He’s quick to respond, obviously not too bothered by the question. Good. She thought she may be able to push a few buttons, but he’s more resilient than she assumed. Steeled in his composure like the chiseled arms that creep closer.

Regardless of what he can or cannot offer her, there’s the promise of a little fun. Nothing wrong with that. How much fun she’ll let him (and herself) have is still up for debate. For now, the touch of his rough fingertips is enough to excite her, a predatory grin creasing across pink lips as she sits up straighter.

A hand reaches towards his throat, but it’s only a manicured finger the extends, drawing a soft line with her nail up towards his chin and down his sharp jawline. It’s slow, tempting, a touch meant to draw him in closer.

”I don’t mind at all,” she whispers back, “You wanna fool around a bit,” It’s not a question on purpose. A statement, an observation. He seems to enjoy the feel of her as much, more perhaps, than she enjoys the pressure of his powerful hands.

Perhaps after this, she’ll remember his name.

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@onyx
Toni turns up the heat! (roll twice)
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711-140= 571

Toni steps away, smiling, as she takes another taste of the berry; sweet and juicy, ”I’ll try not to,” but no promises, she might just have to wait a bit.

A sharp whistle calls the shinx. Of course, she doesn’t listen, “willow,” she snaps, the pleasantries of their playful exchange gone and replaced by frown with a hint of annoyance. Slowly, the shinx rises, snatching up the berry that the Steenee gave her to take on the road.

”See you later, Ana,”

---

ANA STONE
MISSION

Ana turns toni’s soft smile into a more sultry grin with her touch as she guides the berry to her lips. Delicious. Toni knew there was another reason she liked this woman, second to her business prowess.

“I have some business after this but I can visit afterwards . . . it’ll be quite late though,” well after dark, after her hunt.

---

ANA STONE
MISSION

Her demand is met with action. Perfect. He wastes little time. There’s pressure, she complies. There has to be some compromise and now is when she chooses to bend . . . it just happens to be right over the edge of the steaming pool.

A hot breath, and wicked whisper sends a jolt of electricity down her spine that ends in a shudder of her hips, sparking a wildfire that the burns within her and demands to be tamed.

The melding of carnal pleasure and growing heat is enough to draw the hazy curtains down around them, manifesting as hot white steam to comply with ProBoards TOS so I don't get Hoenn shut down.

Within it, they devour each other.

---

KING WAYLAND
9dOiZIA_
668-10= 658

His teeth sink deeper, fingers pinch, there’s pleasure in the pain. It elicits another moan through a sultry smile. She leans back deeper into him, the hand on her chest leaving his to find purchase tangled in his cerulean hair.

A hot breath against her ear sends a shiver down her spine. He demands something, and she hisses through clenched teeth, almost breaking her principles under the weight of promised pleasure. Almost.

Toni’s never taken kindly to orders. The grip in his hair tightens, pulling to bring his head back just enough for him to catch a sharp gaze, “Tell me you want it,” she demands instead. It’s clear she wants it in the way she adjusts her hips, bringing him close enough he can likely feel her pulse rise in anticipation. A tease? Bait? Or is this where two alphas find their impasse and deny each other of their instincts?

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KING WAYLAND
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691-23= 668

She leans, he presses, a notable pressure on the small of her back makes her grin, driving a desire to sway with the movement of his hips as he begins to indulge. He starts gently, moving and growing with hunger, leaving his mark on an empty canvas – something she will despise later. In the midst of growing lust, it goes unnoticed, manifesting as a nothing more than pleasure the dances across her skin.

Teeth bite, generating a soft moan from parted lips. She finds his hands on her hips, her own fingers curling and digging into his flesh as she holds back her own growing tensions. A hand guides one of his up, giving him something softer to dig his fingers into.

---

KING WAYLAND
Lri7RWCN
731-40= 691

Surprisingly, his touch is equally as soft as hers was. Eyelids flutter shut, denying herself sight in favor of heightening her sense of touch. Her skin is indeed flawless, exfoliated, moisturized; great care is taken to keep up a particular appearance. It rewards those given the privilege the feeling of silk beneath their fingertips.

Her breath catches, head tilting subtly to the side as fingertips gently caress the skin of her neck, the vulnerability of her situation doesn’t escape her. It contributes to the excitement that send sparks through her body. As his touch moves, she involuntarily shudders beneath it causing goosebumps to rise across her olive canvas.

He’s purposeful in the placement of his touch, and despite the heat her chest stiffens under the duress of his tease. When she feels him behind her, hands firmly on her hips, she peels her eyes open, casting a glance back. Her breath has grown heavy in anticipation, carnal desires growing more intense with the touch of his skin on her back. She leans into it, closing the little space that is there. She tilts her head, exposing the skin of her neck invitingly. A hand reaches up to let the tip of her index finger slowly trace a line down his sharp jaw, “would you like a taste?” she invites him to indulge.

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KING WAYLAND
YscdLoE_
735-4= 731

might be right? Of course she’s right.

He moves forward, leaning, reaching to touch her. A large, rough hand finds the soft skin of her thigh. Well-groomed, meticulously cared for. It’s silk beneath callused fingers.

She allows it, she knows she played a role in all this. There’s something about a blistering heat and steam that scrambled the good logic of the mind and stirred deeper desires.

Is she wiling? She’s hesitant to let it go further, what could he really offer her? But if he wants spice . . . “Hmm,” she hums, practically growling, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, “Aren’t you a little old to be hitting on women my age?” here’s some spice.

---

@onyx
qe8Lxd59
718-7= 711

His hands raises in return, a familiar movement.

may i?

where most men would stop her from pulling away or simply invite themselves to take what they wanted, he asks. There’s a sense of respect there she appreciates and, therefore, it’s rewarded with a step towards him.

The sake cup in her hand is tipped to her lips, finished, and discarded beneath the water’s surface, “Yes.”

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KING WAYLAND
93f8Q_kT
787-52= 735

Is it though? Toni liked a good mystery, “guess it depends on who you ask,” she shrugs. It’s the pursuit in answering the question that is more exciting than the answer itself.

She meets his inspection with a small smile, standing to make it easier for him. Leaning back, she sits on the edge of the pool, droplets of water tracing down the curves he follows with his eyes, “Hm, doesn’t sound like I have much to offer then if you already have plenty.” 

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@onyx
gxO3ia5h
802-84= 718

He stops before her, standing in all his burly glory. Her head tilts, admiring. It is impressive, one can’t deny that. He's a titan looming over a little wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Her gaze slowly lifts after tracing over chiseled abs to meet his, “being strangers isn’t all bad – leaves some mystery,” she playfully suggests. Her head tilts the other way as she inquires about his last statement “getting along sounds boring. Don’t you like a spice in life?”

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@onyx
M18ssNhh
834-32= 802

yes

She smiles, letting the hand continue on its path. Her touch is gentle, just her fingertips are allowed to trace the marred skin. They follow the edges down, slow, meticulous. He can see it in her eyes, the way the reveres it for what it is: a king’s crown, a permanent mark that speaks to his strength and persistence.

Her palm flattens against his stomach, moving across it to his side as she begins to circle him. Toni takes her time, letting both her eyes and fingers admire what the world sees as defects, but she appreciates as much more.

”Impressive,” she whispers as she returns to her place in front of him, slowly withdrawing her touch.

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KING WAYLAND
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798-11= 787