The Education of a Noblewoman [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

"Oh?" Zevran asks lightly. "Anything you heard in particular that caught your... interest?" As he says that last word, he cups her underbust with the arc of his pointer finger and thumb, fingers continuing to massage the sides of her chest even as his thumbs trace the edge of her breasts.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy swallows, shifting a little under his hands. "Only that you were skilled enough to bring a woman to completion with your trousers still buttoned," she says, and if her cadence and accent shift a little into something less... cultured... she doesn't comment on it. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Something you have already witnessed first hand... though perhaps you wish to see if it was a mere... fluke or if I can repeat it on another?" the brothel madame asks huskily.

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"Gods yes," Shannon mutters, her own hand drifting between her legs.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Nothing is properly learned until it can be repeated," recites Cindy, in a stuffy tone that's clearly an impression of a specific person. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Is that so?" Zevran asks, his smile warmer for a moment as his mind drifts to his sage chercheur. That sounds very much like something they would say. Perhaps even about the same topic, come to think of it. "How could I resist such a request, nay, a command." So saying, he raises his thumbs up to graze her nipples. Just a graze, just a tease, and then back to circling around the sensitive nubs. Expression turning playful, he continues in this vein, keeping up a pattern of long, slow touches interspaced with rapid ones that tease and spark a heat in her belly.

"More, Mistress Cindy?

[Coquette Blacquin]

Unlike Hawke, or even Helene to a certain extent, Cindy is quiet as a churchmouse; Zevran is, by now, quite adept at reading breathing patterns, or he might have thought her lulled to sleep. Her breathing quickens, little gasps and huffs signaling her enjoyment of certain touches, her lack of response to others. It's a reliable star to steer by, even if it's subtler than most would like. She'd be great for secret trysts, hidden away just out of sight of a watchful guardian. 

A swallow and a brief nod indicates for him to continue; a slight curl of the fingers, a more dramatic curl of the toes, signals the depth of her desire for him to increase his activities. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Such a discreet young lady you are," Zevran teases her. "Were it not for certain... visual indicators, why, I might feel as if my efforts were for naught." Moving his right hands upwards, he traces a fingers along her jawline, then her shell of her ear. Pulling it back, he leans in so he can whispers in ear. "Will you not make a sigh for me, Mistress Cindy? Not a gasp? A moan?"

In time with each question, his other hands sweeps lower, until he's lightly caressing her mons.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy swallows -- hard -- and manages a small gasp, no more. A moment later, she whispers savagely, "Earn it."

[Shannon zi'Marass]

There's my Co, Shannon thinks fiercely as she slowly strokes herself. I'd love to, la, join in, but I'd just die if I jarred her out of this. She needs this, and not just for her date.

[Tethras Clan]

"As you command, Mistress Cindy," Zevran promises in a low, throaty voice. She has a core of steel in her that reminds me of a saucy wench I know. And one I rather miss... But that is a thought for another time. Humming once again, this time a faster, more tense melody, Zevran gets back to work. A stroke here, a caress there. Never touching a peak, just grazing the edges, building and stoking the flame in her gut. Once her breathing starts to speed up, once her abdomen begins to tense and ripple, Zevran pauses, just for a second.

"As you command, Mistress Cindy," he repeats before sliding a single finger into her core, unerringly pressing against her clit.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy throws her head back, and this time she lets out a cry: a single, throaty call, guttural and rough, as she spasms underneath him, utterly lost in the wave of pleasure. There's nothing noble or bell-like in the sound, nothing pretty or upper-class: it's almost a masculine sound. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran continues to rub against that nerve cluster, slow and steady movements. His other hand curls around a breast, tweaking her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. "There we go.... there we go..." He croons. "This is how it should be, Mistress Cindy.... there we go."

[Shannon zi'Marass]

Lucky bitch, Shannon thinks wryly. ...both of them. Hmm... I wonder if Co would be interested in playing with toys... Mmmmh.

[Coquette Blacquin]

How it should be. Yes. This is-- this is good. She gasps for breath, panting, coming back to herself. Good. I did good.