[ Nate looks her over, a little smile playing about his face. He hesitates, and then he drops his hands down to hang off his jeans. ]
You know, honestly? I'd like to recreate what we did at Orientation. Without anyone watching this time, just for us. And maybe without so many barriers.
[ If they'd been in private when they played that little game, he imagines it would've gone much further than rope play. And now she's here, and he thinks she's on the same page as him, and...
And, really, in days gone by he would've been a lot smoother about this. Doing this, with new people, is not really familiar territory for him anymore. Thorn is on his mind, and he knows that Thorn knows what this place is. He doesn't think he would have a problem with it. It's just that this is a new person, where there aren't pre-existing feelings to fall back on, and there's a level of anxiety in that. Uncertainty, because this is the kind of thing that the old version of himself would've found easy, and the new version of him isn't sure what to do with that. He doesn't feel entirely sure of himself. He doesn't feel certain that he won't have regrets.
But on the other hand, he'd liked this girl. He was attracted. He liked the prospect of all of this. Maybe if he just leans into that feeling, it'll get easier, like how it used to be. He has the feeling it'll be easier if he just stops thinking about it altogether.
All of which runs through his mind in about a fraction of a second. ]
What about you, is there something you'd like to try?
( she very much enjoyed orientation herself. and she'd kept her clothes on through most of it. he wasn't wrong. she wanted to experience the same again. this time unclothed.
she remembers what it felt like to be so restricted. now to be so and undressed... )
The same. ( she answers, already starting to undo the laces of her dress. he's already half undressed himself, after all. ) I enjoyed the orientation, but I understand you not wanting to perform for them. It wasn't the place for that.
But I liked it. ( her voice trails a bit here. ) All of it. So I'd very much like to recreate that.
Of course, with a maybe a little more blood. ( she glances at the knife. ) We should have a safeword, yes? That's what they call it?
[ It has a bit of nostalgia for him. Due to that, it's definitely not something he'd call out by mistake. ]
There's also a...well, we didn't do this before, but. You can use gags, too. So if you're going to, sometimes there's like a safe gesture or something. We should talk about that, even if it's just to set out what you do and don't want to do.
[ A beat. ]
Short of, like. Amputation, or death, I'm pretty open. [ Which he says almost as a joke, because he doesn't really imagine it would go that far. ] And, I don't want any blindfolds. That's not always a thing, but for the first time? I want to see you.
she thinks over what he's said as she strips out of her clothes. ) I think the same for blindfolds and me. For now at least. I like watching you. ( she smiles as she kicks her boots away. )
But if either of us end up in a gag.... uh uh uh and shaking the head? Three repeated sounds and a physical gesture. ( she kicks off her pants next, standing in his living room in her underwear, tail flicking behind her. )
[ Granted, she's seeing quite a lot right now. Pierced nipples and navel, tattoos all over his chest, back and arms, a hellish symbol burned into his stomach, a heart-shaped scar carved into his chest. It's a picture.
That said, she's competing. His eyes sweep over her, taking her in from tits to tail. She's doing a lot for him, proportion-wise. He comes closer, and reaches out to graze his fingertips along her tail. Tails are unusual. He thinks he might be a fan. ]
That works.
So, on my end. Pain tolerance is high. I'm into it, don't hold back unless I signal you. [ He thinks this is unlikely. ] I have some potent healing potions nearby, and they work fast. Actually, let me grab those.
[ He goes to get them; freshly brewed, six of them, bottles of golden liquid that give off a faint glow. He sets them on the coffee table he'd pushed towards the wall, then unbuttons his jeans. There's no underwear beneath them, so when they come off, she'll see there's a ladder pierced along his cock. It's halfway to attention, just at the thought of all of this. ]
( oh... so few people touch the tail. it betrays her and sends a shiver up her spine, as if he'd traced her spine itself. the shiver spreads through her till she's shaking it out of her shoulders. she nearly flushes at her body for betraying her like that. she doesn't lose control of herself easily, after all.
ignoring that. )
Same for me when it comes to pain tolerance. In fact, my skin is a bit more... durable than most. The dragon blood in me. If you have to press harder, don't panic.
( and he's got healing potions! sh'es going to need to ask about those later, but she's quite distracted by him undoing his pants. she has piercings in the bridge of her nose, two even, but the ladder along his cock is not something she's seen before. she quite likes the idea of it, as she reaches up to undo her bra. ) I may have to ask you for more piercings at some point.
[ Oh, he saw that shiver. There's a little smile on his face, while he quietly notes the tail as touchable. Very nice. He comes up against her, running his hands up along her sides until he reaches her bra strap. ]
Here, let me.
[ He slides the straps down off her shoulders, eyes on her face. He drops the bra off to the side, then smiles, and reaches to take the rope. ]
I could manage that. You know, they're magical.
[ But he's not getting into how, just now. Lifting the rope, he runs it through his hands, and softly spells it like he had before. He generally likes to do the tying himself, but they'd already done that part, and he's pretty eager to get to what they hadn't. ]
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You know, honestly? I'd like to recreate what we did at Orientation. Without anyone watching this time, just for us. And maybe without so many barriers.
[ If they'd been in private when they played that little game, he imagines it would've gone much further than rope play. And now she's here, and he thinks she's on the same page as him, and...
And, really, in days gone by he would've been a lot smoother about this. Doing this, with new people, is not really familiar territory for him anymore. Thorn is on his mind, and he knows that Thorn knows what this place is. He doesn't think he would have a problem with it. It's just that this is a new person, where there aren't pre-existing feelings to fall back on, and there's a level of anxiety in that. Uncertainty, because this is the kind of thing that the old version of himself would've found easy, and the new version of him isn't sure what to do with that. He doesn't feel entirely sure of himself. He doesn't feel certain that he won't have regrets.
But on the other hand, he'd liked this girl. He was attracted. He liked the prospect of all of this. Maybe if he just leans into that feeling, it'll get easier, like how it used to be. He has the feeling it'll be easier if he just stops thinking about it altogether.
All of which runs through his mind in about a fraction of a second. ]
What about you, is there something you'd like to try?
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she remembers what it felt like to be so restricted. now to be so and undressed... )
The same. ( she answers, already starting to undo the laces of her dress. he's already half undressed himself, after all. ) I enjoyed the orientation, but I understand you not wanting to perform for them. It wasn't the place for that.
But I liked it. ( her voice trails a bit here. ) All of it. So I'd very much like to recreate that.
Of course, with a maybe a little more blood. ( she glances at the knife. ) We should have a safeword, yes? That's what they call it?
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[ It has a bit of nostalgia for him. Due to that, it's definitely not something he'd call out by mistake. ]
There's also a...well, we didn't do this before, but. You can use gags, too. So if you're going to, sometimes there's like a safe gesture or something. We should talk about that, even if it's just to set out what you do and don't want to do.
[ A beat. ]
Short of, like. Amputation, or death, I'm pretty open. [ Which he says almost as a joke, because he doesn't really imagine it would go that far. ] And, I don't want any blindfolds. That's not always a thing, but for the first time? I want to see you.
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but of course she keeps that to herself.
she thinks over what he's said as she strips out of her clothes. ) I think the same for blindfolds and me. For now at least. I like watching you. ( she smiles as she kicks her boots away. )
But if either of us end up in a gag.... uh uh uh and shaking the head? Three repeated sounds and a physical gesture. ( she kicks off her pants next, standing in his living room in her underwear, tail flicking behind her. )
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You've barely seen me yet.
[ Granted, she's seeing quite a lot right now. Pierced nipples and navel, tattoos all over his chest, back and arms, a hellish symbol burned into his stomach, a heart-shaped scar carved into his chest. It's a picture.
That said, she's competing. His eyes sweep over her, taking her in from tits to tail. She's doing a lot for him, proportion-wise. He comes closer, and reaches out to graze his fingertips along her tail. Tails are unusual. He thinks he might be a fan. ]
That works.
So, on my end. Pain tolerance is high. I'm into it, don't hold back unless I signal you. [ He thinks this is unlikely. ] I have some potent healing potions nearby, and they work fast. Actually, let me grab those.
[ He goes to get them; freshly brewed, six of them, bottles of golden liquid that give off a faint glow. He sets them on the coffee table he'd pushed towards the wall, then unbuttons his jeans. There's no underwear beneath them, so when they come off, she'll see there's a ladder pierced along his cock. It's halfway to attention, just at the thought of all of this. ]
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ignoring that. )
Same for me when it comes to pain tolerance. In fact, my skin is a bit more... durable than most. The dragon blood in me. If you have to press harder, don't panic.
( and he's got healing potions! sh'es going to need to ask about those later, but she's quite distracted by him undoing his pants. she has piercings in the bridge of her nose, two even, but the ladder along his cock is not something she's seen before. she quite likes the idea of it, as she reaches up to undo her bra. ) I may have to ask you for more piercings at some point.
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Here, let me.
[ He slides the straps down off her shoulders, eyes on her face. He drops the bra off to the side, then smiles, and reaches to take the rope. ]
I could manage that. You know, they're magical.
[ But he's not getting into how, just now. Lifting the rope, he runs it through his hands, and softly spells it like he had before. He generally likes to do the tying himself, but they'd already done that part, and he's pretty eager to get to what they hadn't. ]
Alright, Elodie. I'll need you on your knees.
[ He says it gently, but it's not a request. ]