He gave a bitter laugh. “Who said dey be Alliance? No, it be an orc.” He reached over an attempted to jab her in the ribs with a finger. “Maybe, but dere be some very smart rocks.”
It took her a moment before she realized he must be talking about the scars. Glancing at his hip, she frowned. She wasn’t sure if it was sad or not that she wasn’t surprised. Prodding him back, she snorted. “Then maybe you’re the smartest rock of them all.”
“Aw, poor baby.” She gave him a mocking pout. “I’m sorry I compared you to a rock. You’re at least as smart as a block of wood. Do you feel better now?”
Fah’kiri’s ears twitched and she slowly stood, dripping water everywhere. “Not exactly something I want to be doing with you around, old man.” She groused, going over to him. He’d ruined her orgasm. What was a suitable punishment for that?
A devious smirk spread over her face. Well that wouldn’t make them evil, but she could make him uncomfortable.
“Besides. That isn’t anyway to greet a friend.” And with that she flopped her sopping wet body on top of him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could.
“Well, I would very happily be getting off if you hadn’t so rudely interrupted me.” Fah’kiri emphasized her points, even though it was pretty much a lost cause at this point. She didn’t move though, mostly she was grouchy and tired. Never a good combination.
“It not be mah fault dat ya didn’ lock da door.” he grunted. “Now I be all wet, and da bed be all wet. Ya makin’ me cold. I gonna get sick, and it gonna be your fault.”
He weakly tried to wave a pinned down hand, with little success. “Why so angry anyway. Ya could’ve jus’ been continuin’ wit’ ya bath.”
“Because I was just about to get off you fucker.” She growled, tossing the towel so it thwapped him in the head. “The least you could’ve done was knocked.”
With a huff, she flopped back down onto the bed, frowning slightly. “Ugh. Take a bath, you reek. You’re already wet, you might as well.”
He gave a bitter laugh. “Who said dey be Alliance? No, it be an orc.” He reached over an attempted to jab her in the ribs with a finger. “Maybe, but dere be some very smart rocks.”
It took her a moment before she realized he must be talking about the scars. Glancing at his hip, she frowned. She wasn’t sure if it was sad or not that she wasn’t surprised. Prodding him back, she snorted. “Then maybe you’re the smartest rock of them all.”
“Of course you were the one who dared a bunch of Alliance to shoot you. Of course you did.” Fah’kiri shook her head. “You don’t have the brains the loa gave a rock, do you?”
Fah’kiri’s ears twitched and she slowly stood, dripping water everywhere. “Not exactly something I want to be doing with you around, old man.” She groused, going over to him. He’d ruined her orgasm. What was a suitable punishment for that?
A devious smirk spread over her face. Well that wouldn’t make them evil, but she could make him uncomfortable.
“Besides. That isn’t anyway to greet a friend.” And with that she flopped her sopping wet body on top of him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could.
“Well, I would very happily be getting off if you hadn’t so rudely interrupted me.” Fah’kiri emphasized her points, even though it was pretty much a lost cause at this point. She didn’t move though, mostly she was grouchy and tired. Never a good combination.
“It not be mah fault dat ya didn’ lock da door.” he grunted. “Now I be all wet, and da bed be all wet. Ya makin’ me cold. I gonna get sick, and it gonna be your fault.”
He weakly tried to wave a pinned down hand, with little success. “Why so angry anyway. Ya could’ve jus’ been continuin’ wit’ ya bath.”
Taz'ji coughs out a "hot damn!" before grinning stupidly and raising his brow at Fah'kiri
Fah’kiri huffs out a laugh. “You really wanna know? Alright.” She looks him over thoughtfully. “Well looks wise you’re not bad. Little scrawny, but you look healthy. Smell’s another thing entirely, but maybe if you laid off the booze every once in awhile that might help. Tusk ya got left’s not huge but it isn’t exactly tiny either. An’ ya be pretty tall. Mm… 7 out of 10 yeah?”
Fah’kiri lifted her cup and swore soundly. She was still grumbling as she stood, sliding her kilt off. Down to her underclothes and her eyepatch. How was she losing?
A one, two 2′s, and 2 5′s. She frowned and looked over at him. “Mmm… Whadda you say about us getting this done faster, mm? We roll, don’t look at the dice, and guess. Has to be 3 and above, one number. Whoever’s closest wins.”
Fah’kiri lifted her cup, glancing over at Taz’ji’s dice and grinned, crowing. “Ha! My win! Gotta take somethin’ off Taaaaz~” She giggled, rocking back and forth a little.
At his mentioning people catching them, she perked her ears, looking around. “Well. So far I don’t hear anyone so i think we’re good. If anyone does come, you’ll have to hold onto my neck when I’m in bear form.”
Fah’kiri’s ears twitched and she slowly stood, dripping water everywhere. “Not exactly something I want to be doing with you around, old man.” She groused, going over to him. He’d ruined her orgasm. What was a suitable punishment for that?
A devious smirk spread over her face. Well that wouldn’t make them evil, but she could make him uncomfortable.
“Besides. That isn’t anyway to greet a friend.” And with that she flopped her sopping wet body on top of him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could.
“Well, I would very happily be getting off if you hadn’t so rudely interrupted me.” Fah’kiri emphasized her points, even though it was pretty much a lost cause at this point. She didn’t move though, mostly she was grouchy and tired. Never a good combination.
Fah’kiri’s ears twitched and she slowly stood, dripping water everywhere. “Not exactly something I want to be doing with you around, old man.” She groused, going over to him. He’d ruined her orgasm. What was a suitable punishment for that?
A devious smirk spread over her face. Well that wouldn’t make them evil, but she could make him uncomfortable.
“Besides. That isn’t anyway to greet a friend.” And with that she flopped her sopping wet body on top of him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could.
... Dear god it was 19. Welp. This is going under a cut.
19. Your muse walks in on mine masturbating.
It was past late when Fah’kiri checked into the inn. She was tired, her bones felt like they ached and she ordered a bath before she decided to go to bed. A very generous tip ensured minimal grumbling and hopefully no spit in the warm water.
Her armor felt like it was far heavier than she knew it was as she stripped out of it once the basin arrived. The steam coming from it looked so inviting. As she dipped her hand into it, she hissed softly. Hot, but that was fine. She’d get used to it quick enough.
Slowly, she submerged herself into the basin, breathing out slowly as she did. Of course it wasn’t big enough for all of her to be inside of it, so her legs hung out over the edges, same with her arms as she leaned back. She didn’t care. All she cared about was that it was warm and would stay that way for a good long while.
Minutes ticked by slowly as Kiri closed her eyes. The water eventually cooled to the point where she could move her limbs without the water feeling like it was burning. Everything was great. Or it would be if her mind would stop buzzing. It wasn’t even like there was anything in particular bothering her. She hadn’t even been around crowds enough for her brain to have soaked up anything.
Huffing quietly, she stared up at the ceiling. After this she needed to sleep. Raising a brow, she snorted. Well, a good orgasm always helped, right? Loa above, when was the last time she’d had one? Might as well fix it now.
Her eyes closed again, but she smiled as her hand strayed beneath the water. By the time the door opened, she was having a fairly good time, biting her lip with her toes starting to curl. But the interruption stopped her short, snapping her eyes open. Slowly, she lowered her head to turn her eyes, both of them, onto the intruder. A familiar face, but not one that she’d ever want helping her with her “problem”, nor one that would likely help her.
Golden eyes narrowed and Fah’kiri’s ears flattened back. “That door was locked.” She growled, displeased. It might not’ve been, she might have forgotten to lock it. Maybe. Hadn’t she paid for a single room?
With a little more grumbling, he managed to grunt out a ’t'anks.’
“All ya been doin’ today is stopping me from gettin’ in more trouble. Like a little babysitter or somethin’.” He propped himself up on his elbows, giving her a strange stare.
“Ya still gonna go back an’ be givin’ money to da innkeeper?”
“Some of it, maybe. Depends on if they decide to come after me with rifles and pitchforks.” She responded dryly. “And somebody has to.The Loa know that you don’t need anymore trouble in your life.”
“Ha, shoutin’ ‘burn de troll?’ Can ya set trolls on fire? Are we… ah… flammable? I mean, I be settin’ mahself on fire pretty often, but I don’ t'ink magic be countin’.” He frowned down at his fur, idly pulling out a caught piece of bark.
“Dere be nothin’ wrong wit’ causin’ some trouble.” He offered, with a smirk. “Adventure, excitement, yadda yadda.”
Taz'ji reached over in an attempt to gently jab her side. “Ya had fun. Admit it.”
Fah’kiri looked at him strangely as he was muddling over trolls burning. “... Fire is the only thing that stops our regeneration, Taz’ji.” She said slowly, then decided to leave it be.
At his prodding, she skewed her lips to the side for a long moment before smiling. “Maybe just a little.”
Taz'ji coughs out a "hot damn!" before grinning stupidly and raising his brow at Fah'kiri
Fah’kiri huffs out a laugh. “You really wanna know? Alright.” She looks him over thoughtfully. “Well looks wise you’re not bad. Little scrawny, but you look healthy. Smell’s another thing entirely, but maybe if you laid off the booze every once in awhile that might help. Tusk ya got left’s not huge but it isn’t exactly tiny either. An’ ya be pretty tall. Mm… 7 out of 10 yeah?”
Fah’kiri lifted her cup and swore soundly. She was still grumbling as she sood, sliding her kilt off. Down to her underclothes and her eyepatch. How was she losing?
A one, two 2′s, and 2 5′s. She frowned and looked over at him. “Mmm… Whadda you say about us getting this done faster, mm? We roll, don’t look at the dice, and guess. Has to be 3 and above, one number. Whoever’s closest wins.”
Taz'ji coughs out a "hot damn!" before grinning stupidly and raising his brow at Fah'kiri
Fah’kiri huffs out a laugh. “You really wanna know? Alright.” She looks him over thoughtfully. “Well looks wise you’re not bad. Little scrawny, but you look healthy. Smell’s another thing entirely, but maybe if you laid off the booze every once in awhile that might help. Tusk ya got left’s not huge but it isn’t exactly tiny either. An’ ya be pretty tall. Mm… 7 out of 10 yeah?”
He unbuckled his top-most belt, adding it to the pile. It appeared to have the additional purpose of keeping his stomach fluff flattened, the blue and white fur across his stomach puffing out again.
“I be fine. I be excellent. I also be very, very drunk.” He rolled a 1, 3, 5, and two 6′s. “Too fast.”
“It be always gettin’ snarls.” To demonstrate, he attempted to run his fingers through the longer fluff on his stomach. His fingers barely made it into the mess before they got caught, and he grunted. “It be annoying. I should be cuttin’ it.”
“Or you could take care of it. It’s really fluffy and nice looking.” She paused then snorted. “Loa save me, I sound like my mother. She would get after me too about that.”
Fah’kiri lifted her cup and swore soundly. She was still grumbling as she sood, sliding her kilt off. Down to her underclothes and her eyepatch. How was she losing?
A one, two 2′s, and 2 5′s. She frowned and looked over at him. “Mmm... Whadda you say about us getting this done faster, mm? We roll, don’t look at the dice, and guess. Has to be 3 and above, one number. Whoever’s closest wins.”
With a little more grumbling, he managed to grunt out a ’t'anks.’
“All ya been doin’ today is stopping me from gettin’ in more trouble. Like a little babysitter or somethin’.” He propped himself up on his elbows, giving her a strange stare.
“Ya still gonna go back an’ be givin’ money to da innkeeper?”
“Some of it, maybe. Depends on if they decide to come after me with rifles and pitchforks.” She responded dryly. “And somebody has to.The Loa know that you don’t need anymore trouble in your life.”
Fah’kiri frowned deeply at that confession. Was it a matter of money or something? As it was now, to try and fix whatever had already healed improperly would just cause him more pain and was outside of her skill set. She prodded him in order to get him to indicate where exactly the aching was worst before she uncorked the ointment jar and took some of the herb-y smelling slime from it. It took a bit of fiddling with his fur to get the ointment actually on his skin instead of letting it sit useless in his fluff, but she managed. Despite his grumbling.
When she was finished, she sat back and stoppered the jar again. “It’ll take a little bit for it to work, but it should help the aches even if they’re in the bone. Next time don’t fuss so much, this is my job after all.”
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