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[ Th'ancred had heard of the Make it Rain event, and had decided... well, he'd look cute in some of those clothes. And the bar there was good - and his daugher had gone, as well.

Perhaps he wanted to simply relax. The Scions were at rest - as far as they could be. They were preparing to see what the Source would bring - since it seemed to be a calm similar to periods of large activity.

But, for now, Th'ancred sat at the edge of the airship there, legs danging over. He could have teleported - he'd never been cursed by Flow - but he still wanted to feel the air against him. Sometimes he wondered if death was even a concept here. No, they'd be there soon, and he could gamble his heart away. (Maybe see if Alisaie would come home. She'd been set up there for days.) ]

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Aww, thanks. [ Ooh, she likes that spot, little groans coming from deep within her. ] Sure, lots of people say that... but not many of 'em mean it. [ She's curious, though, to see what he does next. Her tongue lingered on his flesh, ever-so-slightly pulsating. ]

That's a shame. Really, anyone with eyes… [He shakes his head- only briefly, closing his eyes to try and focus briefly. He hasn't quite felt anything the way her tongue is now, but it's good. And makes him think- he leans in, dragging his tongue across that spot, and moves his hands down, tracing absent patterns into the skin there.]

[ Now that's what she's talking about - even if her skin feels tougher, it's still sensitive as ever. (At least, in manners such as this.) At his tongue, however, the scales almost seemed to part - their defenses lowered, and soft flesh underneath.

Without warning, she uses one of her claws - suddenly moving one to grip the back of his head. ] There.

[Oh, now that's a good sign. He tests a little more, trying to go further- focused on that when she grips him.]

Ah- [He throws one hand out- grabbing to try and keep himself balanced, and grimaces.] Sorry. So- you want me here? [he leans further in, nuzzling a little before he opens his mouth to drag his tongue against the skin there, his own skin beginning to flush red.]

Yeah.

[ For a moment, her voice seems to be more... mental, then using her mouth. The claw on his head seems to push into him a little more, almost beginning to dig...

...but stopping just before her claws dig in. No, she won't go full dragon yet. Let him feel like he's in control. That he's not part of her horde, pleasing her. (Sometimes, Moenbryda had some weird thoughts.) ]

[It's interesting- a trusted voice, and he shudders a little, between that and her claw. It's fine- just a little more encouragement to do what he's good at, and he brings a hand up to trace over her as well, rubbing into her skin again while he licks. He's flushing more deeply now- a little part of him wondering what it would feel like if she had pushed further.]

[ Though she cannot read his thoughts, she can read his shudders - good. Good, he's not struggling, he's licking and making her feel warm and his pathetic little hands-- well, his nice hands.

Her claw began to press down more, wary at first - she could feel his skin beginning to part a little, if only slightly at first. Her marks were focused, though - as the claw began to scratch down his neck, there was a guttural growl from within her. ]

[they are very nice hands, tyvm.

That's- he wants to shudder again, but holds himself as still as possible, eyes fluttering as he continues lavishing attention on her, bringing his other hand up to tease as well. He's had other marks- this is fine, he can manage it- and it does feel good, his senses heightened to pay attention both ways. He groans as she goes further down, aching.] Ah- Moen- Moenbryda…

[ At the sound of her name - her name from her little servant - Moenbryda gave a soft little grunt of approval - her claw stopping as it got down his neck.

They couldn't stop teasing each other, could they? Having stopped licking him a moment ago, she decided to reach her tongue onto his face - licking down towards his mouth, lingering down the bridge of his nose. ]

Can't handle it?

[Gods. He tilts his head to make it easier, let her cover more of him, eyes closed for a few moments. It's- he didn't expect it to be quite like this, but he thinks he can handle it- he'll try, at the very least, and gives her a grin.]

No, I can take it.

[ Even if she was a dragon, the strongest of beings (or so she thought), Moenbryda didn't want to hurt him. But at his approval, she growls out her own approval. ]

Good.

[ As her tongue invades his mouth, Moenbryda can't help it - she slams him onto the bed, gripping to him with her back legs. Damn pants... ]

[Even just that one word hooks into him- or maybe it's the growl. Probably a mix of both. He presses forward to try to meet her, letting out a surprised sound. But he reaches up to hold onto her, trying to lean up to kiss again, and get enough leverage to rub against her. He really should take those off, but- that'd mean taking his hands off her. Just- a moment, first.]

[ Oh, and she can deliver - Moenbryda rubbing against him roughly, her scales seeming to perk up like feathers again.

But then, she decided to speak in his head again, pinning him down with her claws - so that he might only struggle a little. ] Hold me closer. Serve me.

[ Moenbryda, though, can feel how hard she's gotten already. ]

[It feels good, and he lets his head fall back a little, sounds falling out of his mouth for every movement.

He gasps a little at being pinned- pulling to test her hold, and to feel it. He manages a cocky grin- like this he might be pushing it, but…] From this position? Might be a little tricky.

[Not that he's not going to try, of course- using his legs to push himself up, putting one leg around her so he can press against her as closely as he can. He groans a little, to feel that- but that's a good sign, right? Encouraging, too- to know they've each had that effect on each other.]

[ ...Yes, she approves, even as she tries to bury him more in her soft scales on her body. Oh, if only she could shift some of her, she would love some love in her breasts.

Oh well, she can get that from him or Urianger later, even if she gets an ache in that part of her body now, a longing.

But at his snark, Moenbryda gave him a little nip at him. Oh, that'll bleed a little. But he's nice and close enough... this is good enough, as she begins to rub back and forward on him, pressing him against her now-hard cock, as it began to dribble a little. ]

[He doesn't make any objection to that, pushing a little more so he can try and nuzzle into them. If he could pay attention to those, he would- though this is very good, too.

He gasps at the nip- ah, he deserved that, but it feels good, too. He moves, trying to meet her movements as best he can. She's- close, he thinks- he is, groaning at every instant of contact.]

[ Oh, she is far too close. Moenbryda feels a tingling down her body, a mix of aether and pleasure, and--

She lets out a long moan as she comes, right up the man she pinned. But as she did, her body seemed to shift... and she was back to being Roegadyn, fingers still digging into his flesh. ]

Ah-

[That's good- messy but it means they've had a good time. He groans in turn- thrusting up against her once more before letting go, if rather less impressively, pressing harder for a moment.

He blinks at her for a moment- trying to move one hand to put over hers- and offers a smile.] Is this where I say hello again?

[ Whoops, Moenbryda is grinning at Thancred now, letting out a little laugh, moving a hand towards his crotch. ] Guess it is. Still getting the hang of all this magic.

It's… mm. It is different, isn't it? I didn't think…

[he's more relaxed now, letting himself rest more against the bed now, but he still makes an approving sound.] Did you want to…?

[ a lil shrug. ] Hey, this is the safest place to practice. [ she says calmly, kissing him. ]

Well, you shouldn't leave a mess in there, now should you? [ she's looking so pleased with herself. ]

And the best, then. [he hums, shifting so that he can lean into it somewhat. it's nice.]

It… will get uncomfortable, sooner or later. [he shifts onto his elbows, eyes curious.]

[ And she moves to remove his pants, so very casually, not breaking eye contact. ]

Better then changing halfway though. Once, I was there with Urianger, and... well.

[He reaches out to try and help, a little.]

That- sounds inconvenient, at best.

It was worth a laugh.

[ But as soon as they're down - underwear and all - she moves to begin to lick at the head of his cock, without hesitation. ]

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