The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"Ah. That seems reasonable," she agrees, relaxing. Twitch much, Isabela?

[Haliel Lightsong]

Despite her distraction, Lightsong could hardly miss that reaction. Ex-slave maybe? Or someone like Marian, captured and sold but never actually enslaved? Something to keep in mind. "So. Umm. Tell me a bit about yourself?" she asks awkwardly, though with honest interest in her voice.

[Isabela]

"Not much to tell, really," says Isabela, beginning to walk with the two of them. "I'm a Teirisine, calling noplace in particular my home. I'm a Captain, temporarily between ships." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You must have been to so many places and met so many people," Lightsong says with a smile. "It would feel sad, to me, to not have a home, but it seems to make you happy."

[Isabela]

"Never had much use for a home," she reasons. "I don't have many things, and it seems a waste to only meet the people who happen to have been born nearby when there's so many people out there I could... befriend."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel opens her mouth, then pauses to study Isabela as they reach the back of the tavern. "Just to be clear, is that just how you talk or are you flirting again?"

[Isabela]

"Both," she teases. "I like sex. I think more people should have sex just because it's fun and not for some deep significant meaning. I'm always happy to oblige."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Is... what if... what if someone... can't," Haliel mumbles, looking away.

[Isabela]

"That's fine," she says easily. "Sad, but fine. Takes all kinds, as they say."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"But wants to," Haliel finishes softly. "Or... wants to want to?"

[Isabela]

"Well of course you do," she teases. "I'm Isabela. Everyone wants me." 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian isn't sure what she expected from her first threesome. To be fair, she wasn't sure what to expect from sex with a woman in general; she halfway expected more of the same, but doubly so. Four tits, two tongues, two sets of fingers, all entangled in some wild bramble-bush of sex. 

Whatever it was, it certainly isn't what she's getting. 

She whimpers, arching her pelvis toward Isabela's fingers as the merikos pulls her hand back yet again. "Now, now, pup, settle down, I'm trying to give a demonstration," purrs the so-called Captain, but all Marian can find for a snappy comment is to moan with frustrated longing. Desperate, she reaches her fingers down to touch herself, only to have her hand slapped back.

"What did I tell you, puppy? No touching. Haliel, be a dear and pin her hands above her head like we promised."

Marian whines as she settles into the bed, loving and hating every minute. 

"Good girl." 

[Isabela]

When Marian is finally exhausted, Isabela rubs her belly gently, laying next to her in the bed as she glances at Haliel over top of their submissive. "So. Did any of that catch your fancy? You tell me what you want, or we can stop here."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel's eyes are wide and she has her lower lip caught in her teeth, which she has been gnawing on as she watches with intense interest. However, Isabela would likely notice that her nipples have not hardened, her breath is sometimes held but not laboured, her skin not flushed in that way. "I- ummm. Wow." She clears her throat, feeling rather overheated despite wearing naught but her loincloth. Isabela had been very right about the poor aasimar needing better underwear, both in regards to support and appearance. Rough woven linen strips aren't suitable for anyone that can get better. 

"I... the... Hands. Hands are... good. But maybe not... inside? And I liked-" She flushes even more, her voice a low, almost embarrassed whisper. "I like touching. Being touched. Feeling that whisper of pressure and warmth on my skin. For some reason, the touch of another skin feels more... vivid than anything else."

[Isabela]

"Not the usual request, but I'm game. Come over here and let's cuddle while our pup recovers her energy."