The Ninth Trial

[advisories]

Who: everyone
When: Day 18, starting just after dawn
Where: The Hermit's Tent, and all around

[This morning as the sun begins to pour through the train's windows, there's the tremor that signals a Trial.]

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth. Or something like that!

[It's the same older man's voice from the sixth trial, and outside is the same fortune teller's stall. Today the front flap is lifted to show a normal interior -- there's a wooden table, carved with geometric patterns and painted in bright colours, lit by teal-coloured carved candles.

At the table sits a man of indeterminate age, somewhere between 30 and 60. He's wearing what appear to be monk's robes, teal with patterned trimming. In front of him is a crystal ball and a stack of bingo cards, along with a stand-up sign bearing the rules of this Trial.

Across the top in large font, it says:

Icebreaker Bingo

Good luck and have fun!]

Comments

[voreaciously]

[The noises she makes grow a little louder, but more than that they are far more frequent and desperate.

She clutches him like a lifeline and leans deeper into the kiss, into him as she starts to shudder violently as she's pushed over that edge. She tightens around Crow's fingers her urgent cry vibrating against their lips as hot, sweet wetness spills from her.

The floor feels like it's giving out beneath her and that is just fine. She is content to fall, fall, fall....]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He will, of course, make sure she doesn't actually fall over as he guides her through her orgasm, his tongue thoroughly exploring the contours of her mouth as he does. He means it when he says this is one of his favourite parts-- making someone come, his partner shaking and whimpering with their own pleasure. It's a reward for hard work, something he isn't opposed to when it's fun. ]

[voreaciously]

[She does keep herself up--but just barely. It's such a near thing, like holding onto a cliff edge with a single finger, but keeps from collapsing entirely. She does not want him to deal with the entirety of her weight which is a lot, unaided.

Even if she feels so light in this moment.

She slowly comes down, leaning back against the wall as she rides out the high to the last.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He nibbles again at the crook of her neck, a vibrant hickey forming itself onto her flesh. ]

Am I still the worst...?

[voreaciously]

[A languid purr sounds from her throat and her fingers thread themselves in his hair. She loves marks, it's just a pity they do not last.]

Oh, the very.

[bad_crowmance]

You know.... On second thought, maybe you're right.

[voreaciously]

[She reaches with her free hand to flick his forehead.]

Because I know you will let it go to your head.

[There is no point in telling him not to do so.]

[bad_crowmance]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ He says it with such an aura of innocence. ]

[voreaciously]

You are quite fortunate you are minorly attractive.

[bad_crowmance]

Heh! You've already admitted how handsome you think I am, there's no walking back that one.

[voreaciously]

A lady is allowed to change her mind.

[But oh dear, there's a bit of a mess that she will need to clean up. In more than one way--his fingers are still inside her.]

Fingers.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He wiggles his fingers a little bit before pulling them out. They're a mess, obviously, but he looks pretty pleased with himself. ]

A lady can, that's true.

[ But his tone says "I don't believe you." ]

[voreaciously]

Heaven forfend what should happen to your ego.

[She sighs as he draws his fingers out of her lips trembling momentarily. Wetness runs down her thighs without the obstacle and she feels herself grow pink.

Despite her words she is guiding his fingers to her lips to run her tongue over them before drawing two of them into her mouth.]

[bad_crowmance]

I think my ego will manage.

[ His pupils dilate as he watches her slowly suck on his fingers, his already-neglected cock straining against his pants. ]

[voreaciously]

[She would say something in reply, it's quite nice banter, but her mouth is busy doing things that she believes he would like better.

Perhaps a sardonic hum in answer will do, her eyebrows raising as though to say "yeah, she knows". She draws the digits deeper into her mouth, sucking all the while, before drawing back, her teeth showing and edging lightly against his skin. She lightly licks the tips of his fingers before kissing them just as softly.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a breathy chuckle before making a small, compromised sound in the back of his throat. Fuck, that's really hot. Crow has a tendency of jumping right into things and that's fun, but the slow pace 80H works at is incredible in its own way, too. Both are good, and he's perfectly willing to let her continue at that pace even as certain parts of his anatomy continue to make their presence known to him. ]

[voreaciously]

[She repeats the action with his last finger, but instead of simply kissing it, she twirls her tongue around it and sucks, letting go with a salaciously playful pop and licking her lips.]

[bad_crowmance]

Tease.

[ He murmurs the word breathlessly, as though he's not entranced by the sight, as though every part of his isn't on edge and wanting. ]

[voreaciously]

[She is still working him before she draws her mouth away.]

I am a very good girl.

[bad_crowmance]

Are you now...?

[ He's looking at her through half-lidded eyes. ]

I wouldn't mind seeing just how good you can be.

[voreaciously]

Have I ever done a single thing wrong?

[She traces his jawline with a slow finger, her lips trailing after the line she's drawn.]

[bad_crowmance]

Hmmm...

[ He hums lightly, tilting his head slightly to allow her better access. ]

Lemme think on that one for a moment...

[voreaciously]

[She can still feel herself drip a little and she shudders at the thought. She has likely made a mess on the floor, which is easily dealt with, but what isn't is how skilled Crow is. Really, it's a little unfair.

She continues to trail light kisses and now downward since he is inviting her to do it. (Sigh. She will never make it to her room at this rate) She licks a light stripe along the column of his neck before nipping his chin.]

Let me help you along, then. Come with me.

[She will clean up the mess with her magic and lead him to her room, finally.]

[bad_crowmance]

Oh right, your room.

[ He says that as though he'd forgotten (he hadn't), his lips quirking into a grin as he reluctantly shifts so he can follow her to the room in question. ]

[voreaciously]

Yes, that place where we should have been from the start.

[But it is absolutely Crow's fault!!! At any rate, her room is standard Jasmine fare, which is to say, absolutely baller thanks. Also very tidy.]