Chalis uses some Illusion Perfume! Karis is wrapped in delusion! Amiti is wrapped in delusion!
The fighting, the yells of her friends, the clash of blades against armor, the building, the danger, the promise, everything lost meaning to her as soon as she breathed the vapor from that broken bottle.
She only cared for two things in that moment. One was the scent drifting on the air, surrounding her in its lush richness. The other, staring back at her with an awestruck expression she knew was similar to her own, was the most beautiful young man she had ever laid eyes on.
She tossed off her jacket, the circlet protecting her head (from what?), and the bracelets protecting her arms (from what?). He had daintily removed his own crown, set it aside, and was unfastening his sword belt when she reached for him to finish the job.
Their mouths met while they furiously and silently worked with one another's clothes, soft and moist as the mist from a waterfall, wrapped in that wonderful scent. They had to act quickly, or it would go away, and it would be terrible if it went away.
She straddled and rode him as quickly and silently as possible, they didn't need sounds or distraction right now, just one another and the sex and the scent, the urge as sudden as a storm.
It was fading. It was fading! She reached out with her powers and drew what she could of it nearer. Not yet, she wanted to beg, not yet! Not now, not ever!
His breathing was faster now, he was almost there but she wasn't ready yet, not yet, not now, please... and then he slipped a hand between their bodies, and she was swept away in waves of pleasure, even as he quietly shuddered his own like a leaf in a gale.
The scent faded.
In the meantime, Sveta and Rief had taken their places to finish the fight.
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Karis is wrapped in delusion!
Amiti is wrapped in delusion!
The fighting, the yells of her friends, the clash of blades against armor, the building, the danger, the promise, everything lost meaning to her as soon as she breathed the vapor from that broken bottle.
She only cared for two things in that moment. One was the scent drifting on the air, surrounding her in its lush richness. The other, staring back at her with an awestruck expression she knew was similar to her own, was the most beautiful young man she had ever laid eyes on.
She tossed off her jacket, the circlet protecting her head (from what?), and the bracelets protecting her arms (from what?). He had daintily removed his own crown, set it aside, and was unfastening his sword belt when she reached for him to finish the job.
Their mouths met while they furiously and silently worked with one another's clothes, soft and moist as the mist from a waterfall, wrapped in that wonderful scent. They had to act quickly, or it would go away, and it would be terrible if it went away.
She straddled and rode him as quickly and silently as possible, they didn't need sounds or distraction right now, just one another and the sex and the scent, the urge as sudden as a storm.
It was fading. It was fading! She reached out with her powers and drew what she could of it nearer. Not yet, she wanted to beg, not yet! Not now, not ever!
His breathing was faster now, he was almost there but she wasn't ready yet, not yet, not now, please... and then he slipped a hand between their bodies, and she was swept away in waves of pleasure, even as he quietly shuddered his own like a leaf in a gale.
The scent faded.
In the meantime, Sveta and Rief had taken their places to finish the fight.
What happened next was indeed terrible.
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A/N: I'm sorry, this was bad.