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]

[Time to never let that happen! But the finger, innocently placed, rises to brush across her bottom lip. Slowly. She may have forgotten, but he insists he remembers, so he will remember the plush softness of them, warm and sweet and full all on their own, and yet they are only a prelude to much, much more.

She leans into him, further than she needs to really, the generous swell of her chest meetingthe strong planes of his own, to press the lightest of kisses to his chin.

She can feel him pressing into her in turn and itis incredibly erotic. She is not satiated by any means, but she can endure a while longer for more. How long has he been straining now? How much longer can he stand it? He is always so eager and ready to jump into matters and take charge and she wonders if he's realised what that means.

Well. If he has not, she is not about to tell him. Especially if it means missing out on this. She wants to feel him, taste him--

break him.]

This part? If memory serves, I do recall doing that.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He can't quite help the groan that escapes from him when she presses into him so sweetly. He wants her so bad, but what he wants more than anything right now is for her to be on her knees before him. The fantasy is seared into his brain, augmented by the memory of the fullness of her lips, the heat of her mouth-- ]

I was thinking lower.

[voreaciously]

[His neck, then. This surely must be the place. There is quite a bit to do here and she sucks his sick harshly between her teeth with every intent of leaving another mark.

She draws back just enough to be heard, but it not far away at all, her lips brushing against his skin when he speaks.]

Here...?

[bad_crowmance]

Tease....

[ The word falls from his lips, an echo of a few minutes prior but this one more of a moan. He rocks subtly into her, the bulge in his pants more than obvious. ]

Try it on your knees.

[voreaciously]

I would never.

[She does not immediately go to her knees.]

Sit on the bed, won't you?

[bad_crowmance]

Never, hmm...?

[ But he does sit down on the edge of the bed, his legs slightly spread. "Challenge accepted" he thinks to himself, but for now he's watching to see what she does with hooded eyes. ]

[voreaciously]

No, of course not. That would be impolite.

[She slips out of her dress, neatly setting it aside. It is good to be tidy and, of course, if he is waiting a little more, well that would be dreadful wouldn't it? She would hate for that to happen.

But she is left in her stockings, gloves, heels, and, of course, the leotard that does absolutely nothing to hide her ass. Idly she considers keeping her gloves on, but she likes to do that for deeper tease play. It's an attractive thought, but she worries, as always, that it would not be well-received.

A pity, but she glances at Crow, hazy-eyed and unaware of what lies in store, and she thinks she will find the fortitude to go on.

One at a time, she pulls her gloves off with her teeth and sets them aside as well before she closes the distance, her heels clicking softly on the floor, hips gently swaying with absentminded grace until she is close enough to reach out, to touch.

So she does, her fingers tracing the outline of his mouth, the line of his chin.]

Such a naughty man, wanting to see me on my knees.

[But she settles on them all the same, settling between his. theview of her chest is exquisite.]

But I am feeling generous today.

[She tries not to think about what may happen if she wasn't; Crow is shameless, but he is also stubborn and competitive, and she wonders if he would beg--

Focus.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ The universe will experience heat death before you can make Crow Armbrust beg.

He watches the way she pulls off her gloves, the material caught neatly between her teeth as she gently tugs, the material slowly climbing up her skin until it's finally removed, set aside. Damn, that's hot. That and the slow, sensual roll of her hips as she walks towards him. For a woman who doesn't think she's hot, she sure knows how to weaponize her appeal. ]

You may be a good girl but I never said I'm anything but naughty.

[ He lets out a husky breath of amusement as his eyes follow her cleavage, her glorious breasts on display for him. That view alone would be enough to make him almost painfully hard if he weren't already there. He really does enjoy the sight of her on her knees in front of him.

He lifts his hands to run them through her hair, not really moving her head but the suggestion of the possibility is there. ]