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Post by Charles Atworth on Nov 22, 2014 16:19:46 GMT -6
Ah, the tavern, a place where you can drink your cares away and find someone for the night. I was sitting at the bar, sipping on my ale and searching for a target. The room was fairly empty tonight, or perhaps the town was just under populated. I didn’t know, I’d only been here for a few days now and haven't really met anyone besides the innkeeper. Still, I was scouting around, seeing if there was anyone that looked worthy of spending the night with me. Oh Hello, I thought to myself. There was a man near the back of the room, drinking the same ale as me. I haven't had a man in a while, this should be fun. I ordered two more drinks and walked over to the man. I put the drinks down on the table just loud enough so he would notice, took out my notepad, and wrote, “mind if I sit?”
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Nov 22, 2014 21:43:43 GMT -6
Fine women all around, a tankard of strong ale in his hand, and a final task just done before he thought he was going to be caught and castrated, Ibilin sat on the stool in the Hammer Tavern, smiling dumbly to himself. The tavern wasn't quite as bustling as it normally was, probably because of the solemn feelings towards the girl Ibilin knew only as 'The Ass 'n the Hips'. She'd been killed by the maniac he worked for, also known as the Raven, and he was completely free from any judgement. Free to drink. Free to flirt. Free to--
Talk to the blonde man in the red who just stood beside him, a dumb but sultry look on his face and a sign in his hands? Well, this night certainly was getting interesting.
The warrior kicked the chair back with his boot and smirked. "Go on, then, Chipper! Pull yourself up, right?"
He eyed the man, curious as to what he wanted. Sure, he didn't look like the type of man who would be hunting him. Usually the people hunting him were #1-#54, and had the reason of him apparently treating them like rubbish despite the way he held them, stroked them, rode them...
"Sorry," he chirped, crossing his right leg over the left, "I just want to know if I can do something for ya, Chipper?"
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Post by Charles Atworth on Nov 23, 2014 11:11:46 GMT -6
I wrote on my notepad, careful about my wording. This seemed like the kind of man that came on to people, not who was come on to. Regardless, I decided to ask him directly, so if I was rejected I would have plenty of time to either find someone else or thoroughly drug him. My notepad stated, "I was wondering if you were looking to spend the night with a handsome stranger."
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Nov 23, 2014 21:23:03 GMT -6
Ibilin winked, sipping from his tankard some more ale as he watched this man's smile. Absolutely, he'd like comfort from a strange. After all, most girls in this tavern were complete strangers. Stranger who were candy to the eyes, no doubt.
"Alright, mate! Point me to who it is you're thinking of an' I'll tell ya yay or nay, savvy?" he chuckled, wiping his Michael Cera moustache with his white sleeve. "That's always a fun game."
The warrior spun on his armoured arse and began searching the room for some fine stranger ladies; some walked around in their tavern clothes, and he washed their washcloths hanging from their belts, swaying back and forth in front of their beautiful rumps. There were the regular jiggly women who Ibilin had once thought best to stay away from; after all, most of those jigglies were barbarians who would crush him. Turns out, he liked the crushing sometimes.
"How about her, mate," he asked, pointing to one with caramal skin and hips that surely didn't lie. "Schonheit," he muttered, about the only amount of German he knew.
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Post by Charles Atworth on Nov 23, 2014 21:40:40 GMT -6
Well that answered my my question I suppose. I didn't want to give this one up though. So I took his hand he was pointing with, and made it point at me. Then I made my face ask the question, being mute made me have to learn how to express thoughts through my expressions, and I've gotten quite good at it.
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Nov 24, 2014 16:49:24 GMT -6
He felt a hand grab his own before it was pulled towards him; at that moment, he let out a slight yelp before seeing where the finger was pointed: the guy with the sign and the sultry look on his face.
It took him a moment to realise what the man was trying to say, mainly due to the face that jigglies were still on his mind, but when he did, his expression was a mixture of absolutely dumbfounded and a bit intrigued.
"Ah," he sighed, finally getting it, "so you're the stranger, savvy?"
When he said he wanted a night with a stranger, he wasn't quite thinking--nor would he be interested in--spending his night with a snake; that would surely be a pain in the arse. Still, he was interested in how this kind of...thing worked, and so he brought up his other finger and began poking the one the man held.
"I was once told that man can lie with another man. Still don't quite get how that works," he murmured. "Sorry, mate, can't help your appetite there." Then, with a quiet and sultry voice of his own, he added: "But I will admit for a moment I did feel pretty turned on. You've got some good moves, mate. Name's Ibilin Dumont Baltonien, and you?"
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Post by Charles Atworth on Nov 24, 2014 19:08:50 GMT -6
Damn, he doesn't go with men. And now he knows to much, so if I drug him he'll know who did it. Oh well, maybe I can have him as an ally. He seemed like the kind of man I could get. I giggled silently, he had no idea how men loved each other. I took out my pad again. "My name is sir Charles Atworth of Richmond, but you can call me Charles." I flipped the page after he read it, "and to answer your question about how men spend the night together, well" I put the pad down, made a circling motion with my finger, then swiftly pointed it up. Ibilin look confused, then horrified. I laughed to myself again. I took my pad again. "Well seeing as you won't spend the night just with me, perhaps we can spend the night with a few women, one or two for each of us?"
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Nov 27, 2014 18:43:35 GMT -6
Gosh, what Charles had just described looked both painful and like something he'd consider doing to the girls that they were sure to pick up. After all, this man was offering to be both a wingman and a companion, and although Lukis was quite a fun chap to drink with, he was more than dumb with the women; somehow, they always seemed more attracted to Lukis' old soldier tales and sweet old man act than Ibilin's clever one-liners and his mastery of completely appropriate and sensual touching.
Rubbing his knuckle gently where a barbarian woman once nearly took his hand off-obviously a lesbian, due to the fact that she wanted nothing to do with him-he smiled and stretched his hand out to shake with Charles'. "I'm liking that idea, Chipper! Maybe a few lookers, rent us a room, what do you say? I'll have you know, actually, that I'm quite the charmer." With this, he added his signature wink. To him, an absolute beauty. To others, clearly belonging to someone who just left and asylum.
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Post by Charles Atworth on Nov 27, 2014 19:37:11 GMT -6
I took Ibilin's hand and shook it firmly. Man,that wink. The sign of a con man with years of experience. I could already tell I would make some great stories with this man.
Taking out my notepad, I started to right again. "So what I'm thinking is, since I already have a room here, we could perform our escapades in there. There's a fireplace and a bearskin rug, as well as an extra bed. Let's each pick out a lady or two, and it can be whoever you want." I pulled a jar of white powder from my pocket, for long enough that he could notice it, but not long enough so that anyone else could. "Though the sex is generally better and the cleanup easier if it's sensual, I can make anyone fall for you, but only for the night." I flipped the page. Ibilin seemed to understand what I was saying, and he seemed to like the idea. "Now," I continued to write, "I'm not sure exactly what you're into, but I'm personally into pretty much anything and anyone, and there are a lot of lovely ladies here, so what I like to do is flip a coin," I pulled out a coin from a small change bag I had, "tits," I showed the heads side, "or ass." I showed the tails side. "You want to test your luck, give it a go." I handed him the coin, then took another one out and flipped it. "Looks like I'm looking for tities."
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Nov 28, 2014 16:15:35 GMT -6
With a cheeky nod, Ibilin snatched the coin from Charles' hands and began looking around at the potential ladies. He would be sure to take into both ass and titties while on his search, but being the type of man he was, he was more willing to get a basic idea of some girls before going random; that way, he'd already have a few choices. Plus, if he needed to pull a cheap move and change the direction of the coin's landing in favour of better-looking women, he'd be able to.
First was ass, and he noticed a few pretty ones with asses that he'd play like bongo drums. A kintu, probably a lynx judging by the ears, who stood at a table, leaning over for him to get a perfect glance at the washcloth that hung off her belt; if only her skirt were a little shorter...
There were other women, each with varying ass sizes, but he felt that staring at them too long would make Charles impatient and give him less time for checking titties out. The warrior smirked as he resumed his search, this time with new criteria and about four women to match.
Finally, after working up an appetite, he flipped the coin, knowing very well that he was going to go for ass. The small chip went flying upwards, and he stuck his hand out to grab it, smiling when it revealed the side that would allow him his preferred asset.
"Looks like I got meself some ass to hunt for," he told Charles, standing from his stool with his drink. "Allons-y?"
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Post by Charles Atworth on Dec 1, 2014 19:13:26 GMT -6
I awoke the next morning, last night was a tad fuzzy, so I took stock of my surroundings. I was in bed with a rabbit kintu, my hand on her breast. Oh that's right, the previous night returned to my memory at once. I had tried to seduce a man named Ibilin but ended up becoming his wing man. We each chose a target and seduced them. I was able to seduce my lovely lady quite quickly and Ibilin seduced his in half that time. That man had a lot of charm, even just thinking about it I found myself licking my lips. That was a wonderful night, full of ale and love. Lara, the girl I was in bed with right now, was a very good lover. In fact, she knew positions that I didn't, which hasn't happened often. I fondled her breast and kissed her on the neck, last night she was very soft, but now things were a bit... sticky, which was to be expected. She woke with this action, and mumbled a little, kissed me back. We started really kissing, then we ended up going at it again like last night. It was a wonder that the other couple could remain asleep through it.
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Dec 4, 2014 19:16:29 GMT -6
The Frenchie awoke to the sound of a creaking bed and both moaning from a woman and a man. His head felt like it had been grabbed, shaken, and then dropped five times against a flail.
"How does Lukis manage...?" he grumbled as he sat up; in that moment, he felt a dull pain, and he let out a small yelp before lying back down.
He looked to his right, where, sharing his sack, was the beautiful lynx kinto from the night before, whose skirt was just a tad too long when he'd met her. Her paw was wrapped aroun d his elbow, but she remained asleep completely. Only, something was off about her face. Either he hadn't noticed it last night when he was absolutely shit-faced, or he hadn't cared enough about the slight blemish...
"Oh no..." he muttered under his breath as he took a closer look at the lynx's well-groomed beard. "Oh no, oh no, oh my--bloody hell!" He'd tried to sit up again, but the pain came back, forcing him back down. Goodness, what a pain in the ass it was to try and stand a third time.
Finally, after having given up and realising that number fifty-five wasn't quite the fifty-five he'd been wanting and searching for, he lied back down. The lynx woke up, still clutching his arm and smiling. "Good to find another man who likes going in that way," the lynx said to Ibilin, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
The warrior's face went red with humiliation and he began to slide away, muttering to both himself and his one-night stand partner: "Sorry, just got a tad drunk, didn't mean to sleep with you, very sorry, let's not talk about this ever again, okay, bye."
He slipped his remaining clothes on and called out to Charles: "Next time, mate, I take titties." Then, he slammed the door, waddling away and heaving out cusses with every step.
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Post by Charles Atworth on Dec 5, 2014 17:37:46 GMT -6
I didn’t quite catch what Ibilin had said, as I was rather preoccupied at the moment, but I got the just of it when the lynx stood with a rigid stick between his legs. I'll deal with that later, but for now… Lara seemed to be on the verge of climax, so I rolled on top to finish the job. So far it seemed sober sex was better than drunken sex as a general rule, good to know.
After Lara and I cleaned up and get dressed, we agreed to have another night in a week time. “But this time, no alcohol and no hangover,” she had said. When we parted ways I went to find the lynx, my words I would convey already written on my notepad. I found him at the bar, seemingly drinking away a sorrow. Had it been other circumstances I would have invited him to my room, but alas, I had other things to do. I walked up to him, poked him on the shoulder and showed him the first page I had written on, “Hello there, my name is Charles, I’m the other half of the couple that spent the night in the same room as you.” He gave me a bit of a frustrated look, “Yeah, and?” I couldn't really blame Ibilin for accidentally choosing this one; he looked and spoke very femininely. I flipped the page, “You’ll have to excuse my friend you slept with. You see, he’s a very horny drunk and not very open with his sexuality. He was raised in a household where men aren’t supposed to love one another, and he’s still trying to get his mind a way from that. He also claims he’s still unsure if he really likes men or not. What I’m trying to say is, since he’s not open with it, would it be all right if you kept last night to yourself?” The lynx laughed a bit, “Well, I suppose so. Just tell your friend that I’m ready when he is.” I nodded. I was about to leave but he started to speak again. “How come you write on that notepad instead of just talking?” I wrote on a new page, “Because I’m mute.” He laughed again, “You didn’t sound very mute this morning.” I wrote again, “That’s about as much sound I can make, and even that's extremely difficult, but it adds to the experience.”
I then went and found Ibilin, who was sitting in the back of the church, surrounded by wilting flowers. He saw me as I waked up to him, “What do you want?” He asked in a quiet, annoyed, angry manor. I showed him what I wrote to the lynx, letting him know it was addressed to the lynx if course, and then wrote to him, “I’ll keep last night between you, me and the lynx. Provided if I need a favour, you’ll lend a hand.”
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