Today’s prompt selection was: Exhibitionism, Shibari, Tentacles. I have a few rope-based scenes but none which are specifically Shibari (although the Martina in my mind is very upset by this), so I went instead for Exhibitionism! Have a few scenes and one in particular which feels like a fun take on it?
In the very long project this excerpt comes from, I’ve actually rolled dice to determine people’s kinks: rolling first for general categories (Power/Structure, Body, and Action) and then for specifics within that category. Additionally, the first time someone encounters a new thing, they get a roll based on how they’ve placed in their category. Furthermore! Each person gets places on two axes for each of these: one that guides how much they like/need the thing, and one which guides how forward/open they are about the thing, which leads to a delightful varied spectrum.
All of which is to say it was somewhat happenstance that Naerwyl came out liking Exhibitionism as much as she did, and she’s as surprised as anyone else. (Ersufat was already a voyeur; he’d appeared in the TTRPG campaign which this story is a spinoff from, and his voyeurism was semi-important there). However, the specifics of the [roll each time you encounter something new] means that Naerwyl picked up a lot during the party…
Characters! This is set in a fantasy world; Arellan.
Ersufat is a human, an assassin, a thief, and an artist, amongst other things. He was the main character of Day 4: Voyeurism! He previously met Naerwyl and was very attracted to her (I rolled for that, too), but they didn’t hook up; he did, however, draw Naerwyl having some bodily experimentation with Bellick and Jenny (who you may recall from Day 3: Threesome, with Erris! It’s kinda a slutty party XD)
Naerwyl is an elf; a sort often known as a “High Elf”, who have associations with magic and with their kin (a lot of backstory behind this, but unimportant here). She is about a hundred which makes her pretty young for her kinfolk, and up until a couple of weeks before this excerpt, she had met… only one person in any meaningful fashion. She was raised by a reclusive and dedicated father; she was sent on many errands around town, for instance, but never got to know people and wasn’t really permitted any degree of self-exploration nor any agency (a lot of backstory behind this too but also unimportant here). She strikes a line between naivete and knowledge; very very smart, and quite knowledgeable, but inexperienced in a direct personal sense, and that is kinda important here. She’s also one of the more powerful mages on the planet – year for year, she’s in excess of anyone else – but she doesn’t know this yet. Slender, with long blonde hair and long thin ears that curl slightly, axially, along their lengths; her pale skin is slightly iridescent, and currently she’s lactating due to ending up with an unexpected baby (not due to birth, but other circumstance; a lot of backstory, but, once more…).
This excerpt involves a woman deliberately undressing for, and bathing and masturbating in front of, an artist who she entreats to draw her while she does so, so that she can explore the feelings of thrill that being seen inspire in her. If this doesn’t sound like fun to you, then feel no pressure to read!
Below the break are a selection of wistful descriptions of a sexy elf. Etcetera.
Ersufat got so caught up in his renditions that he barely noticed the approach of a person, and certainly didn’t pay them enough attention to decipher who the person was, until they gently cleared their throat.
“Hello. It’s me,” Naerwyl pointed a finger at herself. “Naerwyl.”
Ersufat nodded with a hum around a mouthful of cheese, spiced thin-shaved cured meat, and cracker, washing it down with a swig from his cup as Naerwyl stood seemingly awaiting a response. “Yeah, hello again love – you… need something?”
His eyes darted over her, and around a bit as well; nobody else was at her elbow, nor watching her from a distance as often tended to be the case when one warned another that yet another was an assassin and then observed nervously from a distance while the second confronted the third about that fact, at least in his experience.
The mostly likely answer laid in the table on which he was drawing, somewhat thoughtlessly, in that he hadn’t been intending to block the snack table from anyone else’s use – it was simply a convenient place to both eat some, and draw, but of course while there were other places at the table she could have grabbed from, not everything was accessible from every point of the table.
It was, after all, a fairly sizeable table.
“Sorry love, probably blocking your way here.” Ersufat chuckled, flipping his notebook and pencil away with a twist of the wrist and standing, sliding his chair away and then glancing to what it was he’d been blocking most; olives, in a trio of sorts in a trio of bowls, had been what were right in front of them. “Looking for the olives, love?”
Naerwyl tipped her head to one side, looking back at him still, then followed his gaze as he looked pointedly over to the olives. “Oh.” She tipped her head to the opposite side. “I see. That’s an olive, then? Interesting.”
Her eyes returned to his, and she shook her head. “No, I wasn’t looking for olives.”
Ersufat nodded, then snickered as a few seconds of silence brought no further explanation, and the gentle curve of a grin came to his lips. “Well, suppose I could keep guessing things, love – or you could just tell me what it is brought you over here, eh?”
“I had a question.” Naerwyl nodded, and Ersufat did as well. Nodded and then, a moment later, gestured her to continue – and a moment after that, gave word to the gesture and told her to go ahead with the question.
“Thank you.” She cleared her throat a little, tugging at one tip of one of her long, beautiful gently corkscrew-curling ears. “It may be an awkward question, both in format and subject matter, but… earlier, when you were drawing myself and Jenny and Bellick, you… well.”
Naerwyl let out a forceful, slow and measured breath, frowning slightly as her eyes dropped away and then rose to his: they held his gaze when she was speaking to him as a general rule, quite thoroughly, although his didn’t maintain nearly the same degree of focus and tended to flit around the place like nervous birds.
Old habits.
“I recognize that I have little experience in the matter and this seems to be a recurring situation lending credence to the prospect that I am to be considered inaccurate with my presumptions but- only through investigation can I provide proof in either direction-” Naerwyl cut herself off with a sigh, closing her eyes and shaking her head before tipping her head to one side and meeting his eyes again. “You were finished sooner than I expected.”
“Every lad loves hearing that,” Ersufat murmured to himself through a snicker and a smirk, before shrugging. “Well- I only thought you all seemed to be finishing up, love, and didn’t know if you wanted distractions around and all.”
“Well for documentation purposes-” Naerwyl blurted, the sounds themselves seeming to summon pinkness to her pale and slightly iridescent cheeks and cause her eyes to drop away, and somewhat surprisingly, stay there as Naerwyl’s cheeks reddened further and her words became furtive and swift. “I- also- maybe had grown excited about the prospect of a novel sort of non-contact sexual encounter and- and I- don’t know- um-”
She didn’t trail so much as tumble off into stammering nothing, a string of sounds devoid of any form or indication of meaning in any sense more explicit than “I don’t really know how to say what it is that I’m trying to say,” but Ersufat was a capable reader of people.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one took such things, he was also prone to fits of sarcasm.
“Well if I left before you were satisfied then I was definitely done too soon, love!” He snickered, the amused sound growing abruptly to outright laughter as Naerwyl’s stammering mouth shut solidly and her eyes widened and locked onto his again. Her mouth opened as if to respond, as if to deny maybe, but seemed unwilling or unable to actually say the words as she twisted her head even further to the side, nearly to the point of being horizontal.
“Alright, alright-” Ersufat held up his palms, snickering. “Sorry love, just having a bit of fun, no harm meant – but it’s true, as well, honestly. I’d no intentions of leaving you high and dry in any fashion, I only thought I wasn’t adding much to the experience and-”
“-but I told you I like being watched!” Naerwyl’s head began to tip even further in the same direction, beginning its journey into upside-down territory and, out of concern for her neck (amongst other things), Ersufat reached out to gently encourage it into beginning to tip in the opposite direction instead so it began to head back toward upright.
“That- yeah, fair, you did, love, but…” Ersufat sucked in a bit of air through his teeth, and then let it out in a swift sigh through his nose as he looked off to the side. “Honestly, I’ve not got much excuse love, other than that I suppose I’m used to dealing with folk less honest and straightforward outside of certain situations and reflexes can be wrong sometimes but- well, I made an assessment and it turns out I was wrong, and I’ll gladly apologize for it.”
“Well you don’t have to apologize for that I mean everyone’s wrong sometimes,” Naerwyl gushed, the words rushing out of her in one long stretched-out string of sound.
“Not for being wrong then, but for leaving before it was you actually wanted me to, how’s that?” Ersufat raised an eyebrow, grinning wide. “Leaving you unsatisfied – although, if that’s my sin, love, I can think of an easy rectification? After all, I’ve got my pencil here, and-”
“Apology and planned rectification accepted!” Naerwyl grabbed at his hand and pulled gently but firmly at it, as if her intention was to help him to his feet as much as to show him where it was she wanted him to go.
She needn’t have done either, as Ersufat – slightly stunned though he was – needed no aid in standing, and very much was in agreement as to where it was he wanted to go as well. It was nice to hold her hand for a minute though, warm in his and slender, soft overall but with telltale light callouses that he would expect from a scholar or an alchemist; the pads of the thumb and forefinger and the upper part of the palm on one hand, from holding a quill or pencil and from using a mortar and pestle.
It was an interesting way to get to know someone, through their hands: from the string-callouses on the fingertips of lute-playing bards, to the palm callouses of labourers splitting wood or stone, one could tell a lot about a person by way of their hands, even in structure alone and ignoring action. Action was, however, at least in the opinion of Ersufat Kint, slightly more an enjoyable way to get to know someone’s hands.
Shared desires, in the sense of their alignment rather than their identical nature, led the pair to the third room. Ersufat’s eyes darted around, taking in options swiftly as Naerwyl seemed to pause in similar consideration: there were three nearly-identical alcoves each consisting of a similarly-sized bed and maybe a couple of other piece of furniture wherein they slightly differed, at least one other sitting place in each such as a chair, and perhaps a side table or wardrobe put there as much because they had to go somewhere as to genuinely be used. In addition to those three, there was an alcove meant for bathing with a large washbasin and a wardrobe and chair, and the corner where the door to the hallway was located had a settee and a couple of chairs that Ersufat had previously seen Iolanda and a pair of party newcomers, Geraldo and Angus, making creative use of – lastly, there was of course the main, central section, which was a bit larger and had a couch and a couple of chairs, and Ersufat had seen it being used for several purposes over the night.
Various options presented various upsides.
“If you like being seen, love…” Ersufat gestured around with a shrug and his suggestion, to the couch and chairs that would’ve been in immediate and clear sight of anyone entering the room, and Ersufat had certainly seen people joining in as an audience on them.
He could feel Naerwyl’s hand tense up a bit, aligning with a shift of her shoulders which spoke of a shiver; her jaw and throat shifted, swallowing as her wide eyes studied the scene, but she hesitated a moment and then shook her head, small but swiftly. “A- thrilling concept admittedly and one which I believe warrants further exploration given its suggestion’s effects on me, but I think- for initial experimentation, a more um… controlled? Environment?”
Ersufat shrugged his agreement, or acceptance, it hardly mattered which, as Naerwyl tipped her head to the side, muttering thoughtfully to herself. “Perhaps- I… suppose I needn’t worry over wasting time with excessive hygiene anymore, and beyond simply hygiene there’s something to be said for warm water’s capacity for luxuriation…”
“Not sure it’s really that warm, love.” Ersufat’s eyes flicked to the washbasin as he pointed that out: it was plumbed but only with a single spigot which didn’t have the look of supplying hot water to him.
“Easily adjusted.” Naerwyl made a gesture with faintly-glowing hands as she stepped in that direction, and light wafts of steam began to lift from the water as a few bubbles across its surface dissolved. “Alongside purification, of course.”
“Of course,” Ersufat snickered, cutting in front of her to slide into the small area’s chair. He crossed one leg over the other, creating a bit of a table upon which to rest his notebook, and his first quick sketch of Naerwyl was one of her face of slight surprise and confusion as she looked at him.
“Should I- um.” Naerwyl cleared her throat. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before, I don’t really know… how to.”
“Lucky for you bathing’s not that complex love,” Ersufat started with a smirk, and Naerwyl cut him off with a laugh as he’d expected.
“No I’ve bathed before!”
“I figured, love,” Ersufat snickered, grinning as he looked her over and then shrugging. “Don’t think there’s any wrong way, love – do what you like, how you like. For my side of things, I’d gladly watch you do just about anything: undress yourself, bathe yourself, touch yourself, do a dance, or just sit there smiling love – or whatever else. Truth told…”
Ersufat sucked a bit of air in through his teeth, lips curling back to accentuate the gesture into something like a reticent hiss before he let out a short, sharp sigh and shrugged again. “Truth told, love, I think you’re quite bloody gorgeous and would gladly see – and draw – you just about anyhow in just about any situation.”
Naerwyl gushed a loose assortment of sounds as she tugged the tip of one of her long and curlicued ears down, blush spreading from her cheeks and neck; it sounded like she was trying to say thanks whilst at the same time asking if he was being genuine, and maybe a few other things as well, but sounded like it in the sense that it was as if all of the words had been made out of clay and then thrown together into one big messy ball which made distinguishing any given bit of one from any piece at all of any of the others next to impossible.
Ersufat’s eyes – and his grin – darted back and forth between Naerwyl’s blush before him and his attempts to render it on the page, devoid of colour but scraping a hint of soft charcoal onto her cheeks with one fingernail scratched against his pencil and then smudging it with his fingertip instead.
He flipped the notebook around, grin widening at the way Naerwyl gasped and her already-wide eyes opened even further. Her mouth worked silently and openly for a few seconds, its corners pulling toward a smile, before she suddenly gushed a laugh and gestured to the page. “It- looks like I’m not wearing a shirt!”
Ersufat flipped the notebook around and glanced at it, eyebrow raised, and indeed it did, at least in a sense. He’d sketched in a pair of quick curves for Naerwyl’s shoulders, mostly as a way of centring and grounding her head rather than having it simply a floating face and to provide some connection for the hand which rose to tug at her ear-tip, and swiftly as he’d been rendering the scene, he hadn’t bothered going back over to add in any of the lines and swoops of fabric.
Of course, if he’d been drawing any more than just her shoulders, it would have taken less time to do so with her clothing on, but he recognized that a lot of that lay in his own personal preferences.
He opened his mouth to explain, or potentially to make a joke, he hadn’t quite decided as he took a breath to do one or the other, but his decision shifted sharply an instant later to nothing at all as Naerwyl’s hands started to undo the buttons of her shirt.
She kept staring directly at him as she did, her eyes locked on his and his darting away the minimum amount he felt like he could afford in order to keep drawing – watching her fingers easily and deftly undo button after button before glancing down to his notebook and pencil to make sure they were doing at least an adequate job of taking in the scene as well – and her blush seemed to increase as she went, but she didn’t seem to actually be embarrassed by it in any sense of hesitation or worry.
“Bloody gorgeous love,” Ersufat murmured as Naerwyl shrugged her shirt off and swiftly folded it without looking down, setting it on a small table off to the side, and the words made her giggle and grab at the tip of her ear again, her shoulders drawing in tight and pressing against the sides of her chest; it looked fantastic.
Looked even better a moment later when she’d removed her bra. Ersufat bit at his own tongue as he drew, Naerwyl pulling down one of her ear-tips with one arm crossed underneath her breasts, and she gasped a peculiar noise when he showed her the drawing.
“I… I really like this.” Her words were barely whispered as she stared unblinkingly at the page. “Is that- selfish? Vain? I think I’ve heard of that.”
“Don’t think it could be considered anything wrong to think someone as attractive as you’s sexy, certainly, love.” Ersufat chuckled as he sketched out a quick rendition of how Naerwyl looked at herself, in a second notebook, before taking the first back as she stood and continued undressing, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her long legs before following them with her purple silken panties.
“Is- so it-” Naerwyl cleared her throat, standing naked in front of him and looking slightly uncertain but only in a sense of not knowing where to go; she looked like she was eyeing several paths through the plains, not scared of going but just uncertain as to which way to follow, but only for a moment. Only a moment before she cleared her throat, nodded, and met his eyes, tipping her head slightly to one side. “It’s… arousing to you, seeing me like this?”
“Very much so, love.” Ersufat’s grin widened a little at the slight shiver that rippled through her. “And for you? Arousing to be seen like this?”
“A wide range of the current situation’s qualia, data, and context seem to be arousing me.” Naerwyl shivered again. “Yes, it’s- thrilling to be seen. To have you looking at me. To- to know that- you’re getting aroused looking at me-”
Her words got noticeably less smooth as she spoke, and her posture tensed; elbows pulling in tighter to her side, one hand half-clenching against her thigh, and Ersufat’s eyes darted to all of that as much as to anything else while his pencil swept at the gentle curve of her thigh.
“Could go ahead and do something about that if you like, love.” Ersufat’s eyes flicked to hers, hungrily and hopefully.
Naerwyl’s eyes held his firmly, heatedly, as she nodded. “I think I’d like that, yes.”
Slowly, her hand tickled across her own upper thigh, and Ersufat’s eyes stayed fixated on her fingertips for a few long-feeling seconds as they inched closer before stroking across her slit as she let out a sigh – and then slid one of her feet out to the side to give her fingers slightly freer access.
Standing really wasn’t ideal for that sort of thing, though, and Ersufat only had time to take down a quick rough sketch (to be polished up later) before Naerwyl shifted, pulling herself up to sit on the foot-wide ledge that surrounded the washbasin’s lip, a good place to set a drink or a bar of soap.
Or an elf, for that matter, and Naerwyl sat for a second with her knees together and fingers wrapped around the ledge’s edge before she took a breath and spread her knees apart, one hand drifting between her legs to slide a pair of fingers into herself.
“F- shit-” she gasped and gushed as her head dropped back, and Ersufat felt a shiver ripple through his core. Ideally, perhaps, a model might have spent substantial durations on any given pose – would have spent long moments holding still to let their artist draw, and in anything active would have carried out the action slowly if not pausing completely in the middle where possible.
To draw someone having a wank, it would have been ideal (or at least, one type of ideal) to have them start and then pause, hand frozen on their shaft or fingers stilled halfway in and halfway out of themselves (or both, depending), or sliding along their slick skin or whatever else, to give time to draw, to paint, to do whatever else was required for the art.
What Naerwyl did was entirely a different type of ideal.
She didn’t pause at anything, and spent no time dwelling or slowly lingering – as soon as her fingers slid into herself they were heavily at work, plunging in and out so swiftly Ersufat could hear the gentle slap of her hand against wet slick skin and ached to be the one making that sound himself, but found himself thrillingly fulfilled regardless by simply being able to both watch and to draw.
She didn’t spend long lingering moments on much of anything at all, and Ersufat only barely had enough time to get down the rudiments of the scene – Naerwyl’s already pale skin pure white on the knuckles of the hand which gripped the ledge’s edge while her other hand buried itself between her legs – before she shifted, planting a foot up on the ledge.
“Sorry it g- ghaa- gives better access to- fuck-” Naerwyl gasped, hand still moving swiftly, seemingly as unwilling to pause for herself as she was to pause for Ersufat, and his grin widened at that even as it shivered due to his lust.
“Don’t apologize, we want you having the best access to fuck you can, love,” he snickered somewhat unsteadily, quick sharp motions of pencil on paper seeking to catch the fervent swiftness with which Naerwyl fingered herself. “Gives me better access to see anyway.”
Naerwyl let out a rough moan. Her free hand dug fingernails into her thigh for a moment, drawing a groan from her throat before it rose to her breast and clenched tightly, squeezing out a small dribble of milk to trickle alluringly over the back of her hand, her nails leaving little crescent-shaped markings in their wake.
“Y-you like watching me- mmnn- f- ff- ffha-finger myself?” Naerwyl half-stammered and half-shuddered through her query, although it wasn’t really a question; rhetorical in phrasing and in tone, it was extended with a degree of questioning, though, or at least a modicum of offering. A way of deepening the interaction, and one which Ersufat gladly took up on.
“Bloody love it, love,” Ersufat sighed warmly. “Have me shaking like a scurvy sailor in ten minutes, you would – and that’s definitely a compliment.”
A full, throaty, rough noise the spelling of which Ersufat couldn’t guess at erupted out of Naerwyl’s throat. “I l-like it too I like you watching me it feels- so good? N- knowing you’re watching and- thinking that it’s making you ha- har- sh- shit shit fuck- ah!”
Naerwyl’s knee lurched inward, her whole body half-doubling inward as she gushed out a series of rough half-shouts and Ersufat’s knuckles strained with his attempts to get it all down on page; the look of Naerwyl’s face drawn in exquisite ecstasy, the muscular tension standing out through her thigh and her belly and neck, the way her nails plunged into the flesh of her breast.
A slow, strained groan crept out of Ersufat’s nose as he scribbled and Naerwyl convulsed, gradually getting herself under control until she flashed him a smile, panting, and shivered. “Th-that was very good thank you. I-”
“Think we should get at least a bit of you actually in the bath, love, since we’ve gone to all the trouble of heating it now.” Ersufat’s words leapt in in advance of what he expected was going to be the sort of thanks that led to a goodbye, and of course he wouldn’t push the point.
“Wasn’t really any trouble, it’s a very minor spell,” Naerwyl laughed, gesturing to the lightly-steaming tub.
Ersufat nodded, sucking a bit of air through his teeth. “Mm, fair, fair enough love – well, truth told I just wanted to get a chance to see a bit more of you, but suppose you’re right and I should be going-”
“W-no!” Naerwyl’s eyes widened, her hand stretching out toward him and then pulling back in to her chest apologetically. “Or- sorry, no, of course, you- you want to get off to the rest of the party, obviously, I-”
“Not half as much as I want to stay here with you, at least not at the moment,” Ersufat shrugged, neither particularly used to nor particularly uncomfortable with genuine truth. Some thieves avoided it at all costs, and some stuck to it in every instance they could; Ersufat had the relationship with truth that he had with sandwiches, which was to say that he considered it to be a valid option in many but not all scenarios and gave it little thought past that.
“Well then- let’s do that,” Naerwyl nodded firmly. “Because- yes, the bath- and… and also I would just like to experiment further with this,” she admitted with a soft sigh, “and just… experience it more?”
“No complaints from me, love.” Ersufat grinned. “Far from it. Getting off to you sounds much better’n getting off to the party anyway.”
He relished in every moment of it; sketching swiftly as Naerwyl slid into the bath, as she made a show at his suggestion of washing herself, conjuring up some bubbles and a sponge with a gesture and a few murmured words and then spending a few minutes wiping at her arms, her legs, her breasts, as Ersufat went through the points of two pencils in his drawing and had to set them aside to be resharpened later.
He certainly wasn’t going to suggest pausing things to do it then.
They took it in turn to suggest, gently guiding activities – proposing and counter-proposing, working together yet independently; gradually working from an artful representation of the practical aspects of bathing, through to a longer exploration of its erotic aspects.
Ersufat was surprised but not in the slightest off-put when Naerwyl hesitantly suggested that she would like to see how much of an effect she was having on him. “F-firsthand, perhaps, as- it seems to provide a useful metric and-” she gasped slightly, her eyelids fluttering as she stroked the sponge at the inside of her thigh, sitting on the side of the bath with her blonde hair slicked wet down across her chest. “And I want to see it. To see if- if maybe- you’re hard because of me. Please. If that’s okay with you? Please?”
Ersufat was many things, and had been accused of many more, including amongst them ‘brat’ and ‘bastard’, and perhaps those weren’t wholly inaccurate. He liked to think he pulled back from at least the latter when it was truly important, though.
…even if it sometimes meant a bit more of the former sneaking through.
“Mm, could be considered quite a sizeable request, love,” Ersufat pointed out, without clarifying that while it could have been he wouldn’t consider it as much and would’ve gladly offered already save for not wanting to overstep one of society’s many vague lines – he didn’t let Naerwyl get out anything more than the barest stammered beginnings of explanation or apology, though, before continuing. “Think it’s one I’m more than happy to grant, love. Especially if it’s something you want.”
Naerwyl gently laughed some thanks as he stood, undoing his pants enough to let them slip down a bit, and she tipped her head to one side as her eyes dropped to his hard shaft. It looked like the blush in her cheeks bled a little higher up into her ears.
She alternated between looking at his cock and looking at his eyes as she began to masturbate again, and Ersufat made sure to get both on paper; Naerwyl staring heatedly back up at him as she plunged fingers into herself, as well as leering lustfully and scrutinously at his crotch as she seemed to experiment, fingering herself furiously for a few seconds and letting out a rough shout which Ersufat could feel making his cock tense up, before she dropped back to more teasingly toying with herself, making herself whimper and Ersufat’s cock occasionally twitch.
He sketched out full scenes, but also small cameos of dozens of things more dotting around them at the edges of the page: Naerwyl’s fingers twisting tightly in her hair, clutching nails at her own ribs, her breast, her thigh. Her finger sliding teasingly across her clit, and two of them plunging into her hole. Her lips bit tightly together and stretched wide around the vowels of ecstatic shouts. Her eyes, closed firmly shut and stretched wide, staring directly into his eyes or excitedly watching how his cock reacted to her erotic displays. Drips of water or milk trickling down her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her face.
“Th-the only problem I think is that it is somewhat more difficult to determine an end point,” Naerwyl shivered, one hand splashing a bit of water over her chest and onto her face.
It was offered as a point of comparison, without her clarifying what she was comparing to – Ersufat presumed she meant masturbation at home, when one would probably stop after having gotten off. Maybe a couple of times, depending on one’s proclivities and capacities, but there felt like a natural lull in activities at some point which would be taken as a branching-off point to other things.
“Think it can be over whenever you like, love,” he shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d probably stay here for hours with you, but I think we’d both be getting some hand cramps by then.” She giggled as he snickered at the joke, and as her hand slid free from between her legs, it seemed like an unspoken agreement that things were reaching their conclusion.
“It’s been a wonderful and fulfilling experimentation, thank you!” Naerwyl held out her hand to shake and Ersufat took it, shivering slightly at the fact that her fingers were still shining with her own slickness.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, love,” he murmured, his eyes darting briefly down to her hand as he took it, shook it, and then pulled it gently toward his mouth to press a kiss to its back. She didn’t pull away, and he took in a deep breath of her scent through his nose as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, making him lightheaded in a fantastic way.
“F’you’re in the mood or market to experiment more – or you just want a few more drawings – I’ll be in the area a while.” Ersufat shrugged, and grinned as Naerwyl nodded excitedly.
“Oh, I think that would be quite enjoyable! Are you open to drawing other things? There are several I think I could make use of the talent regarding – um, maybe drop by the Courier’s Guild at some point? I’m the Head Mage there,” Naerwyl explained, laying a hand on her (still bare) chest.
Ersufat chuckled, agreeing to stop by. “Don’t have a fixed address at the moment anyway love,” he shrugged, doing his pants up again, “so might be best me coming to you to start – and if the mood strikes you for more of this or whatever else throughout the party, go ahead and grab me as well, yeah?”
He grinned, waving as she slid out of the bath, and he watched for a second as she started to get dressed – and then for another moment as she finished and walked away, because while having accidentally left earlier than expected previously had, admittedly, gone a way that he would have called well for him, he still didn’t wish to repeat it.
It was, after all, not the most polite thing to do, and certainly not to do deliberately.
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