The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shiori]

"Ancestors be praised," mutters Shiori, not sounding at all positive about that turn of events. "Well, she survived, so I suppose she got her wish."

[Jassinth]

"I don't know much about, ah, that particular Heptad's rites and..." He takes a quick swig. "Traditions? What does this actually mean?"

[Shiori]

"Nine petitioners out of ten die. Horribly." Another swig. "The tenth gets a stay of execution so long as they're dedicated to their goal. Progress is easier, but they have to remain dedicated or they also die."

[Jassinth]

"That is--" Jass's expression twists and he shudders. She knew she was likely asking me to watch her die. 

[Shiori]

"Yeah." Shiori takes another long swig, and the two fall into a companionable silence for a short while. 

Then, just as Jass is trying to figure out what to suggest they do with the rest of their evening, Shiori says, hesitantly, "Jassinth?"

[Jassinth]

Giving a full body shake, as if to cast off the heavy thoughts he's been soaking in, Jassinth looks over at Shiori, head tilting in silent question. 

[Shiori]

Shiori leans forward, quick as a wink, and places a kiss on Jassinth's lips. She means it to be a chaste, quick kiss of thanks -- but her body seems to have other plans, and for some reason (maybe related to the mostly empty bottle next to her) she seems to have trouble engaging her brain. 

[Jassinth]

Given that Jass has a mostly empty bottle of his own, his initial reaction is to blink languidly. His second reaction is to slip an arm around her waist and pull her partially into his lap so he can deepen the kiss well past even the broadest definition of 'chaste.'

[Shiori]

Mm. This is nice. Shiori eagerly slides into his lap, nipping his lip slightly as she presses up against him. 

[Jassinth]

Sliding his hands under her ass, both to stabilize her and for its own sake, Jass hums softly. She is rather good at this, Jass muses absently. Eager and sweet. 

[Shiori]

Shiori whines a little against his mouth, a pleading, eager whine -- she's clearly enjoying this, as her hands roam up to caress his muscular shoulderblades over his shirt, and in fact, as she adjusts, he becomes aware she's changed from her tattered clothes into a skirt outfit, making the only thing between his thigh and her body a thin layer of panty.

[Jassinth]

Very eager and sweet, he corrects himself as he moves a hand form her partially bare ass to her hair. His tongue probes her mouth, twisting and tasting her own. Wait. Wait. Shit. "Sake," he blurts out, pulling her head back with the grip in her hair.

[Shiori]

"Yeah, that's what you taste like," she agrees, nodding. "It's good. I like it. It suits you."

[Jassinth]

"No-- yes, but-- we're drunk," Jass rambles, trying to hold her in place without touching her any more than he has to. She feels so good and-- no! Bad Jass. Don't be a mushroom.

[Shiori]

"So?" She shrugs. "I don't have any diseases and I'm already pregnant."