Dalavesta Stalinsa
“Come back to bed,” Ves said, trying for a sultry purr of a voice but instead the drink made it sound more slurred and less seductive then she had hoped, “there’s still time…so much time for more fun before things fully kick into gear”
She covered the reddening of her cheeks at her failed attempts with the bottle in her hand, whiskey that was good enough not to make her cough but bad enough that it was cheap and cheerful. Her gaze drifted to the person her words had been directed to, taking in the soft, curved form of Sandy with a soft growling sound in the back of her throat. She had lucked out today, Sandy was one of the more attractive and experienced whores, her raven black hair a cascade of curls that framed divinely crafted feature, and also currently divinely gifted breasts.
“That sound was better than the words,” Sandy grinned at her from her perch on the edge of the bed, looking back at Ves as it spread across her lips slowly, purposefully tempting, “you know it’s the festival right? Don’t you want to watch the wooden man burn? Always gets the blood…roused” she turned away from Ves, who was still watching her greedily between sips of what was left in the bottle, her vision beginning to blur slightly but still able to see well enough that she knew what she wanted, now.
She shifted and kicked the flimsy sheets off of her legs, sweat glistening across her body by the candlelight, coming to sit behind her whore, straddling her and wrapping her arms around the woman hungrily. She was taller, tall enough that she could bend down slight, and around, to plant soft kisses upon her cheek, moving slowly down until she was biting at the neck. The bottle came around and pressed to Sandy’s lips and tilted until the last of what was in it was drunk and then the bottle was discarded, rolling noisily across the floor.
“No patience, Ves,” Sandy purred, better at it by far, “that was why I never suggested you stay here”
That much was true, Ves knew, she didn’t come to Brega’s for a long, slow and rosy-tinted experience like many of the men seemed to, falling in love with specific whores and wanting them time and again. No, she came to forget, to erase for a while her past and get lost in the drink, the tits and the rest. The smell that accompanied her for a while after was simply a souvenir that helped her sleep better for an extra day or two, before earning some coin and returning once more for another round when the harsh memories returned. No matter, she knew how to tempt the whore back even if her seductive skills were less perfected. If all else failed, she was the punter too and what she wanted went.
“I’m not pretty enough, but doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun,” she returned, tracing her fingertips across flesh slowly, eventually dragging nails through the sweat of their first, impatient fun, “don’t get you that often, who says I shouldn’t get my miza’s worth?” she teased.
“Hmmm, that’s better…are you not satisfied then? I don’t remember you saying anything much for a while before”
“I’m still hungry” she growled, before wrapping her arms around the woman and pulling her back, a giggle rippling out of her before they wrapped up the last of their chimes together with a second round of hedonistic oblivion.
1st Spring 522 AV - Brega's House
“Come back to bed,” Ves said, trying for a sultry purr of a voice but instead the drink made it sound more slurred and less seductive then she had hoped, “there’s still time…so much time for more fun before things fully kick into gear”
She covered the reddening of her cheeks at her failed attempts with the bottle in her hand, whiskey that was good enough not to make her cough but bad enough that it was cheap and cheerful. Her gaze drifted to the person her words had been directed to, taking in the soft, curved form of Sandy with a soft growling sound in the back of her throat. She had lucked out today, Sandy was one of the more attractive and experienced whores, her raven black hair a cascade of curls that framed divinely crafted feature, and also currently divinely gifted breasts.
“That sound was better than the words,” Sandy grinned at her from her perch on the edge of the bed, looking back at Ves as it spread across her lips slowly, purposefully tempting, “you know it’s the festival right? Don’t you want to watch the wooden man burn? Always gets the blood…roused” she turned away from Ves, who was still watching her greedily between sips of what was left in the bottle, her vision beginning to blur slightly but still able to see well enough that she knew what she wanted, now.
She shifted and kicked the flimsy sheets off of her legs, sweat glistening across her body by the candlelight, coming to sit behind her whore, straddling her and wrapping her arms around the woman hungrily. She was taller, tall enough that she could bend down slight, and around, to plant soft kisses upon her cheek, moving slowly down until she was biting at the neck. The bottle came around and pressed to Sandy’s lips and tilted until the last of what was in it was drunk and then the bottle was discarded, rolling noisily across the floor.
“No patience, Ves,” Sandy purred, better at it by far, “that was why I never suggested you stay here”
That much was true, Ves knew, she didn’t come to Brega’s for a long, slow and rosy-tinted experience like many of the men seemed to, falling in love with specific whores and wanting them time and again. No, she came to forget, to erase for a while her past and get lost in the drink, the tits and the rest. The smell that accompanied her for a while after was simply a souvenir that helped her sleep better for an extra day or two, before earning some coin and returning once more for another round when the harsh memories returned. No matter, she knew how to tempt the whore back even if her seductive skills were less perfected. If all else failed, she was the punter too and what she wanted went.
“I’m not pretty enough, but doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun,” she returned, tracing her fingertips across flesh slowly, eventually dragging nails through the sweat of their first, impatient fun, “don’t get you that often, who says I shouldn’t get my miza’s worth?” she teased.
“Hmmm, that’s better…are you not satisfied then? I don’t remember you saying anything much for a while before”
“I’m still hungry” she growled, before wrapping her arms around the woman and pulling her back, a giggle rippling out of her before they wrapped up the last of their chimes together with a second round of hedonistic oblivion.
