Yeah yeah it's been forever and only this one's been started... but the plot is FAR harder to write than the sex. Well unless I get lovey-dovey sappy-wappy WAFFly. In which case I'll go running and screaming back to the plot. ^^ =0==0==0==0==0==0==0==0==0==0= Because I have nothing better to do Productions An Eldrick Tobin project From "It makes sense in my head" Theater A story of The Arc Demons With Drama Track Two: Chorus of Fate FMV - 01 Frisk Knight Pertrified like a stone gargoyle Arhden could do naught but blush as piece by piece his armor was removed from his chest. She woke him from his reverie to get hints on the back section. Soon he was in naught but a tunic... and soon even that fell by the wayside. "You do the rest..." she smiled. With a blushing nod, the half celestial undid his breeches and slide them down. He stepped to the side and removed the rest of his equipment. They set to folding everything up and placing the items next to her clothing. A slow process when you are watching the other person's body move through the motions. They walked over to her bedroll. She turned around and leaned back into his chest. Treesinger enfolded her in his feathery wings and hugged her close to him. Miss Ulthain's massaged his pinions, and smiled when his banner raised high. He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts as she lightly rubbed against his lance with her bottom. He counter ground against her and they both shared a sigh. She turned around and kissed his lips... tongues meeting and entwining all the while. Dropping out of the kiss Arhden placed kiss after kiss every so often on his way to the valley between her breasts. As he nibbled on her nipples, Valeria cooed for him to go lower still. Obeying her wishes he kissed his way all the way down to her knees. "This far?" "Silly goose, I meant higher," she smiled. And he kissed his way up to her navel... and then down and around and around to her verdant garden where the nectar of the gods grew upon the very walls and you had but to drink to feel you could live forever in the moment. The Lady Cleric undulated as her Winged Ranger Cleric spoke with his tongue the gospel of pleasurable things. Next it was as if she'd said,"Good Sir... but you are missing many pages from your litany. I know of them. I could tell you." And it was as if he responded,"Why Good Lady would you do me such an honor? I'd be grateful." And Valeria smiled and gently pushed Arhden to the ground. Turning around she knelt over him and took his lance into her mouth... and spoke with HER tongue a tale or two missing from the preachings of pleasurable things. However they found a passage they could both entertain... and while she sang... he placed his tongue to work as well singing the counterpoint in her cavern of splendor. Sadly her side of the song ended. She tried to sample every note from the song... but they seemed of their own mind and the notes slipped away from her. She looked deep into the preacher's eyes and seemed to say,"I know a song of adventure in a dark cavern you are familiar with. We could sing that now... if you like." He simple blushed and nodded. "First the torch much be charged... or the cavern will never be lit," standing, turning, and kneeling down she kissed upon his body... a nibble here... a dainty kiss there... encouraging the fires of the torch to glow again. The embers slowly kindled to a stout flame... and the once dark cavern allowed the potential for light to enter it again. What sounded like bats flew from an upper opening. A Cacophony of bats winging away to lands stepped in passion. The song continued as the preacher tapped notes along with his tongue on the nipples of the matron who knew such a fine song. And as the sun reached it's zenith light poured into the dark cavern as the spell of darkness was dispelled by a powerful upwelling of candle power from the magical torch. They carolled in unison the end of the magnificant song, and tired from their ordeal and they quickly bathed from the stream's cold water before drying, donning nightwear and laying down to slumber on her bedroll.