The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

"Uh." he says, eloquently. "I think. We should. Uh. Explore the. Uh. Possibilities. Later. Maybe in Nyra. Where there's privacy."

[Jassinth]

"Privacy is good," Jass agrees swiftly, grinning broadly.

[Merrill]

"Is now privacy?" Merrill wonders, giving her property a gentle squeeze. "'cause I wanna see you kiss. But no shirts allowed."

[Tethras Clan]

"Dau, you can go," Maeve murmurs, the eldest Daughter vanishing swiftly, even as the lustiest Daughter watches with interest.

[Jassinth]

Things go... in a very particular direction rather fast from there. Maeve rather quickly realizes that none of the mortals have much of a clue about what they're doing and eagerly takes on the role of mentor, supervisor and teaching aid. Merrill is never going to be a domineering top, but she manages to serve admirably as director to the scene by way of dreamily commenting on what she wants to see as she touches herself. Jass is willing enough, at least to a point, and both men end up topless, with kiss-swollen lips and sticky hands. After going down on Carver, the merikos elf finally calls off, already feeling a bit uncomfortable with having gone this far without figuring out with them exactly what's going on with their relationships.

Maeve helps them all clean up, then Carver carries the now deeply asleep elf back to their room to nap this all off while Jass goes home to explain to his parents that he's moving to Nyra for at least a year. Tomorrow. Oh, and he just had a half-threesome? Sorta? Maybe leave that part out for now...

[Marian Hawke]

The changes were beginning to scare Marian. Not that she'd let it show. Little Hawke wasn't afraid of anything; soon she'd be just Hawke, victorious and powerful, unstoppable, afraid of nothing and no-one. But in the short term, during this transition period she keeps telling herself is only temporary, only until she learns... Marian is becoming truly afraid.

She can't pinpoint a single thing that's wrong, exactly. She's agreed to everything Tanna asked, willingly, gladly even. She's taken the first steps toward everything Tanna suggested herself, uncoerced; Tanna only helps her find what's still missing, the places she's afraid despite thinking herself fearless. She'd gotten an eyebrow piercing and a nose piercing to prove she wasn't afraid of pain, and Tanna had suggested four others she might like -- proving that she was, in fact, afraid of the pain, or else why did she pick such pain-free spots to get pierced? She'd suggested a tattoo of her Path on her arm to remind her, and Tanna had pushed her to get a few more, magical ones, showing her she'd been afraid of foreign magics she doesn't understand, not trusting her ability to shake them off when they're her tattoos, in her body, how can they hurt her? Every day Tanna found new taboos to root out, new ways to show Marian pleasure that she'd been afraid of trying before -- pain, scat, blood, roleplay scenarios, it's all just kink, and kink is for fun, it's nothing to be ashamed of or scared of. 

Sex with strangers gave her pause, until Tanna pointed out she was protected now from any consequences of the act, what harm could it do? Sex in public, being watched, was today's fear to conquer. Tanna had the exclusive invite Hawke would need to conquer this fear, and so they were going, dressed up in fine robes and elaborate masks to conceal their identities. 

[Tanna]

The pair had gone to a small glassware shop, then into the back where they had changed into their costumes- which Tanna had provided of course- and then out the back. Tanna was wearing Astean vestments, though of a more flattering cut than is typical- and her underthings were decided more risque than Marian can recall Brights being said to wear. Marian, on the other hand, was given obvious courtesan wear with a heavy linen overcloak to keep things modest until they arrived. The thigh high stiletto boots, the velvet choker, gauzy silk dress with seventeen slits around the bottom hem- that would be fine, assuming one wears a shift underneath. But Tanna had instead provided a skin-tight rubber bodysuit of glossy black that molds itself like mud over Marian's curves, digging into crevices intimately, which elevates the beginnings of an attractive and expensive formal outfit into slutty aggression.

Walking with her hand around Marian in a protective, almost sisterly manner, the older female keeps up a constant stream of orders and instructions. "Remember- never use names, not even nicknames you've used elsewhere. You shall be Little Bird tonight, and, if you must refer to me, you are to call me 'My Lady Illuminus.' My Lady alone is sufficient when addressing me directly," Tanna says as she guides Marian past a discrete gate into the lower city to where the cafe Dapper had taken the party to was.  "Though you are not to speak at all unless directed to do so as part of a scene or asked a question by a Dom."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, My Lady," she says, eager to show off how quickly she learns. I didn't know she was Astean -- I suppose that must be her heritage. Odd. I would have guessed Ciren. Maybe she's a convert? Ciren heritage but Astean beliefs? Or maybe she's Astean heritage and Cirenite beliefs, and she's just dressing up Astean for the party?

It's odd, that Marian can't recall ever asking Tanna what her deity was. She'd assumed it was a Bright god, given her heritage. But maybe not. She has an intimate knowledge of Zanon -- but that's mostly because they've spoken of Zanon so much, thanks to Marian's beliefs. She'd grown up in Draslina, where everyone wore holy symbols openly -- it's very strange not to know what Tanna's core beliefs are.

[Tanna]

Tanna beams down at Marian, then nods at the guards who let her pass without even asking for papers or the like. Huh. How connected is she? "Good pet," she murmurs. "Now, I spoke briefly of the party before but didn't get a chance to go into details." Or wish to give you time to dwell. "I said it was a very... kinky affair, a safe place for people to fulfill their desires. Alas, some people are cursed with desires, cravings really, that are... that those of limited understanding and stuffy expectations disapprove of. Like how your friends would likely react to knowing how much you enjoyed it when you pretended to rape me, people would judge our fellow party-goers and punish them unfairly." Pretended to rape me... what a laugh. I had to order you twice to keep going. You are far kinder than you wish to make yourself out to be, Little Bird. Still... broken kindness can cut so much deeper than innate cruelty.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods, a hint of shameful flush coming to her cheeks as she recalls the scene in question. This is the real fear I have to conquer tonight -- not the fear of being watched in public, but the fear of rape, of being raped or raping someone. I can't be raped if I consent -- if I consent to everyone and everything, there's no way I can ever be hurt like that again. I can't be so scared of Sparky's rent that I stumble my way through what should have been a pleasurable scene on the verge of safewording. I have to be better about it. So. Tonight I say yes to everything, and I keep doing it until the word doesn't scare me. It's just a word. Rape. 

"Yes, My Lady," she says, out of habit almost, before she catches herself brooding, brings herself back to the present. "I won't judge. It's not my business."

[Tanna]

Tanna glances at her, allowing her expression to show a hint of doubt. "Some of their... desires are truly dark," she say somberly. "Even evil. We use games, illusions and shape-changing magic to allow them to satisfy those cravings but... Many still cannot accept them. The taboos against mutilation, blasphemy, rape, pedophila, beastiality... they are very strong, strong enough to overcome even someof  the most worldly and accepting of souls in the heat of the moment. It can be hard to accept others for who and what they are."

[Marian Hawke]

"Do you doubt me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, and her voice is dark, imperious. This is a glimpse of who she is becoming: someone confident, secure in her own folly. "I have yet to fail you once, My Lady. I will not fail you tonight."

[Tanna]

Tanna studies Marian for a long moment. You know... "You have not failed me," she agrees softly. "In fact... I think... if you please me well, if you make it through tonight without shaming me in front of my peers... you can ask a boon of me. Any kink, any game, your deepest, darkest desire... I will make it happen, no matter how shameful, degrading or difficult."

[Marian Hawke]

She perks up, just a little, enough so that Tanna can see she's taking the bait. "Yes, My Lady. Thank you. I will think on what to ask."

Then she shakes her head, just a little. "Are there other rules I should know? Other tasks you have for me tonight?"

[Tanna]

Tanna considers this a moment. "Well... keep your ears open. People let their guards down during sex and I admit that I have a bit of a thirst for gossip. I am not expecting you to hear anything of true import but teasing material is always welcome. Of course, this must not get in the way of your education and Path, naturally. Focus on pushing yourself past your limits, embrace any kink or game that's offered and enjoy yourself. Everyone will be getting healed and restored in the morning, so do not be afraid of injury. You enjoyed the lash, but tonight would be a wonderful time to see if you might like a thorned whip or even brandings." She grins a little, leaning in to whisper, "or, given your skill with imagery, perhaps you'd care to... work out some past offenses against you by say... making that stupid weakling that spurned you lick your cunt or using a cast-iron and studded cock to fuck that old master that held you back? Illusions and shape changing can be a great deal of fun. But you'll have to ask me to set it up now, as you won't be allowed to ask for things once we arrive."