anyway, she both felt and saw the additional attention Evan put on the dragon tattoo--and the scar underneath. Though she had gotten flickers of such a memory before, Dehaljadrun hadn't dug in, hadn't realized that the dragon symbol went even deeper than she had first imagined so as to lodged itself in Evan's core. Yes, his identity was definitely intertwined with that experience, and a part of her craved to know all of it, the taste and smell of the memory coming over her briefly before she stopped herself, knowing that, if she dug much deeper, he would surely know she was there, and that wasn't something she wanted. Yet.
As though to solidify her own resolve, Evan then thought of the way she had been inside him, how he had peaked in his pleasure with her, and a warm ripple of desire coursed through Dehaljadrun such that she had plenty of motivation to continue down the path once she was positive that he was following her.
The goddess continued up the path, enjoying the feeling of the air against her sensitive skin, and waded into the deeper fog, which was becoming wetter and warmer as they progressed. When it was nearly impossible to see anything, they reached a much larger pool about four feet deep filled with hot wellspring water. Dehaljadrun tossed yet another smirk back at Evan as she said, "You can put that stone with the others." She then pointed to a pile of maybe 15 of the same rocks on the far side of the pool, which were flaming with purple fire, before getting into the pool casually, going underneath the water to wet her hair, and coming up to stare pointedly at Evan with her purple eyes, her mouth watering at just imagining how many pin and needles his skin would have upon entering the water.
Re: Part 1
Ahhhh, warm fog was damn nice. The captain could already feel his muscles starting to relax some, if only because they no longer had to tense against the urge to shiver as he walked. A part of him viscerally disliked the lack of visibility, but he put that part at ease by reasoning that any sort of attack seemed laughably unlikely given his company.
When another pool entered sight, he couldn't help a relieved smile. Oh, he was sure it was likely to be hotter than his skin would like, but it also seemed likely his body would appreciate it nonetheless.
First, though, the goddess gestured to a pile of rocks like the one Evan had dived to the bottom of the previous pool to collect. His smile faded and his eyes narrowed slightly, not entirely sure how he felt about her instruction, or its implications. Had his stone collection just been to entertain her, and for no other purpose? Heh, probably. Schmuck. But, more than that... did the other stones get here the same way? Maybe it was naive or immature, but a small pang of jealousy settled in Evan's gut. Of course she'd had other men. Obviously. But he really had on some level liked to think not like this - not like him - and somehow, the thought that she'd have had other men perform this stupid fucking inane task of collecting a stone from one pool and depositing it by another... Ugh. Why was he stuck on this? It was so fucking stupid.
The captain rolled the stone in his fingers by his side as he watched the goddess enter the pool, all the while his brain contemplating this ridiculous fucking emotion settling inside him. He didn't want to follow the instruction, certainly not if others had done that very thing before him. He wanted to stand out. He wanted to intrigue her, and assure her he wasn't just some everyman who'd boringly follow instructions. Fuck that.
Without a word, Evan shifted his stance just slightly, and flicked the stone towards the pool, intending to skip it over the water right towards the goddess, his eyes sending a narrowed and slightly daring glare along with it.
When another pool entered sight, he couldn't help a relieved smile. Oh, he was sure it was likely to be hotter than his skin would like, but it also seemed likely his body would appreciate it nonetheless.
First, though, the goddess gestured to a pile of rocks like the one Evan had dived to the bottom of the previous pool to collect. His smile faded and his eyes narrowed slightly, not entirely sure how he felt about her instruction, or its implications. Had his stone collection just been to entertain her, and for no other purpose? Heh, probably. Schmuck. But, more than that... did the other stones get here the same way? Maybe it was naive or immature, but a small pang of jealousy settled in Evan's gut. Of course she'd had other men. Obviously. But he really had on some level liked to think not like this - not like him - and somehow, the thought that she'd have had other men perform this stupid fucking inane task of collecting a stone from one pool and depositing it by another... Ugh. Why was he stuck on this? It was so fucking stupid.
The captain rolled the stone in his fingers by his side as he watched the goddess enter the pool, all the while his brain contemplating this ridiculous fucking emotion settling inside him. He didn't want to follow the instruction, certainly not if others had done that very thing before him. He wanted to stand out. He wanted to intrigue her, and assure her he wasn't just some everyman who'd boringly follow instructions. Fuck that.
Without a word, Evan shifted his stance just slightly, and flicked the stone towards the pool, intending to skip it over the water right towards the goddess, his eyes sending a narrowed and slightly daring glare along with it.
Re: Part 1
((OOC: Roll dex score! And then Dehaljadrun's like, "I'm a goddess; I don't need to roll." Lol.))
Dehaljadrun watched Evan contemplate the implications of the stone, unable to stop the smirk from widening on her face as he rolled it around in his hand. She felt his defiance even before he flicked the rock toward her such that she caught it in one hand even though it came fast and threatened to hit her, though the maneuver did momentarily force her to turn her back to Evan. When it touched her hand, the stone erupted in flames significantly larger than the ones on the pile, but they did not seem to faze the goddess at all. Her skin was still intact and was not affected by the flames as far as anyone could tell. She tossed the stone in the air a couple times, watching the flames fade and flare up again each time it landed in her hand.
While Dehaljadrun had meant for Evan to experience some jealousy, even though the other stones had not exactly been collected the same way, she was again impressed at his brazen behavior, though she did not let it show.
"Pity," she said, still staring at the rock. "And I was going to go easy on you for the rest of the night, but now..." The goddess then dropped the stone in the water, which raised in temperature significantly. Even the goddess' pale and faintly lavender skin reddened where it touched the water.
Before the goddess did or said anything else, a man who appeared to be blindfolded, though there seemed to be little difference between the cloth over his eyes and his skin, walked toward them from another path carrying a glass of a shining pale yellow liquid. He walked on the side of the pool behind Dehaljadrun, who tossed Evan a grin before approaching the man, who stood at attention as though he was from the Shel'ti army. The man set the glass down beside her, and she lifted it to her lips slowly, knowing Evan was watching. She let a drop flow out of her mouth and down her bare front, catching the light briefly and curving as it did so around one breast. When it touched the water, there was a small, almost imperceptible flash of that same shining yellow. With the glass half empty, the goddess set it back on the ledge behind her and reached up to stroke the man's calf, reaching up further and further along his leg, which sent visible trembles through his body, though his facial expression, or at least what was visible of it, remained unchanged except for the subtle way his lips parted. Dehaljadrun raised her fingers to touch the edges of a thin, white garment that was hardly better than underwear though it was looser and more skirt-like as it touched his upper thighs, and the man's trembling increased. The goddess laughed at this and pushed the man back toward where he came from, watching his back as he departed.
With the thrall gone, Dehaljadrun turned her attention again to her newest acquisition and waded through the pool closer to him, her wet hair and body glistening in the heat with steam rising from her skin. Though she supposed she hardly needed to, Dehaljadrun sent waves of desire toward Evan that were only as strong as those she sent during the negotiation, which still seemed to have a stronger effect somehow. The goddess wanted Evan to feel magnetized in her direction as she moved toward him, every cell of his body pulled just a little stronger with every step she took closer to him. Her eyes darkened as she continued and then stopped just underneath where Evan was standing. Mmmm... she rarely got a view of a man from this angle, and she couldn't say she didn't like it. The tattoos framed his body well.
Her smirk widened as a large protrusion of some kind--dark purple and scaled--abruptly appeared behind the goddess, wrapped toward the front of her body, reached toward Evan, and not-so-gently shoved him toward the water before disappearing again.
((OOC: If Evan is not surprised by her tail (? Yeah, I guess that's a thing now...), then he could probably avoid falling into the water. I guess it also depends on how close he is to the edge. Also, the effects of the crone's drink have def worn off by now, but play with that how you will. The water is probably around 114 degrees or so at this point, but it will slow at a moderate pace as the rock's magic is used up. The yellow liquid in the water now is going to temporarily increase his stamina when he does get in, but it doesn't necessarily have that effect on Dehaljadrun.))
Dehaljadrun watched Evan contemplate the implications of the stone, unable to stop the smirk from widening on her face as he rolled it around in his hand. She felt his defiance even before he flicked the rock toward her such that she caught it in one hand even though it came fast and threatened to hit her, though the maneuver did momentarily force her to turn her back to Evan. When it touched her hand, the stone erupted in flames significantly larger than the ones on the pile, but they did not seem to faze the goddess at all. Her skin was still intact and was not affected by the flames as far as anyone could tell. She tossed the stone in the air a couple times, watching the flames fade and flare up again each time it landed in her hand.
While Dehaljadrun had meant for Evan to experience some jealousy, even though the other stones had not exactly been collected the same way, she was again impressed at his brazen behavior, though she did not let it show.
"Pity," she said, still staring at the rock. "And I was going to go easy on you for the rest of the night, but now..." The goddess then dropped the stone in the water, which raised in temperature significantly. Even the goddess' pale and faintly lavender skin reddened where it touched the water.
Before the goddess did or said anything else, a man who appeared to be blindfolded, though there seemed to be little difference between the cloth over his eyes and his skin, walked toward them from another path carrying a glass of a shining pale yellow liquid. He walked on the side of the pool behind Dehaljadrun, who tossed Evan a grin before approaching the man, who stood at attention as though he was from the Shel'ti army. The man set the glass down beside her, and she lifted it to her lips slowly, knowing Evan was watching. She let a drop flow out of her mouth and down her bare front, catching the light briefly and curving as it did so around one breast. When it touched the water, there was a small, almost imperceptible flash of that same shining yellow. With the glass half empty, the goddess set it back on the ledge behind her and reached up to stroke the man's calf, reaching up further and further along his leg, which sent visible trembles through his body, though his facial expression, or at least what was visible of it, remained unchanged except for the subtle way his lips parted. Dehaljadrun raised her fingers to touch the edges of a thin, white garment that was hardly better than underwear though it was looser and more skirt-like as it touched his upper thighs, and the man's trembling increased. The goddess laughed at this and pushed the man back toward where he came from, watching his back as he departed.
With the thrall gone, Dehaljadrun turned her attention again to her newest acquisition and waded through the pool closer to him, her wet hair and body glistening in the heat with steam rising from her skin. Though she supposed she hardly needed to, Dehaljadrun sent waves of desire toward Evan that were only as strong as those she sent during the negotiation, which still seemed to have a stronger effect somehow. The goddess wanted Evan to feel magnetized in her direction as she moved toward him, every cell of his body pulled just a little stronger with every step she took closer to him. Her eyes darkened as she continued and then stopped just underneath where Evan was standing. Mmmm... she rarely got a view of a man from this angle, and she couldn't say she didn't like it. The tattoos framed his body well.
Her smirk widened as a large protrusion of some kind--dark purple and scaled--abruptly appeared behind the goddess, wrapped toward the front of her body, reached toward Evan, and not-so-gently shoved him toward the water before disappearing again.
((OOC: If Evan is not surprised by her tail (? Yeah, I guess that's a thing now...), then he could probably avoid falling into the water. I guess it also depends on how close he is to the edge. Also, the effects of the crone's drink have def worn off by now, but play with that how you will. The water is probably around 114 degrees or so at this point, but it will slow at a moderate pace as the rock's magic is used up. The yellow liquid in the water now is going to temporarily increase his stamina when he does get in, but it doesn't necessarily have that effect on Dehaljadrun.))
Re: Part 1
Evan's eyes narrowed further as the goddess commented that she had been intending to go easy on him the rest of the night...
She could of course be bluffing, but the flaming stone dropping into the water and reddening even the goddess' skin sure didn't look like an empty threat. Ughhhhh. A part of him scolded himself, that maybe he really could have had a pleasant, relaxing bath, but noooooo. Always gotta fuck shit up somehow.
He didn't have much time to berate himself before someone else showed up, though - another man, in nothing but a blindfold(?) and loose underwear, carrying a drinking glass. Another pang of jealousy riled up, but Evan pushed it down some with the thought that, obviously, this man was subservient. And, well, for better or for worse, they had just established that Evan was, strictly speaking, not. Even so, the way the goddess touched the other man... heat started to pool between Evan's legs again, while his fist clenched silently by his side. Gods, he was tired, but never enough not to crave that.
The craving only grew stronger after the goddess sent the man away, and set her sights back on Evan. She approached him slowly, somehow goddamn perfectly moving her form to draw his gaze over every delicious curve of her body. Though his eyes still glared, his lips parted slightly, while his whole body tensed in an effort to make sure he staid fucking put, even as thoughts of enveloping the goddess with his touch swelled nearly unbearably.
At least when she paused in front of him, he could revel in the admiration he detected... for a moment, anyway, before he was caught well the fuck off-guard by - what the fuck was that? - something snaking out of the water and shoving Evan towards the pool. He stumbled forward, and did his best to at least recover enough to make a semi-graceful entry. There was still a decent splash - not like the pool was deep enough to dive smoothly into, anyway - and the captain hastily re-oriented himself to get his feet on the ground of the pool and the rest of him standing. Sensations of huge sharp needles stabbed at his skin as the searing water startled and alarmed his cold nerves. His toes frankly fully felt on fire, but he grit his teeth through it. The water wasn't so hot as to literally be burning him, and beneath the pain his skin endured, his muscles really were appreciating the heat seeping in, even if they wouldn't want to stay here long. Though, as his muscles relaxed, it grew more and more difficult to ignore that strong fucking craving tugging at his being to make contact with the goddess before him.
His eyes re-located her, his glare now quite a bit more hostile, and he lunged forward towards her, fully intending to firmly grasp at a fistful of hair and lock his teeth down on the side of her throat. Bonus if his free hand managed to land on her ass to dig its nails in, but he'd also settle for against the side of the pool behind her.
((OOC: or, y'know, missing/being blocked entirely, or some other partial success; whatever works))
She could of course be bluffing, but the flaming stone dropping into the water and reddening even the goddess' skin sure didn't look like an empty threat. Ughhhhh. A part of him scolded himself, that maybe he really could have had a pleasant, relaxing bath, but noooooo. Always gotta fuck shit up somehow.
He didn't have much time to berate himself before someone else showed up, though - another man, in nothing but a blindfold(?) and loose underwear, carrying a drinking glass. Another pang of jealousy riled up, but Evan pushed it down some with the thought that, obviously, this man was subservient. And, well, for better or for worse, they had just established that Evan was, strictly speaking, not. Even so, the way the goddess touched the other man... heat started to pool between Evan's legs again, while his fist clenched silently by his side. Gods, he was tired, but never enough not to crave that.
The craving only grew stronger after the goddess sent the man away, and set her sights back on Evan. She approached him slowly, somehow goddamn perfectly moving her form to draw his gaze over every delicious curve of her body. Though his eyes still glared, his lips parted slightly, while his whole body tensed in an effort to make sure he staid fucking put, even as thoughts of enveloping the goddess with his touch swelled nearly unbearably.
At least when she paused in front of him, he could revel in the admiration he detected... for a moment, anyway, before he was caught well the fuck off-guard by - what the fuck was that? - something snaking out of the water and shoving Evan towards the pool. He stumbled forward, and did his best to at least recover enough to make a semi-graceful entry. There was still a decent splash - not like the pool was deep enough to dive smoothly into, anyway - and the captain hastily re-oriented himself to get his feet on the ground of the pool and the rest of him standing. Sensations of huge sharp needles stabbed at his skin as the searing water startled and alarmed his cold nerves. His toes frankly fully felt on fire, but he grit his teeth through it. The water wasn't so hot as to literally be burning him, and beneath the pain his skin endured, his muscles really were appreciating the heat seeping in, even if they wouldn't want to stay here long. Though, as his muscles relaxed, it grew more and more difficult to ignore that strong fucking craving tugging at his being to make contact with the goddess before him.
His eyes re-located her, his glare now quite a bit more hostile, and he lunged forward towards her, fully intending to firmly grasp at a fistful of hair and lock his teeth down on the side of her throat. Bonus if his free hand managed to land on her ass to dig its nails in, but he'd also settle for against the side of the pool behind her.
((OOC: or, y'know, missing/being blocked entirely, or some other partial success; whatever works))
Re: Part 1
Though she expected some sort of retaliation, Dehaljadrun was somewhat caught off guard by the force of Evan's lunge toward her, enough that he got a hold of her hair and started to sink his teeth into her neck. She did manage to catch his wrist with her hand, though, while she felt it moving through the water. She held his hand down, the combination of the pins and needles she felt in his hand and the heat of the water itself enormously distracting her with a delicious pain-pleasure sensation. Her eyes threatened to roll back in her head as Evan's teeth dug in against her throat, which thrilled and excited her. She arched and pressed her body against his, pulling unconsciously out of the grip of his teeth slightly and pulling his hand down further into the water.
Lost in the sensations and knowing that even her body wouldn't be able to withstand this temperature for long, Dehaljadrun allowed herself to indulge almost all the way in to the sensations, experiencing Evan's pleasure at her proximity as well as her own heavy desire. As her muscles became more pliant in the hot water, her desire for touch grew even heavier, and suddenly Dehaljadrun wanted nothing more than to let go of his wrist, to feel his nails dig in, to experience his pins and needles as though they were flooding up her own back. Between his teeth on her neck, the hot water, his hand full of her hair, and those sensations, her resolve was not strong, especially against herself, such that, if he were pushing against her at all, her hand would slacken and allow him to grab onto her as she leaned against him.
Lost in the sensations and knowing that even her body wouldn't be able to withstand this temperature for long, Dehaljadrun allowed herself to indulge almost all the way in to the sensations, experiencing Evan's pleasure at her proximity as well as her own heavy desire. As her muscles became more pliant in the hot water, her desire for touch grew even heavier, and suddenly Dehaljadrun wanted nothing more than to let go of his wrist, to feel his nails dig in, to experience his pins and needles as though they were flooding up her own back. Between his teeth on her neck, the hot water, his hand full of her hair, and those sensations, her resolve was not strong, especially against herself, such that, if he were pushing against her at all, her hand would slacken and allow him to grab onto her as she leaned against him.