Post by Azriel Shahrizai on Mar 17, 2009 12:21:26 GMT -5
I had to get out of the house, I couldn't be there any longer and I needed a drink badly.
I found myself at the Cockeral and after an hour or so, and a pitcher of ale later I was feeling the affects of the alcohol. I wasn't a big drinker so the ale seemed to be going straight to my head.
It was after taking my third shot of something harsh and burning when they came in.
He was ugly as sin, a scar on his cheek and obviously not a D'Angeline. She was beautiful, dark hair and pale skin and breasts that bounced perfectly as she walked. I watched them out the corner of my eye as they settled themselves into a corner table, laughing and flirting. It was quite obvious that she was his contracted adept, and as I watched I knew exactly where she was from, Valerian.
They ordered drinks first and after they came, they went to work on eachother, kissing as if they were going to devour eachother. I watched as his hand went under the table as he, what I assume was, caressed her leg. It was disgusting to watch, and yet I couldn't look away, only watching sidelong and discreetly.
As I watched, she broke the kiss and gasped, her eyes closed as I saw his arm working up and down and knew what he was doing to her. I couldn't help but feel a certain amount of arousal in it, the way she looked, rapture in bliss as he so unsubtly caressed her heat.
I could feel my member quiver as I watched her, her cheeks hot and pink as she seemed caught between embarassment and desire at being played out right there in front of everyone.
My eyes burned and I realized I had been staring as she opened her eyes and they landed right on mine. She smiled a little at me, as though inviting me to enjoy and I turned away looking forward once more. I took one more shot of the dark liquor I had been drink and stood.
I knew where I needed to be. I paid for my drinks and turned, heading for the door, my boot heals clicking as if a drum beat, as it the beating of wings in my ears, my blood pounded. I was headed for Valerian House.
I found myself at the Cockeral and after an hour or so, and a pitcher of ale later I was feeling the affects of the alcohol. I wasn't a big drinker so the ale seemed to be going straight to my head.
It was after taking my third shot of something harsh and burning when they came in.
He was ugly as sin, a scar on his cheek and obviously not a D'Angeline. She was beautiful, dark hair and pale skin and breasts that bounced perfectly as she walked. I watched them out the corner of my eye as they settled themselves into a corner table, laughing and flirting. It was quite obvious that she was his contracted adept, and as I watched I knew exactly where she was from, Valerian.
They ordered drinks first and after they came, they went to work on eachother, kissing as if they were going to devour eachother. I watched as his hand went under the table as he, what I assume was, caressed her leg. It was disgusting to watch, and yet I couldn't look away, only watching sidelong and discreetly.
As I watched, she broke the kiss and gasped, her eyes closed as I saw his arm working up and down and knew what he was doing to her. I couldn't help but feel a certain amount of arousal in it, the way she looked, rapture in bliss as he so unsubtly caressed her heat.
I could feel my member quiver as I watched her, her cheeks hot and pink as she seemed caught between embarassment and desire at being played out right there in front of everyone.
My eyes burned and I realized I had been staring as she opened her eyes and they landed right on mine. She smiled a little at me, as though inviting me to enjoy and I turned away looking forward once more. I took one more shot of the dark liquor I had been drink and stood.
I knew where I needed to be. I paid for my drinks and turned, heading for the door, my boot heals clicking as if a drum beat, as it the beating of wings in my ears, my blood pounded. I was headed for Valerian House.