Sarah Fortune

Intently did she continue with the daggers of a glare that she directed at the Captain,

cerulean orbs gleaming, brimming with hostility but a keener observer would know well

to distinguish the exceedingly subtle gleam of immense, crippling craving whilst

oblivious to the little show that she herself was putting on for the mistress of this vessel

#ooc #sorry for the nsfw stuff earlier

wtf i didn't even queue that shit up. tumblr why

" — MMF!?!"

Vi griped, her hands flailing out for a good three seconds until her being was surfed in the skin and partial clothing of the Hunter, panting harshly, breathing hot air through her lips, her crevices just lightly ajar, and through her own nostrils. Luckily she gave herself some room to regain air in her body, and to speak at the least.

"Like fuckin” mmf—! What???"

She sneered quite indignantly, her tone rude and coarse to Sarah before she shot off a quickly laced glare to the woman above her.

"Over my dead fuckin’— body, Fortune. D’ya really have a fetish, or kink to completely be’a dom over me, or something?”

Sarah should’ve expected this from her own lover.

" i do. what's so wrong about that? "

so often is domination and bondage misunderstood and misrepresented, so sarah easily adjusts to this reaction. the request is both outlandish and lewd, and despite vi shutting the idea down entirely, miss fortune has yet to properly make her case and attempt to coerce her lover. " it's unfortunate that you aren't willing to be do adventurous. i understand that you're afraid, and possibly intimidated, but i promise that i'd take it easy for your sake. " now she tinkers with the pride of the spitfire enforcer, yearning to see these crude thoughts come to pass. " i'll admit, i'm prone to spurs of kink. it's a lesser known fact about me, but a fact nonetheless. i didn't think you the type to be frightened by such a thing. "

" — I guess that’s why you always hated me sayin’ those pirate puns before we hooked up together and startin’ this whole… Dating thing with each other.”

Spoke the Officer, as if every word she spoke was a literal epiphany. Only to rub her forehead very slowly at the thought from the past, Vi just sighed rather loudly.

Then her brows furrowed, crunching with little room to even dare spare, Vi found it like a damned television show plot twist that actually made one say: Oh shit.

Which she did say mentally.

" … Oh, fuck."

finding there to be no legitimate reason to blow situation out of proportion, the pirate hunter is quick to dismiss the subject in favor of something a bit lighter in tone. even so, those thoughts will continue to bounce about in her mind. " i'm not sure i'd accredit that for my disposition towards those silly puns. i just think them foolish. " hazarding a laugh, arms cross beneath her bust.

”You me think inebriated enough, or that am I as vulgarly flirtatious as you are to so casually impart that personal bit of knowledge, especially by simply asking? You’ve a better chance commanding the waves to cease their ebb and flow. Your feigned immaculateness, far, far less amusing.”

Though, her eyes would linger where they were lured and tempted, in and and all the

places that mattered despite her words being a symbolic lash. True, the only woman

who would be able to be ever so slightly compared to the Captain’s magnitude of

salacious inducement just so happened to also be Sejuani’s most bitter foe, but she

lacked the fire, the captivating ember that Sarah Fortune possesses and expertly

pageants. She needed this woman under her oppressive and demanding yoke, a

remedy to the gaping chasm that is her depravity.

”You’ve more pressing matters to worry about. Such as whether or not you can endure servitude under my harsh lash. Rest assured, you will be used for what you are worth. It would be best if you would come to terms with have a will greater then yours imposed upon you. I shall give no quarter, nor will I expect any.”

oh those brusque words will do little else aside from condemn sejuani entirely. with slow and deliberate movements, sarah fortune brings the mouth of the liquor bottle to her luscious, plump lips. " you never denied it. " she spoke into the bottle before flood her throat with the burning poison. a steady stream of it manages to find it's way from her mouth, spilling from full brims and running down her jaw, neck, and collarbone until it disappears between enormous, perky breasts. she takes no heed of the lost bit of alcohol, instead intent on finishing the bottle.

eventually, she's consumed over half of it, but decides to leave the rest for after their skirmish. sarah's delay of undressing comes to a close, but she'll but simply strip and be done with it like the warmonger. instead, she approaches the bed with long, stalking strides. she stands before the nude warrior, just out of reach. the spaghetti straps of her top fall as arms cross, pressing buxom chest together and exaggerating their size before the brute of a woman. fingers grasp the bottom most hem of that shirt and she gradually pulls it up high, soft and bouncing flesh spilling out slowly. eventually, it's pulled over her head and thrown towards sejuani, drawing a smirk from miss fortune.

#nakked #nsfw #.nsfw

" ... "

#.open

”I assure you, I’ve come out of much, much worse. Think of that as an inkling as to how dire the odds of your victory is- What in the-?!”

A quick, sharp sting of daggering chitin reverberates from her toned, firm rump and she

is toppled, through not by finesse or brawn but rather through sheer abruptnessand the

unsteadiness that came with inebriation. She had expected this, a ruse, some clever

ploy that the likes of Sarah Fortune employs to meet her ends. Perhaps it was to be a

dagger to be buried on her back as soon as she landed upon the lofty berth, or perhaps

something more iconic like lead pellets discharged from the Captain’s trademark piece,

yet no such harm befell the gulled warrior save maybe for the lingering pang in her

behind, even as she oriented herself right side up. A violent retort was more than

probable.

“What are you-?”

Then and there did she bear witness to progressively increasing obscenity, a little show

courtesy of the Captain showcasing salacity with a matching intonation laced with

ribaldry that even Sejuani with her barely reticent animosity did not object to

spectating. The way the Captain carried herself alone was means sufficient enough

to demure and debilitate those of lesser composure. But for Sejuani, however, it would

only serve to bring down an all the more impassioned wrath down upon Sarah Fortune

for better or for worse.

“It would only be proper, as much as a living perversion that you are.”

a questioning gaze is traded as sejuani's reply once again insinuates that miss fortune has been acting salaciously throughout this entire encounter. perhaps there is truth to be found in her sentiments, but sarah's actions have mostly been her body doing what it may without her seeking to hinder it. " you claim me perverted yet you frequent allude to your perception of my existence itself as sexual. me laying upon my own bed, or retrieving the drink you've denied me. how are any of these acts salacious? unless, of course, you simply think me sexy. " bubbly laughter, somewhat condescending in nature as a spiteful jab towards the proud warrior. " what sort of women draw your gaze? are then any like me in the freljord? " she cannot help but wonder, and press this issue in order to make sejuani as uncomfortable as possible.

arching a hip, her free hand hooks a finger on her belt. " you're asking me to undress, after all. i hope i'm not chore to look at. or unsightly in any fashion. " inching down skin tight bottoms, she goes just far enough to see her impeccably formed, sharp, v-shaped definition at her lower abdomen. it leaves much to the imagination, but gives just enough to tantalize. " if i beat you, " miss fortune contemplates, idly fiddling with those slightly lowered pants, " then you shall allow me to domineer over you however i please. whether it be having you fetch me a beverage or give me a massage. if you best me, then you'll have such servitude from me. "

“I was raised, trained by the greatest warriors of my clan and educated by the elder of my village. From her I learned that words are powerful tools in stirring dormant battle-fury within those under my lash.”

Though she requested for it, the Captain’s interest for the solicited bottle of spirits

seemed to be one that is fleeting, the eventuality of would be Sejuani easily ripping

the corked stopper from the glass ring that is the bottle’s mouth and indulging herself

with the burgundy within, further testament to her absolutely confidence and

complacency that her victory is assured Such was the pride and brashness of Sejuani.

Warmth, mellow and comforting flourishes within her imposing frame…accompanied

by what seemed like another hint of warmth that registered there past her waist,

meddlesome and enamored caresses from the Captain herself, it would seem. Further

did Sejuani’s pride swelled, dismissing the indulging touches as Sarah Fortune simply

finding her fit form simply irresistible.

“Ahh…”

A sated breath slips past her lips as warmth overwhelms her, intoxication now creeping

up and softly strangling her lucidity what with her now having downed not just one but

a pair of bottles of potent poison, and with that titillating dulling of reason came an

alluring, enamoring scent, stimuli that added further vice grip around reason’s throat.

How had her olfactory not picked this up before? Had the Captain somehow covertly

applied it upon herself, the bottle tucked away in an obscene nook and reserved for a

purpose such as this? Queries were quelled with covetous composure, however. Oh,

the profanities she will engage in with the Captain should she win their impending

bout.

“I mean to break you like a wave upon jagged rocks. Are you that eager to suffer defeat and my will?”

hugeguns

" as you continue to boast your self-perceived strength, i'm all the more convinced that you'll be bested. it seems to me that you overestimate yourself, and underestimate me. quite an unfavorable combination. "

the hands at sejuani's bare and chiseled hips run up to her narrow waist, acute nails tracing the flesh there in a coyly teasing fashion. an unwavering gaze meets the conqueress' own in challenge, lips curling into a devious and implicit grin. it's with impressive swiftness and unprecedented strength that the captain digs her nails into the warmonger's taut rear and jerks her down toward the bed. she's quick to roll from sejuanis trajectory, rising from the bed in the same swift motion. it'd almost been an initiation into their bout, but it's more of an assertion to bide her time. not to mention digging into such strong, pale flesh is an undeniable delight.

she bounds across the room, succulent features rippling with each footfall therein accentuating her allure and erotic, sensual beauty. pants hug her figure and with her back to the warmonger, miss fortune's own taut and shapely backside is so unabashedly on display as she bends down in a deliberately paced motion. she then reaches into her cabinet of liquors, turning back to face the nude woman. " must i also be nude for us to ... 'wrestle' together? "

“True, I suppose the way I lugged here and how I answered your challenge would warrant such an assumption. But I’ve made clear my purpose, unlike you who does naught but flaunt your obscenity…much like what your are doing exactly right now.”

Her toned heft would shift and come to rest upon a sculpted, brawny shank, while her

just as robust and powerful arms and calloused hands would perch upon her wide,

sturdy hips that supported a dense and herculean core that looked like it could deflect

measly blows. Indeed, hers is a figure both blessed and tempered. Worth noting as

well is that both women stood on each their own side of the proverbial coin that is

desire, an undeniable contrast where Sarah Fortune fitfully betokens the alluring

seduction of exotic and luscious features while Sejuani exemplifies beauty through

strength and the appeal of outlandish ruggedness. Another fact still, exceedingly

seldom is the probability of the likes of such a fine woman like the Captain to appear

in the unforgiving Freljord where survival dictates and obliges the surrender of

nurturing seductive appearances, save maybe for the case of that damnable Archer.

”No, I do not. But you would be glad to know that the Freljord is a land where one may romance without prejudice. No, we leave that matter to the land itself to judge whether or should it flourish in this bleak cold, or freeze in vain.”

A gesture of baffled and testy curiosity embeds upon her features as she speaks, as

the Captain assumes all fours with a matching and fitting feline’s demeanor as the

Conqueress spoke, her actions still simply oozing with salacity whilst presenting a

meager request: her own bottle of inebriant to saturate herself with.

”You must thing exceedingly highly of yourself, to be meeting me in your challenge in such a state of stupor. But no matter, for you will still inevitably yield.”

" such a grandiose vernacular you boast. are you aiming to please me with your tongue? "

teasingly, and somewhat mockingly, speaking in a fashion similar to sejuani's, the captain isn't inclined to cease her carnal and manipulative antics. it's within this state of control and confidence that miss fortune remains the most comfortable and dignified. while sejuani's will is exhibited with her physical attributes and stalwart, powerful pose, sarah's own iron will comes in the form of self-acknowledgement and social skill. she's by no means incapable of defending herself against most who may seek to end her, but combat isn't where the majority of her emphasis exists.

should she find herself in the frejlord, she'll do well only for a time. unless given the proper training, the elements may take her life before her impressive adaptability has the opportunity to shine through. perhaps having sejuani as an ally in that frigid tundra could save her life one day. for now, though, she'll be dedicating all efforts to besting her and that begins with these little games.

drawing to the very edge of the bed, both hands reach out and grasp at sejuani's hips. the captain's hands are satin-smooth and quite warm, in contrast to the somewhat biting cold of the room. at this proximity, her scent can be perceived. not the scent of her room, but rather that of miss fortune herself. it's a delicate, subtle smell, sweet and reminiscent of berries. " i don't think it's me that'll be yielding tonight. but we'll see, now, won't we? "

”Mine is an earned respect, earned only by those who best me. Now

stand and answer the challenge you’ve laid before and affirm your questionable

dominance. And what better way to settle this than wrestling?”

T'was not a challenge of sex that the Warmonger had in mind, but rather a contest of finesse

and wills to subjugate one’s opponent. The only reason why she stripped herself bare of

her trappings before the Captain is naught but an ancient proceeding, an assurance of

fairness in the form that only flesh meets flesh in these bouts. Not only that, but

Sejuani also made sure to intoxicate herself, a self imposed handicap. Blatantly, this

was her means of underestimating the Captain.

“We settle this here, in the privacy of your quarters so that you may be

spared the humiliation of defeat in the presence of your crew.”

She hovers over her host, proud and assured, her form taunt and toned, the perfect

harmony of feminine ruggedness upon a rippling and sculpted physique. She would

not admit it though, but she looked forward to subjugating such a fine specimen of a

woman, to have something fine to look at in her harem of the conquered and

vanquished. Useful in her Conquest as well, this vessel, as these cannons could

provide her horde with a devastating volley. But it was then that something dawned

upon Sejuani, something that she realized upon spying the bafflement in the Bounty

Hunter’s eyes as well as being hinted the brief span of silence that befell upon them.

“…You think I stripped myself bare so that we may conjugate?"

hugeguns

she gazes upon an impeccably sculpted physique which so effortlessly blends the paragon of strength and undeniable femininity. both women present are of absolute pulchritude, translated into different styles of figure. generally, sarah is far softer and curvaceous, though does sport a competent and defined midriff. if miss fortune were to decide upon what womanly figure were to draw her most, it'd be something along the lines of what is currently before her. to say she's surprised at the nudity is an understatement; she's completely taken aback, which is a difficult feat to achieve.

crooning giggles arise once more as clarification is offered. though she doubts not sejuani's strength nor intelligence, she does seem awfully naive. " what else am I t' think? " miss fortune asks, moving to all fours. " ye' removed ye' clothes in m' room, after tossing me to the bed. " now she prowls playfully, like a predatory cat towards the end of the bed. heavy chest swings and ripples with each movement closer to the standing warmonger. " ye' do know that i like both men and women, don't ye'? sexually? " she doesn't believe for a moment that sejuani hasn't taken at least mild interest in her. one more substantial movement and her plush, creamy bosom might just spill from her top entirely once more. this time, though, it's knowing. manipulation is an art, one that can be executed skillfully by sarah, even when drunk.

she holds out a hand and stares to the frigid warrior. " hand me a bottle, would ye'? i'd like t' drink a bit more before i force ye' into submission. "

”Hey, I’m just thinkin’ of shit for ourselves, babe. … Are you fuckin’ serious. What the hell do you even do sometimes??? Fulfill people’s fantasies, and fuck them over in their asses when the job’s done or somethin’?”

" yes. i'm a legitimate business woman, but my policies and tactics are quite aggressive and dishonest in and of themselves. i'm careful, though, not to breach treaties or laws whenever possible. though, if you're concerned, i never have sex with anyone i fool. i simply persuade them into either seeing things my way or pulling a few strings. then i cut them loose. "

" — Whatever, egh, you know what I meant, Sarah. … Guess there really is more to you, fuckin’ a.”

Vi wasn’t going to let her mouth run off like hell, but she knew how exactly Sarah was feeling, boiling blood for years on end, no pure relief from the past because of certain scars, mental scars, and scars that were merely psychological. Vi understood, at least to an extent.

"Who did you think did it, then?"

" a pirate. "

the vague reply precedes a far more profound and thoughtful reply. there's a respite in their correspondence; sarah is lost to thought and uncharacteristically solemn. to claim the issue a sensitive and private one is an understatement. a brief flash of fear runs through her mind, and she recalls the night. crimson eyes gazing back at her -- as vivid as her mother's blood spilled upon the ground.

" have you heard of a man whom goes by the alias gangplank? i'm sure you have. he works with the institue as we both do. "

"Nothin’ my ass.”

A laconic face spewing out a tone of mischief, devious thoughts and hunger from the Pirate Hunter. Vi began to make it all quite arduous for the poor woman, all because of how the pink haired flaming female knew there was something not quite adding up. But wasn’t that all the damn time?

” — Really. Do tell, love.”

she grasps tight a handful of her partner's vibrant mane unannounced, jerking her head forward and into the large, plush expanse of her clothed chest. " well, " she answers, somewhat smothering the other, " i'd like to propose something fun. diversity, if you would. " she speaks so casually while performing such an absurd act -- it's quite evidently meant to give her an edge in this proposal. to remind vi of two huge reasons that she maybe inclined to accept. " i want you to be my pet. my submissive. provisionally, of course, in accordance with how we feel on any given night. how bold of an assertion, hmm? i'm sure i'll regret asking, but i couldn't resist. "

A pause is taken at the briefest of moments before the a bottle, ready to slake thirst and replace motion sickness with the type that is associated with intoxication. And then, a smile, one most defiant with a matching glint in her eyes before the bottle is lifted again and imbibing would commence. Liquid fire was chased by even more liquid fire, a testament to her esophageal tenacity.

”You mean to threaten me, to affirm what little dominance you have, with…this?"

Sejuani would ask, her tone laced with mockery and belittlement.But she would not deny, the challenge thrust upon her, though undoubtedly one to be easily won, would most likely present greater pleasure during the process of over the succeeding of. She knew where this was going, and the best she could do, out or either pity or diminutive respect, was to even the odds through means of intoxicating herself.

”I accept your challenge"

she replies, wrestling the words out of her own battered throat from just having downed an entire bottle in one go, thoroughlysmashed, and in the process shedding her trappings of war, the furs beneath it, and whatever that lay beneath that. T'was a good thing they sailed through choppy seas, lest Sarah Fortune’s crew discern what is the heaving of the ship upon the waves, and what is not.

befuddlement.

confusion is obscured beneath a thin layer of control, never once allowing the disposition to pass upon her mien. either sarah has misrepresented her thoughts and has been to vague, or sej has begun jumping to conclusions. though the words have yet to be spoken, the pirate is convinced that the frejlord warmonger believes a competition of sex to be the challenge proposed. " i've plenty of dominance. " fortune coolly answers, brushing a strand of silken, sanguine hair behind an ear.

sprawled out upon the bed with body luscious, curvaceous and both visually and physically soft, it's no wonder that miss fortune's rule had been perceived as an invitation. especially with the added distortion of liquor. " you'll come to respect me. regardless of what strength your taut body may hold. and i know the eye of admiration when i witness it. you needn't be shy. "