[18:57] Malachi Stormcrow turned to go, in his current state, unable to add any additional comments to the group, his mind in a haze. He helps Eve back to their wagon.
[19:02] Evela Lannock followed Him, and once inside she let the heavy curtian fall and pressed close reaching to un her fingers through his locks. she smiles at him, "I like your face. I like seeing your face." she murmurs
[19:04] Malachi Stormcrow smiles his half-grin and kisses her nose. "I am glad it is pleasing to you." He scratches the shaved chin, the feel odd to him. "Have you been warm enough at night? I have have at least one more skin drying for us."
[19:06] Nisaa Breen follows it "what are we doing here? Stand in line to be furred?"
[19:06] tamia Darkstone would scamper up the wagon ramp with trouble behind. "shush, trouble, you'll see" Softly she would call out, "Master? Mistress? trouble has come to confess something, may we come in?"
[19:07] Evela Lannock chuckles and strokes her hand across the fur, "it's lovely. I've been very warm." she pulls slightly away from him and looks to the door and calls, "yes, come." that slightly dangerous tone in her voice sudenly.
[19:07] Nisaa Breen grabs for It's skirt "Confess, I didnt do nothing, what are you confessing?" her cheeks were flaming red at the thought
[19:07] Malachi Stormcrow peers behind Eve as they embrace, listening to It's voice and grunting. "Alright then. What's this all about?"
[19:09] tamia Darkstone chuckled softly, not really aware that they could be interrupting but she didn't mind if they could watch. "thank you Mistress, thank you Master" she would say before she glanced back to trouble with a small smirk. She had no clue what to confess but from the red of trouble's cheeks perhaps she did have something after all to say. She moved inside the tent, making sure trouble followed.
[19:09] tamia Darkstone: wagon*
[19:10] Nisaa Breen moved inside and had a look around, she had never been in here before and moving close to the stove she warmed her hands "Why are we here It?" she would hiss at her before greeting "Greetings Master, Greetings Mistress, is there anything It can bring you?"
[19:12] Evela Lannock narrowed her eyes at trouble and pointed to the ground, then looked to It. "speak." she commanded.
[19:12] Nisaa Breen looked down on the ground and reached down and brushed some snow off her boots before looking up "Is that better mistress?"
[19:13] Malachi Stormcrow looked between the two girls and spoke low and commanding. "I would do as she says, slut, unless you want your name to carry a whole new level of meaning." He knew that under her condition of hormonal chaos, she would be more than able to get to the bottom of this situation.
[19:14] tamia Darkstone blinked, never seeing the Mistress like this and her gaze went back and forth between the Master and Mistress. "did we interrupt ....." Words trailed off as she swallowed the nervous bubble in her throat before she would point to trouble, "trouble...was curious about...." She bit her lower lip and then made up something, total lie but maybe not because she could just be that curious, "she was...curious about the way the free do the fur time if it was different with a slave and well....we were going to peek but we thought it better to ask" She grinned.
[19:17] Nisaa Breen reached out and pinched tamia's ample bottom hard "That is a LIE" she bellowed, ehr cheeks flaming red not only from the heat of the wagon but now the lies It told "Master, Mistress... I ... she ... I..." trouble was flustered for the first time, she had seen plenty of bosk rutting and she was sure free women were similar, no offense intended, but if they liked sex they would be a slave was her thought
[19:19] Evela Lannock arched an eyebrow at It's words and ten swung her gaze to trouble as if to seek confirmation, and then at troubles outburst she gave a little cough and raised a hand to hide her smile, "well . . . girls . . . why don't you tell me how slaves do it. and I'll let you know if it's the same." she says imperiously and flicks and amused glance at Mal.
[19:20] Farida Lionheart heard a voice that told her just where the one's she was seeking was at. And, gods she hoped to cut that conversation short while she's in range of it anyway. Steps cattying her towards the wagon, calling out, "Mal..Eve?..." Blasted...no she did not want to know!
[19:20] tamia Darkstone would squeal from the pinch and then blush as she stammered, "ermm not like that, we moan more than squeal" but then again some did squeal depending on how big the .....trouser ost was. She would give trouble a look urging her to answer better.
[19:20] Nisaa Breen tried to shrink into a corner, she was furious at it, her mind was racing trying to think of ways that she would make her pay for blaming her "Mistress, is there anything I could bring you, warm bosk milk perhaps?" she was almost tongue tied to the point where she could nto speak
[19:21] Malachi Stormcrow chuckled openly, interested in Eve's amused state. Still feeling a bit ill, he was very much interested in a slave's perspective on these things. It would keep his attention from the headache that had been forming. At Trouble's fifth or sixth attempt to get them something--he was losing track--he finally burst out laughing.
[19:25] Evela Lannock nods solemnly, and leans to call to farida, "Yes, come up." shesteps back to look at the girls, "Moaning huh? I may need a demonstarion of that. go ahead." she says, with a perfectly straight face.
[19:26] Nisaa Breen shakes her head, her lips tightly sealed, she was not going to speak on such a subject in front of the Mistress, well now mistresses "no, I.. I do not fur, I am white silk" she lied quickly
[19:26] Farida Lionheart groaned lowly as she heard the conversation continuing. But up the ramp she went and pushed aside the curtain to peek inside..."Are you sure..its Safe for me to be here?..." Her cheeks flushed a touch at the very conversation going on.
[19:26] tamia Darkstone would shake her head and then points to trouble, "she's the loud one i was told, she can moan for you Mistress....i...." she went pale. "oh Mistress she lies, everyone knows she has been open, the whole camp heard her one time!!" She smiled over to farida, "tal, Mistress...do you moan, maybe in song?"
[19:30] Evela Lannock raises an eyebrow at troubles words, "Are you now? I'll be sure to suggest to your Masterthat my companion would be able to open you." she said. don't you love pregnancy hormones? "And I did not ask you to fur, mearly to demonstrate said moaning. I turst you can do that with your virginity in tact? yes?" she nods to farida, "Yes safe, it is my wagone too and you are welcome, though it is a mite crowded. the girls were about to teach me something in he arts of . . . . pleasing my companion." she says dryly, and the she snaps her fingers infront of It. "that is talking. not moaning." she looks to mal, do the slaves always talk so much when they fur?"
[19:32] Nisaa Breen looks back at Mal, her eyes screaming at him to remain silent and begins to open her lips and wail like a bosk in heat, an overly exaggerated sound to ridiculous to even be true before stopping "Mistress, if you sound like that , then the Master will know he is pleasing you" she nods sheepishly
[19:32] Malachi Stormcrow narrows his eyes at the blatent lie, and caught Trouble by the hair. "You ... will do as the mistress tells you. And the better you do, the less stripes will cross your ass later." His eyes were tossing waves again. He turns to Eve and chuckles, his anger bent only on Trouble for now. "This one IS a bit chatty, isn't she ..."
[19:33] Farida Lionheart choked on her breath at That question from It. Going rather red beneath that ruddy skintone of hers as she saught words, inhaling and taking a moment to register what Eve was saying. Even so she shot It a look, "I have not yet found need or reason to do so. But I am sure were I to...I'd outdo any of you with ease." She did have one hell of a set of lungs, and then she saught to stop blushing to say the least. Falling silent for the moment, unlike apparently all the others now within this small wagon, she was the only one who Was untouched!
[19:35] tamia Darkstone would move back, glad the attention was on trouble but with the snapping fingers in front of her well it tried to moan. "i...i heard trouble once...."she would nod really unsure if it was trouble or not but one lie said led to two or three more readily tossed out. She would give farida a smile, "yes, Mistress you have the lungs for it" before she would take the horn from her belt and place the end on her lips. She blew, and the sounds were..."mooooo Oh oh oh MOOOOOOOOhhhh Ugh UGH UGH MOOOO OH MOOOOO OH OH OH" it might have been the bosks to be honest, but well, it could have been a slave. Blushing a bit she lowered the horn and whispered, "it might have been another slave though...."
[19:37] Nisaa Breen yelps as her hair is grabbed, she was about to wail mre but then it started to bellow and chuff a noise from deep in her lungs, she could feel the laughter start to bubble up despite the pain of his grip on her hair "Mistress, please, is there anythign I can fetch for you?" she looks to the Mistress "Some warmed bosk milk perhaps? It would be good for the baby" she nods slowly despite the grip on her hair
[19:38] Evela Lannock nodded thoughtfully at the sound from the slave and struggled to keep her face smooth, "that's the noise I need to make? that is the sound you make when you please a man?" she asks. and then she takes in the other sound and when all the noise finally dies sh looksto mal, her expression smooth, "I don't believe I've ever made thanoise, have I?" she asked and then said "in fact , as I recall, the one time you furred me to plant your seed in my womb it was a silent and swift affair was it not? I hardy recall. I might have fallen asleep."
[19:41] Malachi Stormcrow let his jaw drop, unable to contain the laughter that spilled out from Tamia's immitation of ... what? A bosk? He turned to Eve, a glint of humor still in his teary eyes. "Hmm, yes. Silent as a temple leem, if I recall. But you did your duty for the cause, and for that I am grateful, my dear." He leans in to kiss her chastely on the nose, a sidelong glance at Trouble to see how she was taking this and also to say "No ... bosk milk. Ask again and I'll boil you in the stuff!"
[19:42] Farida Lionheart raised a hand to cover her eyes as she closed them. The blush growing stronger though she was trying her hardest to fight it. A small sound escaping as she ended up with that flash of site from the other day again. Why..Why. Faint curses passed her lips though barely able to be heard thankfully, she'd learned a few choice ones from the chief yesterday to say the least. She knew the general basics, but had until her stay here, avoided thoughts of that sort of thing for the most part. Unable to get herself to speak yet of what she wished to ask them of. No, just to busy trying to shed herself of thoughts that she didn't want right now.
[19:45] tamia Darkstone Silence. The free did it silently, and now at this very moment, it mimicked that silence in return. She glanced to trouble again with wide eyes, wondering how they could do it so quietly and very softly she murmured, "why do you do it silently? does it affect the sperm in making babies, distract them from their path or scare them away from the egg?" It wanted to know for she never expected to find this revelation out.
[19:45] Nisaa Breen was not sure what this was, more like an inquisition of her abilities, and the only thing she knew was that tamia was going to pay, she was not sure how but she would and soon. She was about to open up and speak when she pretended she heard something, her head tilting side ways "Oh, I have to be going" she mutters quickly and before anyone could stop her she dashed past farida and headed down the ramp of the wagon to freedom of the conversation
[19:47] Malachi Stormcrow removed his bow and, in similar godmodding fashion, wacked Nisaa's ass all the way down the ramp and through the snow. He hadn't the heart to chastise her further now, his head too filled with mirth. "And don't come back until you learn how to moan properly!"
[19:49] Evela Lannock had to fight with everything she had not t burst into peals of laughter but she managed somehow, and she nods solemnly, "Silent, and only the once." she saysand manages not to laughfor a whole ten seconds before it trickles from her, "It . .. . . do you fur like a person, or a bosk?" she asks sincerely. this tie withut malice.
[19:51] Malachi Stormcrow turns to Farida, though he wanted very much to continue this joke. "Farida, the great slapper. What is it you wanted to say to me?"
[19:53] Farida Lionheart inhaled and tried to answer that, to only squeak at first. A cough given as she saught to control she rather heavy shyness holding claim to her at the moment. Lowering her hand from her face now, the blush..fading at least. "I wanted to speak with you of Boot." Licking her lips a moment, gods they were a bit more open around her than her own clan had been. Then again most of them had been family and avoided any talk of..anything around her.
[19:53] tamia Darkstone watched trouble dash off and she so wanted to chase after her. She knew she shouldn't have had that special cake trouble gave her, it messed with her mind really. The entrance was blocked by Master Mal and it just felt the heat of her cheeks flame. If only it could burn her to ash to save her embarassment, "n-no no no Mistress" she answered wide eyed, "i fur people...men...." she stammered out totally embarrassed and moved her way to the back entrance of the wagon, "that wasn't me moaning, that was....." she just shut up, clearly knowing no matter what she said it would be taken completely the wrong way. "i i best find nisaa before she ....." It would be close to the back door now and before she slipped out would shout out, "before she furs a bosk with the mating call i blew on the horn!!" Just like that she slipped out, wanting to totally hide.
[19:56] Malachi Stormcrow raised a brow. "Oh? Go on then. Has she done something wrong?" He laughed at It and was not about to let her go free without at least the same whipping he gave Trouble. With a thwack thwack here, and a thwack thwack there, he tanned her hide for the shenanigans, humorous as it was to him. Then he turned back, a bit breathless, to Farida. "Yes ... continue ..."
[19:58] Evela Lannock pressed her hand toher mouth to keep her laugherter somewhat contained and when she stopped shaking with mirth she grinned at Mal for playing along and moved to add another log to the fire.
No comments:
Post a Comment