OOC [18 +] Thy Lady and Lord OOC Discussion

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse smiled. Generally, she wasn't physically attracted to Orismer but nevertheless did not mind them, as long as they were well-mannered, which this male seemed to be. She thought for a moment about his drink inquiry and realized she knew nothing about the drinks that Rythe prepared. She clasped her hands together and gave the warrior a bright smile to cover the fact that she was clueless on what to tell him.

"Don't you worry yourself, good sir. If you would wait here I will bring you a drink that will very well knock out your memories from every life you've lived!"

She turned to go, but then took a moment to turn back.

"You seem cold, warrior. Feel free to use the fire or my girls to warm those bones.."

She gave him a wink then made her way to the bar. She saw her blonde-haired Nord from eariler and intentionally rubbed her body against his arm as she leaned across the bar.

"Rythe, darling, please mix up your strongest drink for the Orc warrior in the corner there. Oh! But no you-know-what this time, okay? You remember the last orc who came in contact with it..."

She was of course refering to the few drops of skooma that was added to the house's "strongest drink". Not too long ago an Orc warrior came in, had a tankard and nearly killed everyone. That was how the weapons and armor policy got put into place... Rythe nodded and turned away, glad to be out of the awkward, yet strangely satisfying conversation with Jorundr. Natesse turned to him, her eyes sparkling.

"So. Couldn't stay away, could you?"

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr rubbed his beard with hand and smiled towards the dunmer.

"The gods make us who we are for a reason, take it with courage and be proud of it."

He noticed that Natesse had walked up next to him and she pressed her thigh into his arm. He smiled inwardly and tightened his arm so she could feel the muscle flex. Jorundr looked up towards her and smiled devilishly.

"You got me, your beauty pulled me back."

 

[Osiris]

Kazaar thought about the Madame's offer of fire or a woman and a smirk grew on his weary face. "Hmm, Human woman don't do it for me..not at all," Kazaar thought to himself, "But an Orc or Elvish Woman, that could work." Suddenly he snapped out of his sultry fantasy. It was time to forget his misery and make the best out his situation. After all, Money was of no issue, when Kazaar was a bit younger he did mercenary work for the Jarl of Riften and Whiterun, keeping a good portion of his earnings for himself(Although giving the majority to his Tribe in Largashbur). The problem was: Finding a decent enough wench that would even consider bedding him. He was an Orc, and while Good Looking(In Orc standards), Humans and Elves thought differently. Kazaar moved himself to the Bar itself and sat a stool. There stood the Dunmer man. Kazaar thought he was rather interesting, being fairly feminine but also masculine at the same time, if that even made sense. He watched the Dark Elf prepare a very strong looking drink, most likely his."Dark Elf," Kazaar spoke up,"I didn't get your name. I am called Kazaar gro-Kush, Mercenary." Kazaar said, rather proudly. "Your bulky for an elf, what was your profession before becoming a Barmaster?"

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Rythe looked up in surprise when he heard the Orc address him. It was rare for a male patron to ask him about himself so the question caught him off guard. He replied, keeping his eyes on his work.

"Well...I was a hand-to-hand fighter in the Imperial City's arena. I grew up well enough in Skingrad but before long my mother decided to head to the Imperial City for reasons I still don't quite know...I think it was because my father walked out on us but I don't think that was all to it... The city was nice, but the people, particularly the other children my age ridiculed me for my looks. Not only was I slender, as my kind usually are, I was...soft. Girlish for a male. I took it rather hard and my mother, who spent her mornings in the tankard and her evenings in the arms of random men, was of no help."

He paused, reflecting sadly for a moment.

"So I fought. Not the ones who were causing me harm, but gladiators in the arena. I was offered weapons and any fighter was, but I refused. My rage wasn't sated unless I used my fists. I got injured, almost mortally at times, but I kept going because the ridicule didn't stop. It took years and years but eventually I became the Champion and the stinging words stopped, at least to my face. Behind my back, that is another story."

Rythe though about stopping here. He was certain the Orc didn't care to hear the next part but he was on a roll with baring his soul; why stop now? He handed the warrior the finished drink and sat on a stood behind the counter. He took a distracted look at Natesse and Jorundr; they were so into each other it was a surprise they hadn't been transported to their own dimension. He decided to continue.

"In the years I trained and fought in the arena, I had started an affair with a....another combatant. We tried to keep it between the two of us and we did for a long while. However...word eventually got out and we were exposed. We were both expelled from the arena, I was stripped of my title as Champion and left on the streets. I tried to go back to whatever home I had left but my mother...she...she hated me for my decision. It was hardly fair. One's worth should not be judged based on who they love."

His face darkened, and looked less feminine and more like an angry male Dunmer.

"I suppose it was morally okay for her to sleep with as many men as she liked, her bed rank with empty words and counterfeit emotions, while I am scum for loving someone more unconventional."

He sighed, the anger replaced by sadness.

"Still, she turned me away. It was just the two of us and..."

He stopped. He had gone way past the question the Orismer had asked and was now rambling. He muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I am sorry, you didn't ask all that. I answered your question a while back... I ramble sometimes. I just fought and trained in the arena for years and this body was the reward."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse grinned at Jourundr. She felt his strong muscles against her body and it made her pulse quicken. Such strength is a welcome addition to the bedroom...

"Well don't you have the silver tongue. Flattery, my good sir..."

She ran a finger down his arm.

"...will get you everywhere."

She sat down next to him, and crossed her legs, resting her elbow on the countertop, again using the pose to emphasize her bust. However, as much as she wanted his body, she was curious about this man. He seemed on the level; an honest, hard-working son of Skyrim. Why was he here, in Riften of all places? She decided to find out.

"Tell me. How did the winds of fate find you in my little house, hm?"

 

[Osiris]

Kazaar sat through the Dunmer's sad story and took a long gulp from his flagon, the strong drink sent a buzz down his spine and burned his throat.

"Rythe, Your story touches me, I too grew up without a Father.." Kazaar paused. "My Father was an orc chief in Nova Orsinium, He died fighting back Redguard and Breton Invaders during the Sacking..My Mother barely escaping with me craddled in her arms." Kazaar said rather coldly.

"If it wasn't for the Imperials escorting us to skyrim, I might as well be dead. My mother journeyed to the Stronghold of Largashbur, not too far from here. Her sister was Atub, the Wise Woman. I too was a fighter, being skilled in the arts of Fighting at a young age as custom with most Orcs. My Cousin, Yamarz however was not skilled, and rather tried to undermine me constantly."

Kazaar took another swig, preparing himself to speak of painful memories." Years go by, and My Mother falls ill, Atub's medicine could not save her, and she passed off into the Ashpit." Kazaar said with a strong hint of sadness. "It gets better though," Kazaar said with a surprise smirk." Yamarz becomes Chief, and fearing my skill, banishes me from the Tribe. Now I just go where Malacath takes me."

"But enough of this Talk, let us drink our troubles away!," Kazaar said in a Pleasant tone. "Have yourself a Drink, Elf..Its on me." Kazaar slammed a couple gold septims on the bar. "I must say though Rythe, you have turned out well for one that has endured a life of Hardships, perhaps you have some Orc blood eh," Kazaar merrily joked while taking another deep gulp."Now, t-tell me Dunmer," Kazaar said with a tone of intoxication," Who is that Orc lady, talking to the Half-ling over there?" Kazaar notioned to the Orc Barmaiden deep in conversation with the Mysterious Bosmer.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Rythe listened with a sympathetic ear to the orc's story. Banishment, and the loss of one's parents is never something pleasant. Even still, the jolly nature the warrior carried upon downing his drink did liven things up and take a damper off the moment. When he inquired about Barwen, Rythe's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline.

"Barwen? Yes, she is our barmaid, and chef. A damn fine one if I say so myself. She could chop the legs off a man and sell them back to him, roasted to perfection."

Rythe was hoping this fellow was not looking to bed Barwen. She certainly was not on the roster of available girls. At least, not in a business sense.

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr smiled as Natesse as she sat down next to him with the pose that put a lot of emphasize on her chest. He ran his eyes quickly down her body and then back up to her face. He heard some imperial making a remark and glanced back to see a man almost falling out of his seat to peak at Natesse's chest. Jorundr smiled at the man and turned back to Natesse to answer her question.

"I was finding a group of bandits who robbed a noble in Windhelm, found about four out of the five and killed them but lost the leader between here and Ivarstead. Gave up and found my way here after about two months of chase."

 

[Osiris]

"a Chef eh?" Kazaar said with Amusement, "In Orcish culture we don't do alot of cooking, she must be quite the catch around here," Kazaar implied in a postive manner, "She doesn't look one of the service women, although she might as well be," Kazaar joked,"She is rather stunning looking, but even I-I have the decency not to sway a woman away from her man." Kazaar stated, obviously intoxicated, Kazaar looked around and asked the Dunmer,"Heard any r..Rumors lately?"



It was strange, but the Orc enjoyed hearing about the quarrels of others, though it is said even Malacath enjoyed watching Mortals fight.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

She leaned in, oblivious to the other men who were trying to drink in her looks. She had eyes only for Jorundr.

"Such a brave, honorable man you are... Your lady is...most lucky."

She was obviously testing the waters, here. The irony of a man with a woman coming here wasn't very ironic at all. Many men from Riften took dips in Natesse's girls, if only for a change. However, Natesse was not an escort anymore; she was the mistress of the house and as such was not really paid to bed whoever came through. Her personal morals would not allow her to bed a married or otherwise unavailable man.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Rythe put a finger to his lips, thinking.

"Hm...not really, friend. Not too much talking goes on here, to be true. Most who come in want a girl and nothing more."

Rythe laughed heartily, feeling better than before.

"All we get in here is word of the Black-Briar's shaking someone down for coin..."

His eyes narrowed, thinking of the hateful shrew.

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr rubbed his beard softly and then moved his golden hair from his face. He had at one time had someone who would be his wife but fell victim to an assassin's blade.

"Surprisingly I have no lady. Never met the right lady I suppose."

He blanketed his face with a big smile that showed off his white teeth. The world wouldn't come to an end if Natesse didn't know that he once had a true lover.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Her eyes glittered.

"Is that so? I suppose it gets quite lonely at home then, hm?"

Boldy, she reached down and stroked his strong thigh, feeling the taunt muscles beneath her hand. She bit her bottom lip, her desire apparent.

"Or on the road...wherever you may be..."

 

[Ysmir]

He smiled at the word home, he sold his home years ago when he was young, ever since he's been a lone wanderer.

"Don't have a home, just where ever I lay my head."

He felt her hand on his thigh, he flexed his leg muscle so she could clearly feel the strength that Jorundr spent years working on. He placed a hand on her side as the two got closer and closer. He ran his hand down to her hips and let his hand rest there.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse smiled softly feeling his touch against her body. She was very close to him now, so close that her eyes went from his own, to his tempting lips, and back up to gaze at him.

"My door will be forever open to you, then... You shall have a bed here whenever you wish...You could even share mine, if you were so inclined..."

Rythe sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay you two, pack it in. If you're going any further with all this, take it away. I won't have the do done on this bar."

Natesse grinned; she knew Rythe was just joking, but all the same, he was right. She looked back at Jorundr, and gave him a inquiring look.

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr stood up and gave his hand towards Natesse

"Then Natesse, I accept your offer."

He smiled with his devil grin, the long hunt was over and now he was going to reap the rewards. He tried to not laugh after the dunmer spoke, after all it wouldn't be the first time he has laid with a woman on a bar table.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

She returned his smile with a sultry one of her own and lead him away, and up the stairs. He followed behind, seemingly entranced and when they reached the top of the landing, Natesse pulled him, quite literally, into her room. She shut the door and they were plunged into a pool of light, bright blue; she had a weak magelight spell hanging in the corner serving as a night-light of sorts. It's glow was relaxing, soothing, cooling. But there was no cooling Natesse off now. She lay passionate kisses upon Jorundr's lips, cheek, neck and shoulders, all the while pulling his shirt away from his body. She succeeded in pulling it over his head, his hair falling loose in the process. It fell to his shoulders in silky wisps, kissing his shoulders and tickling Natesse's cheek and forehead as she nuzzled into his neck.

She tossed the garment to the floor as he kicked off his boots, after which she backed the gorgeous man up to the end of the bed. It was large, sported two fluffy mattresses, a thick quilt and multiple pillows; that just might be enough to stifle the ferocity that was to occur on them... The silk curtains that were tied up on each post only added to the mystical appeal of this piece of furniture fit for a goddess. She shoved him in the chest and he fell on his back. As he pulled himself all the way on the bed, Natesse stood tall, and reached down for the hem of her gown, pulling it up and over her head; not surprisingly, she wore nothing underneath. The thin fabric slid gracefully over her body teasing her skin and already erect nipples. She shivered and tossed it on the floor with Jorunder's shirt, then climbed on the bed, crawling between his strong legs.

She made her way to his face and began to kiss him again, deeply, slowly, while running her delicate hand over his restrained manhood, which was most certainly ready to be freed... She grinned and pulled away. The way he was panting and looking at her indicated that she needed no say-so to proceed. She held up a hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Away."

The magelight slowly faded and the last thing Jorundr would clearly see was the look of pure lust upon the mistress' face.

 

[Ysmir]

Hours passed, the two never unlocked from each other's embrace till they both passed out from pure exhaustion. Jorundr was the first to wake, Natesse was still passed out with half a blanket on her and her soft bust exposed. He stretched in the bed and thought to himself. He never had laid with someone who was as fierce as Natesse in bed. He didn't want to wake the sleep woman so he uncovered himself and laid full naked on top of the sheets and waited till Natesse would wake from her short-time coma.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Downstairs, Rythe was exhausted. Everyone seemed to have fallen to a lull. The orc from before had passed out on the countertop and was now snoring and drooling on the fine wood. The khajiit had padded off into a corner, having found a roll of yarn and pawed it before falling asleep on the whole unraveled pile. Barwen and the Bosmer had nodded off together, leaning against the wall. Must've been a right interesting fellow, that one, Rythe thought.

He looked out the nearby window. It was well into early morning, around 7:00AM and he was running on very little sleep. Natesse really needed to get back down here and man the bar so he could rest... He sat back, and closed his eyes, just for a second... Then fell out completely on the floor, passed out, soft snoring escaping his lips.

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr lied motionless in the extremely large bed, Natesse was still sleeping but was now sleeping talking in her sleep but it was too quiet to be heard. He inched out of the bed and opened the silk curtain that separated the bed to the rest of the room. He looked out to see their thrown about clothes and a very well furnished room with a bathroom on the far side near the door.

"Perfect.."

He quietly tiptoed to the large bathroom. He found a bucket of clean water for washing and he stood near the drain as he dumped the bucket of cold water on his head. The water undid the braids in his hair and made it go straight, the cold water felt amazing. He could still smell himself and he didn't like it, luckily he had a bottle of crushed Dragon's Tongue in his pants. He sneaked back out to the room and grabbed the bottle and walked back in. He grabbed another bucket of water and placed it near him again. He opened the bottle and rubbed crushed plant on his body, he placed down the bottle and picked up the bucket and dumped another waterfall of water on his head.