Liyana felt Maduro's body heat when he dropped atop her. His body enveloped her. He's all around me..
She felt his hand in her hair and lifted her hand to his head as well, and felt the smooth texture of his hair as she clutched it in a gentle fist.
She responded with a forceful kiss of her own when he lowered to kiss her. She nipped his soft lips between hers, and felt the velvet skin of his cheek as she held it within her palm.
The massaging on her thigh surprised her senses. Liyana locked her legs out of instinct.
She found the sensation pleasurable, and so gradually relaxed them. She tensed again at each new touch, and then relaxed as it turned to pleasure.
Her kiss intensified. It became violent as her sensations increased. Spasmodic, even. Her tongue now forced its way inside and explored the new space vehemently.
Her hands caressed his entire body. She rubbed his shoulders and chest and back.
Her touch become more urgent as he continued his kneading.
"Beg? We'll see who'll be begging who." She smiled and got up from under him.
"Come, follow me. We'll play on my terms now."
She started walking towards her house. Or at least where she thought it was -- the darkness was enough to cause doubt.
She had not doubts as to whether he'll follow. He is as inflamed as I am now.
. . .
As expected, the household was asleep. Still, she preferred to sneak her way into her room.
She padded by, landing her step with her foot's pad and toes first and then the balls of her feet.
The commons room was empty, which meant her room mates were in their bedroom.
Must stay quite, she whispered, mostly to herself. At the very least, they'll be irritated at me if they learn of this.
Almost crouching, she reached her own room without any loud noises or squeaks.
Fortunately she had not closed the door completely, and it did not squeak as she pushed it.
She lighted a few candles and the room slowly gained a soft orange glow.
Liyana imagined how Maduro's skin would look like in this lighting.
That made her hungry.
Liyana glanced at the lab she had in the corner.
I wonder if I can any more fun with philtering tonight..
His skin.. so tasty... so edible..
Thinking of food had her imagine Maduro lathered with sauce.
She turned to her lab, determined to make something of the sort.
If I want to mix something with oil to be suitable for massage, it needs a bit of the texture of a salve.
She picked up the required vials and turned to a large beaker.
She did not fuss over any measurements. The philters she had chosen all had know and safe properties, and besides, she needed a large batch. I'll just pour the things in.
The Grapeseed oil she started heating on the brazier, in order to dilute it. No need to be overly sticky about things.
The resultant oil she put in the wide distiller. I need to make this element prominent.
She calcinated with the mortar and pestle some elder berries and then currants.
She also crushed their leaves on the side, in order to make a green color.
The result she mixed with alcohol to extract the color into a tincture.
It's like I'm preparing an ice cream sauce. I-scream sauce. She giggled.
Once the individual ingredients were done, she cooled the hot ones and stirred them in large bowls, making sure to put different berries in each bowl, in order to produce a palette of body paint colors. Red, green, and blue.
She stuck her finger in when she was certain it was done, and, after rubbing it betwixt her fingers to ascertain the quality of the texture, stuck it in her mouth.
Delicious..
She felt his hand in her hair and lifted her hand to his head as well, and felt the smooth texture of his hair as she clutched it in a gentle fist.
She responded with a forceful kiss of her own when he lowered to kiss her. She nipped his soft lips between hers, and felt the velvet skin of his cheek as she held it within her palm.
The massaging on her thigh surprised her senses. Liyana locked her legs out of instinct.
She found the sensation pleasurable, and so gradually relaxed them. She tensed again at each new touch, and then relaxed as it turned to pleasure.
Her kiss intensified. It became violent as her sensations increased. Spasmodic, even. Her tongue now forced its way inside and explored the new space vehemently.
Her hands caressed his entire body. She rubbed his shoulders and chest and back.
Her touch become more urgent as he continued his kneading.
"Beg? We'll see who'll be begging who." She smiled and got up from under him.
"Come, follow me. We'll play on my terms now."
She started walking towards her house. Or at least where she thought it was -- the darkness was enough to cause doubt.
She had not doubts as to whether he'll follow. He is as inflamed as I am now.
. . .
As expected, the household was asleep. Still, she preferred to sneak her way into her room.
She padded by, landing her step with her foot's pad and toes first and then the balls of her feet.
The commons room was empty, which meant her room mates were in their bedroom.
Must stay quite, she whispered, mostly to herself. At the very least, they'll be irritated at me if they learn of this.
Almost crouching, she reached her own room without any loud noises or squeaks.
Fortunately she had not closed the door completely, and it did not squeak as she pushed it.
She lighted a few candles and the room slowly gained a soft orange glow.
Liyana imagined how Maduro's skin would look like in this lighting.
That made her hungry.
Liyana glanced at the lab she had in the corner.
I wonder if I can any more fun with philtering tonight..
His skin.. so tasty... so edible..
Thinking of food had her imagine Maduro lathered with sauce.
She turned to her lab, determined to make something of the sort.
If I want to mix something with oil to be suitable for massage, it needs a bit of the texture of a salve.
She picked up the required vials and turned to a large beaker.
She did not fuss over any measurements. The philters she had chosen all had know and safe properties, and besides, she needed a large batch. I'll just pour the things in.
The Grapeseed oil she started heating on the brazier, in order to dilute it. No need to be overly sticky about things.
The resultant oil she put in the wide distiller. I need to make this element prominent.
She calcinated with the mortar and pestle some elder berries and then currants.
She also crushed their leaves on the side, in order to make a green color.
The result she mixed with alcohol to extract the color into a tincture.
It's like I'm preparing an ice cream sauce. I-scream sauce. She giggled.
Once the individual ingredients were done, she cooled the hot ones and stirred them in large bowls, making sure to put different berries in each bowl, in order to produce a palette of body paint colors. Red, green, and blue.
She stuck her finger in when she was certain it was done, and, after rubbing it betwixt her fingers to ascertain the quality of the texture, stuck it in her mouth.
Delicious..
Ledger Deductions :
| Item | Price (GM) |
| Grapeseed Oil, One Gallon | -0.2 |
| Elderberries, One Oz. | -0.2 |
| Currants, One Oz. | -0.1 |
| Total | -0.5 |
