The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Oh," Haliel says, voice a little shaky. "That's very... interesting," she says, a blush forming on the last word.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian licks her lips. "Is it?" she adds, leaning forward a little. "Maybe you want to check how damp I am for yourself?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

The paladin hesitates, biting her lip. "Will you stop the second I tell you to?" she finally asks, metal slipping into her voice despite the almost shy awkwardness of her demeanor. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Of course. You may have to restrain my tail, however, it doesn't always obey my commands."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"And will you stop if you  need to?" Haliel presses. "Be it for trauma or bonding? I want this, want you, but I'll not have either of us harmed for it."

[Marian Hawke]

This takes her a second longer. "I... will try. For trauma, sometimes I just need to push through. Sometimes I can't quite tell which it'll be. But I'll try not to  let you hurt me."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"That's exactly what I needed to hear," Haliel says with a blinding smile. "Do you have anything in mind or shall I take the lead?"

[Marian Hawke]

"By all means, please, take the lead," she purrs. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Alright. Then--" Haliel breaks, off, glancing at the covered painting. "One moment," she mumbles as she quickly sets the easel off to the side where it can't watc-- get knocked over and damaged. "Right. Good. Resuming." Haliel nods her head firmly as she walks back over to the center of the clearing. "First things first." Swiping her leg, she reveals a feature of her armour Marian hadn't realized the paladin had gotten added at Orzammar. With a faint swirl of color, her armour seems to vanish, leaving the paladin clad only in a pale blue silk dress that clings to her body from collarbone to calves, though her arms are left entirely bare.

"Your turn."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian grins, and in one swift motion, she lifts her tunic, though it gets fouled on her wings on the way up. Dratted things.

"Don't touch the lower tattoo," she warns. "and my tail is, uh. Very sensitive."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel gives Marian's body a long, slow inspection. Yes, I remember how much you like your tail being played with. Still walking around the half-fiend in an unhurried pace, she hums. "Is it? Show me."

[Marian Hawke]

"Show you? How--"

She doesn't have time for more words; her tail slips into her mouth, and she closes her mouth in startlement, her eyes half-closing in sudden bliss. What...?

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel's eyes do the opposite as the very prompt response catches her off guard. "Ah, very good," she manages. Her expression... more lust, less twisted pleasure. More natural. Good. "Kneel." Need to remember to discuss terms of address after this.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian drops to her knees as the tail begins to move in and out of her, moaning around it, her hips swaying as though it were attached to her pelvis and not her tailbone.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Moving closer, so she's just within arm's reach, the paladin leans forward. "Eyes open," she commands in the throaty whisper Isabela taught her.