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Ce'Leste D'Riel
Va'Lan D'Riel
An'Lin D'Riel
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Lets face it, when you live as long as an elf does you tend to... meet people. Well... ok, so Ro has
a passion for women. But as lovely as they are both inside and out, who can blame him? Here are a few of
the ones who have either made an impression on his heart or memory.
Ghetsuhm Riker Ravenwolfe Alcarin D'Riel
(Lisse Nwalme - Sweet Torment)
~From his first words she was no longer thinking, only feeling. How could she resist such words. She kissed his fingers as they brushed over her lips. "There is darkness in me, too, my love. And there is such strength in you, I can feel it."
Her head was absolutely spinning. She could not think. She only wanted.
"I don't want you to leave. I just want you." She drew a deep shuddering breath and raised her face to be kissed. "And anyway," she muttered, "This is your bedroom."~
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Summerlin Alcarin
(Coireanya Oloore - My Living Dream)
~She'd eased Y'roden down the hallway once he'd caught up to her and noted with pleased delight that they were actually neighbors before she unlocked the door to her own place and gently helped him in. Not once had she loosened her grip on his groin, gently teasing him along until she got them both inside. The door shut mostly and Summerlin shuddered, working swiftly to divest Y'roden of the rest of his clothes. Her hands shook as she touched the muscles that defined his body. A shaky laugh escaped her.
"I'm sorry. I don't do this normally. Really. I usually garden, make tea and dispense good cheer." She kissed him, her hands slipping to his back and down to cup his buttocks. "You don't mind, do you?"
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Chelaylla - Lady of Winter
~Chel laughed. She couldn’t help it or herself. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his emerald eyes that drew her. Perhaps it was the darkness within him she sensed. It didn’t matter, she knew she would ‘enjoy’ dancing with this one.
“Mon Cher, there is dancing….” She grinned as she leaned in and placed and kiss upon his chest. “Then there is dancing….” Her hands rand back up his chest in time with the music. Her eyes glowed with an invitation all of their own.
She too had forgotten that there was anyone else in the room.
Y'roden was a clever boy, he got her meaning right off the bat. He paused for maybe a second before he grabbed her by the waist and dropped under the table, an audible ooooooof coming out of the elf as he hit the floor.
It was the tea... honest.
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Greka Sven
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Meanwhile....Y'roden was using the table for a more entertaining enterprise.
Namely: Kiss the Cook.
The senior staff had discreetly left the Captain to his delights and Greka was doing her utmost to serve them just the way the Captain liked them. She had come across a few interesting reactions and now deftly exploited his weaknesses enjoying herself as much along the way.
"oooooooh Captain........" *giggles* ~
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Saliyah Mornay
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"Well, long and very focused or...fun. You should know this, you've got more miles than my cousin Nadia." Nadia was a professional "bed tester" in the capitol city...and she had maaaaany miles on her. The lease's terms had been violated by age one hundred.
Sal chuckled and locked her legs (still pantsed, mind you) around Ro's waist. "Ever wonder how it came to pass that we've never really done this before and we've been around eachother all those times? Must be a flaw in the programming...one of us had to go absolutely insane from boredom for it to happen."
But Sal wasn't arguing. Just for kicks she whapped him with the braid and took a nip at his nose while she was at it. Now, if he'd been human, that would have hurt... ~
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Rhiannon Ktral-Black
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Rhiannon started to laugh as the bed tossed them into the wall, but the feel of her companions fingers brushing against her fur as he discovered various parts of her anatomy turned would be laughter into deep sensual purrs. Doing a little exploring of her own the tiger elf did away with the rest of Y'roden's clothing with great efficiency given their current circumstances. Thank The Weaver for infravision, she mused with a chuckle moving in on the elf's neck as her hands trailed ever downward.
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Adelaide
(Calisil - Moonshine)
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"So do ye." Said the fiddler, she tried squinting. "An' like 'is it looks like yer eye is a grea' green emerald." Now if anyone happened to pass by in the corridor this might have looked rather weird, they were lying on the floor next to a water cooler and pressing their noses together.
Adelaide soon fixed that problem though, she could help it. She introduced Y'roden with that nice jewel she had pierced through her tongue with the little smooth round gemstone and of course all the other things that came along with a kiss from someone whose whole life is based on music, passion and freedom.
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Silverthorn Badb Catha
(Minx!)
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"Good," Y'roden said gently, "I was hoping you would." His eyes were a bit dazed, and his fingers slid over the line of her neck to cup the nape of her neck. Leaning in he kissed her softly before he even realized what he was doing. Drawing back he closed his eyes, "I'm sorry... that was rather... forward of me."
A slightly stunned expression filled Silverthorn's green eyes as he kissed her. She couldn't have put a proper thought together if her life had depended on it. His comment surprised a laugh out of her, a grin crossing her face. "You were born forward" she said drily.
Y'roden laughed and opened his eyes, grinning sheepishly when he caught the amused look int he depths of Silverthorn's eyes. "Well you haven't killed me yet," he chuckled, "I guess I should count myself lucky." His eyes glittered with mischief, "Can I do that again?"
And you always like to push your luck too" she said with a wry smile. Then the smile became mischievous, "however, maybe, if you ask nicely."
Y'roden grinned, amusement sparkling in his eyes, along with something more. "How is a fellow to get anywhere if he doesn't push his luck once in awhile?" He leaned in close, his mouth a bare inch from hers, "Please, may I kiss you again?"
Yes she replied softly as one hand moved over his shoulder, her fingers sliding into his hair.
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