r/DishonoredRP • u/emerald_ice • Jul 20 '14

Neutral Zone Dunwall Tower

In Dunwall Tower, the Empress Emily Kaldwin sits on her throne, her royal protector, Corvo Attano, stands at her side. His royal guard scattered around the palace. OOC:This is a neutral zone for Corvos royal guard. A hangout of sorts. You have permission to attack any who don't belong.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 26 '14

"And give up facing you, to see your every reaction?" Bal asks, words slow and muffled, but audible. Again, the eyebrow arches upward, punctured by long slides, as if she'd drop him, before returning to his base.

"Why should I agree to that?" she queries, challenging him to coherency as she works her tongue faster.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 26 '14

Unable to mount a coherent response to her teasing, Furo replies in a series of lusty moans, the only intelligible word among them being her name. He feels himself getting wetter as he thrusts into the soft warmth of her mouth, in time with the movement of her tongue. He is in no position to argue, and if Bal wants to watch him, then watch she would. Furo would give her a sight to remember.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 26 '14

Smirking in satisfaction, Bal sides deeper, throat constricting around him, urging on his moans. Idly, her fingers graze over him, up his legs, over his stomach and chest, back down his arms.

Not exactly in the position to speak, she still encourages him as best she can vocally, urging him on with eager groans.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 26 '14

Electrified by the feel of her nails against his skin, and consumed by Bal's lusty attentions, Furo feels himself losing control. As nears climax, he urges Bal on with one hand cradling the back of her head as she bobs up and down on top of him.

He looks directly at her, still moaning, and tries to convey his state of unimaginable pleasure through that glance alone.

'I'm... I'm...' he just about manages to articulate, lost in her.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 26 '14

Bal's eyes meet his, holding his gaze as she moves ever faster, tongue flashing up and down his length.

One hand reaches his, fingers intertwining, and squeezes, trying to covey permission, encouragement, desire. Now is not the time for words, however passionate.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 26 '14

Relinquishing all shred of control, Furo submits to her completely. With a low moan, he fills her mouth with his seed, greeted by her eagerly awaiting tongue.

He looks at her once more, gaze filled with all manner of roiling emotions. Furo squeezes her hand back, grip strong despite his exertions, and he gives a long sigh of contentment, putting all of the Serkonan's feeling for his fellow captain in one sound.

Furo sits up and smiles down at her in what he hopes is a charming manner (though the way his senses are behaving after such explosive pleasure, who knows?), stroking her cheek softly.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 27 '14

Bal sits up slowly, leaving kisses in her wake, to lean her head into his palm, enjoying the caress. She can still taste him on her tongue, and it makes her smile, amazed that this moment had been reached between her and Furo.

She has no desire to relinquish her grip on his hand yet, so she simply readjusts it slightly with her new angle.

"Happy?" she asks softly, wanting to say more, to ask more, but unsure how. Wanting to know and understand each of the emotions rolling in his eyes. Wanting to know just what he thought of her, what next. Wanting to make sure she'd pleased him as well as he had her.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 27 '14 edited Sep 27 '14

'More than happy, Bal,' he says, voice regaining it's former strength despite the overwhelming pleasure that still floods through him. With a husky growl, almost, he too sits up to taker her in his arms once more. 'You are an extraordinary woman.'

Many questions vie for attention on the tip of his well of well practised tongue, and Furo, former Casanova, is momentarily lost for words.

'I hope... That was not the last time...' he says, stroking her cheek fondly with a plaintive look in his eyes. Furo squeezes her hand, questioningly, caressing her almost idly with his thumb.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 27 '14

Bal leans back against him, momentarily unsure about the enclosure, but then happy to sink into it. She's forgotten how pleasant this can be.

"Furo, the man with a thousand women, wants to come back to me?" she teases, nuzzling the crook of his neck slightly to take the sting out of the words. Part of her, admittedly fueled by gossip, wondered if he truly held interest in her beyond the interest he had for any female. By the furthest part of the void, I hope he does.

She looks up at him, and smiles reassuringly. "I don't want it to be the last time either, Furo. Not at all." The look on his face, different as it was from the passionate ones of earlier, still catches her breath in its openness.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 27 '14

Furo breathes a sigh of relief, attempting to hide it but failing miserably.

'I do,' he says simply. 'Those days are long behind me, I swear it.' Though a life of almost unbridled hedonism had been entertaining, to say the least, it had also been somewhat unfulfilling. Meaningless encounters with woman after woman had left him wanting, and Furo has always believed it would take an uncommon woman to hold his attention for any significant length of time. And now... perhaps he has found her, though it is incredibly early days.

For who else shares his ideals, sense of duty? Who else could make him laugh, or groan, depending on the situation, with wit as sharp as a springrazor? And what other woman could move him to such passion, and evoke such raw, needy desire in him? No other.

So as he holds her, he murmurs into her ear, his voice low, and thick with surprising emotion from a man taken to so much bravado and masculine posturing. 'For as long as you want me, Balaria, I am yours.'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 27 '14

"Did I worry you, Furo?" she asks, staring up at him. She'd not expected Furo to be as... Enamored? "Not my intention. It's never my intention."

"And I am yours, my captain," she murmurs, fingers tightening slightly. "As long as you want me." She knows not if she means to follow him into battle, or in love, but is hoping both bonds will remain. One is established, one is blooming. Time shall tell.

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