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2010 November 24
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Third Time's the Charm
Suraksha mmms lazily again, blinking dreamily as her head starts clearing from the lovely languor of orgasm. She purrs softly, "That was incredibly, intensely lovely, Bringer... thank you." She laughs quietly, then adds in relaxed teasing, "Is this where I get to hear your ocarina, mmm? Or are we going to admire those errant masculinities?" She registers with abrupt clarity how the manitou's eyes track on her wrist... and she smiles, tucking her hand into her lap. She figures waving her hand back and forth in front of his face would be both a rampant tease... and rude, since she has no desire to be fed from.
The manitou's eyes follow the hand, and he laughs, a rolling sound, "I think perhaps I should play for you. It will help me keep my wits about me."
Suraksha's lips curl into a rich smile, "Your wits need keeping? Oooh, are they escaping?" Her voice is a teasing purr. Then she blinks at a sudden thought: the manitou's name is Bringer of Night and Passion. So... what has that to do with blood? Curiously she murmurs, "Bringer, dear... why blood? It's not an emotion, nor the night, after all... right?" She sounds even more thoughtful, "And Fantine... why did you mention her, please?" She’s absently tracing the fingertips of one hand along the skin visible at Jerome's open collar; she likes the feel of his body warmth.
Bringer laughs softly and says, "They're doing their damnedest to run away and hide in the folds of this lovely thing you're wearing." The question about blood comes just as he's using his hip to nudge open the door to the master bedroom. It's not as palatial as Roy's apartment, but it is very spacious, with a cozy sitting area as well as the sleeping area and a pair of large, shuttered doors that likely lead to a balcony, "Blood is essence, sweet-soul."
Suraksha laughs softly, letting her fingertips trace lightly along his neck; if he likes drinking blood then maybe he'll like being caressed along the throat too? "Mmm, my sari?" She tilts her head and chuckles softly as she studies how it has been simply wrapped about her, "Well, I'm not sure this can be called wearing it, precisely... but thank you!" She giggles, then grins as she casually rubs her head gently under the manitou's chin, "Is essence part of hunger, then?" It's a curiously cat-like gesture, and very naturally done.
Bradley's eyes go heavy-lidded as she caresses along the skin there, feeling his own pulse as it races, "It is the best way to feed a hunger and sate it quickly..." He laughs softly as she nuzzles beneath his chin, moving to lay her carefully on the large captain's bed in the raised sleeping area, "Just as whiskey will set you drunk more quickly than beer." He moves with deliberate slowness as he shrugs out of his jacket and begins unbuttoning his waistcoat.
Suraksha smiles lazily as Bradley lays her down, letting her fingers trail away from his skin slowly, as if reluctant to lose the connection. As he starts to undress, she rolls with languid grace to one side, the silken sari shifting and sliding over her skin until it drapes her suggestively. Flashes of her slender body show through, much like her wrist flickered through the bangles and bracelets. She brings the long, beaded necklace up to her scarlet lips, slowly running the tip of her tongue over one of the semi-precious-stone beads as she watches Bradley disrobe. Her smoky golden eyes are half-lidded as she purrs teasingly, "Then I should think blood wouldn't do that much for you... if it's over that fast, mmm?"
Bradley laughs and lets his shirt and waistcoat drop to the ground at his feet. His eyes slide over the very feminine and alluring curves of her body beneath the silk and then rest on her mouth and the beads, murmuring, "Sometimes one eats simply to sate a hunger so one can go on living. Sometimes one is careful to savor every nibble... every lick..." He kicks off his shoes and begins to unfasten his trousers, pausing with a wicked smile as he says, "And sometimes one is lucky enough to be able to combine necessity with pleasure." He pauses, watching her closely, enjoying the expression on her face and growling softly as he realizes she truly enjoys looking at him as well.
Suraksha's grin gets mischievous, and she deliberately nibbles and licks the little bead with intensely focused sensual enjoyment, her soft lips curled up at the corners. The manitou is certainly worth watching; she's happy to make sure she's worth savoring as well, for him. She purrs relaxedly, "Surely you don't let your hungers languish... unsated, mmm? Such a shame not to enjoy one's meals..."
Bringer watches her mouth very closely as he finishes disrobing, moving to put one knee on the bed and lean over her. The planes of his torso are muscled and strong, chest and stomach lightly covered with dark hair. "As I said, it is good when I can combine them. I enjoy the intimacy of a blood feeding, and it does not drive those that let me feed from them to quite the same place as this sort of feeding." He is quite taken by her deliberate teasing.
Suraksha's eyes are sparkling with pleasure as he leans over her. She holds the beaded necklace lightly between her teeth, freeing up her hand to reach out and run appreciative fingers through the hair on his chest. Her purr slips from between ruby lips, carefully articulated around the necklace, "Best for me, then, to stick with this sort of feeding, mmm?" She laughs softly, rolling slowly back in clearly sensual invitation, like a cat.
The manitou stretches out over her until his hips are nestled against her body, making his arousal unmistakable and letting him claim a long and languorous kiss from her. His voice is soft, "You have a mouth like a plum. I want to devour it." One hand is sliding beneath the silk again, simply wanting to feel the heat of her skin.
Sulochana smiles as she rests her lips against his, whispering, "Make love with me, Bringer... I want to feel your ecstasy as well..."
He laughs again, softly, as he lays several kisses along her throat and breasts, "Perhaps you should drink from me, then..." He has already moved, sliding his hips between her thighs and using his body to roll her onto her back. The moment more than a few inches of his skin is touching hers, however, the teasing is gone. He only has a little time with her and he will glut himself on her beauty while he can. The wave of hunger that comes with his next kiss is breathtaking and he wraps her in darkness and desire even as he sheathes himself in her lotus.
The manitou glories in being able to unleash himself to the full and pulls her with him into the endless moment. Suraksha moans with pleasure, arching up to meet her lover and pull him in closer to her. Her limbs wrap lithely abut him, and when his head lowers enough she growls with her own hunger, nibbling and nipping lightly at his ear. She doesn't know what ‘supernaturalness’ she might drink of him, past the sexual energy they both create together -- but right now that feels like drinking from a fire hose! She does her urgently aroused best to feed some of it back to him, in an effort to share the toe-curling ecstasy.
Since his lover wants to feel his passion, Bringer doesn't hold himself back from the edge as much as he might in another time or place. Instead he simply pours his hunger into her and drinks in her passion and delight, growling out with the pleasurable feedback loop it creates until he feels himself rising to crescendo and his entire body seems to be made of liquid lightning, searing an afterimage of pleasure into both their minds for an instant before he slowly lets himself collapse, half-rolling to keep from crushing the woman in his arms. It takes a few moments before Bringer can stir himself enough to whisper, "I see what you mean by feeding it back, sweet-soul."
Suraksha's soft laugh is slightly groggy, and her eyes are still blissful from passion. She's out of words just now, so she contentedly rubs her cheek against his, making a dreamily pleased noise. It sounds like he enjoyed it, she thinks? He kisses the slopes of each of her breasts before laughing warmly, "And now I can relax and really enjoy the next bout." The manitou returns the nuzzle and whispers, "Thank you for that gift."
Suraksha's lazily content smile widens as she raises her hands enough to run her fingers languidly through his hair. She pulls her thoughts together with a sharp mental yank, then purrs, "Yesss... because the next bout is my turn to do lovely naughty things to you, mmm?"
Bringer's eyes flash golden in the low light; the all-encompassing darkness has lifted a bit, "Oh, I would very much enjoy that, sweet-soul. And maybe then we can play together. Music, of course." Sulochana smiles lazily, then takes a moment to recover before turning to her manitou lover. She's in no hurry, since she knows men usually need a bit of time to recover physically... plus this will give her a chance to tease her lover into yet more excitement and arousal. Considering how much he enjoys her hungers, she's also rather languidly (and happily) letting her own enticements grow.
A couple of hours later she's curled relaxedly between Bradley's legs, her smile as contented as the cat that ate the canary. She does love seeing her lover sprawled with limp contentment there before her. Bringer had been careful at first not to be too grabby, but his hands had reached down to caress the silken fall of her dark hair and her shoulders. Several times he was driven to hold onto her head or hair, but never painfully. Being indulged and teased in such a way allows him to give full voice and free rein to his own hunger. He growls and purrs and moans in encouragement and, as it did the first night, the darkness draws around them until she teases him that she wants to see him -- and then it lifts enough for them to see one another.
As she sprawls there with the playfully smug smile on her face, he soaks up her satisfaction in his pleasure and in her own skill. Sulochana sighs happily, idly stroking his inner thigh as she licks her lips, then murmurs, "How're you feeling, handsome? Want to curl up a bit?" Her eyes sparkle teasingly as she adds, "Or do you want to try making some more beautiful music together?" The manitou can feel both her mostly-sated and pleasurable hunger for his sexual enjoyment -- and hers as well -- as well as her bright, delighted anticipation of making a lovely musical duet with him. She laughs softly, her silky hair shifting over his bare thighs as she carefully stretches and grins up at him, "Pity you don't have some music here already, so we could dance too!"
Bringer growls wordlessly and sits up enough to get his hands under her arms and pull her up over his body, making a wordless happy sound as her skin drags over his. Sulochana laughs as she's drawn up Bradley's body, and she trails her fingers teasingly along him at the same time. He settles her to sit on his stomach, one hand on her hip as the other reaches to his bedside table and comes out with a small porcelain instrument in the shape of an owl; the mouthpiece is the bird's tail. ‘Chana curls up contentedly on his front, purring as she teases him with the tufty end of her beaded necklace, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She glances around, wondering where his daughter keeps her guitar -- she'd love to play along with him.
It's with obvious reluctance that the manitou takes his hand off her hip and brings the pipe to his lips; then he closes his eyes and begins to play. The song is old and plaintive, and ‘Chana has heard Sabrina sing it before. Sometimes the other woman uses lyrics about a woman in green sleeves, and sometimes it’s about the Kristos lying in his mother's lap. At the sound of the music her eyes widen in delight -- she'd been wondering if he'd know that very song just earlier today! She listens with silent enjoyment as he plays; she's willing to wait to create more beauty with him, and just savor the beauty of the delicate little instrument first. She does have to stop herself once or twice from humming along -- she loves the song.
As the song trails off, the manitou breathes a long sigh of contentment. "Why did you not sing, sweet-soul?"
Suraksha rubs her chin in lazy pleasure along his chest, smiling with half-lidded eyes, "I wanted to prolong the anticipation, dear man. I'm not familiar with ocarina, and I wanted to hear it... its strengths, its weaknesses, and your passion with it, you know?" She grins teasingly, "Also, I wanted to borrow your guitar and play along with you, if I might?"
Bringer grins at her and trails one hand along the curve of her breasts, fluttering them over her nipples, "Downstairs. Drawing room." He looks around the room, lips pursed, "Want to stay here." There's a bell-pull by the bed and he eyes it speculatively.
Suraksha raises a curious eyebrow at how abruptly terse his vocabulary has gotten -- almost like Alg, in a way. Does his non-human brain process things that differently? Fascinating, if so. She shivers and laughs in lazy enjoyment as he caresses her, then smooths the flat of her palm over the hard planes of his chest. Her voice is low and soothing, "We can stay here if you prefer, lover. I can just sing. What would you like?" She adds gently, "Are you feeling well?"
Bringer closes his eyes and breathes deeply several times before opening them again and smiling at her, "Forgive me, sweetheart; I sometimes regress when I am deeply relaxed. Let me retrieve the guitar." He starts to shift her gently off his body.
Suraksha rests her hands on his wrists, her smile quietly affectionate, "Bringer, sweet man, I'm not asking you to talk pretty. If you're more comfortable 'regressing,' as you say it, then I wish you would, please?" She strokes her fingers through his hair as she smiles and adds, "I just wanted to be sure I wasn't doing something bad for you, you know?"
The man looks less suave, tousled and nude as he is, but he still has an air of gravitas about him. "You have been nothing but wonderful."
Suraksha's expression softens at the utter sincerity in Bradley's voice, and she hugs him impulsively, "Thank you, sweet man." She leans to brush a gentle kiss on his forehead, then adds with a smile, "Do you want to duet with me on guitar? Or shall I simply stick to voice, so you don't have to get up?"
Bradley grins broadly at the kiss, "It will make you happy. You hunger for it. I'll return soon." He slides out of the bed and pulls his trousers on, pulling his braces up and not bothering to fasten the trousers before he pads barefoot from the room. Suraksha watches him leave with frank appreciation on her face -- that is a fine looking body the manitou uses! She laughs softly at her thoughts once he's left the room, taking a moment to look around and assess herself and her environment. A few quick changes and tidying up... and she smiles, pleased. She really enjoys presenting a lovely picture for her clients, and when she knows the hunger she inspires actually helps... she's very happy to help as much as she can.
When Bringer returns, the Hetaera is curled up at the head of his bed, with the sari casually draped partially across her in suggestively delicious disarray. Her hair is a soft, shadowy curtain over part of her face, and her lovely jewelry glitters, drawing the eye to warm, smooth skin and well-shaped limbs. She's fascinatedly studying the little ocarina, turning it over in her small hands, and she looks up with a delighted smile when the manitou walks in, "Bringer of Night and Passion... do you have an owl form?"
He returns with the guitar and stops dead in his tracks at sight of her. The hunger on his face is frank. It is obvious as he walks as well, not only in the hints of bare skin that show beneath the carelessly worn trousers, but in the prowling grace of his gait and the set of his shoulders as he stalks toward her. He smiles widely, eyes glinting, "Yes. Or partially. Owls are silent night hunters." Suraksha smiles with slow pleasure, watching him return to her. She sets the ocarina aside and holds out an arm to him in welcome. He pauses to doff the pants before sliding into the bed and her embrace in one smooth gesture. It ends with him holding the guitar carefully out of the way to be able to kiss her.
Suraksha laughs softly after the kiss, nuzzling his cheek with pleasure as she murmurs, "May I have the guitar, lovely man? Or shall we set the instruments aside for a bit once more?" She's quite willing to make love with him again if he wishes... although she does hope he wants to make music with her too at some point. Glancing sideways at the guitar, she admires the smooth, lacquered curves of the instrument. Bringer laughs his warm laugh and offers her the guitar.
Suraksha beams delightedly at him, thanking him as she accepts the instrument. For a moment she simply caresses the cool wood, running her fingers lightly over it... then, still curled up against the manitou, she crosses her legs to lay it across her lap and check the tuning. Her head is lowered and tilted to hear most clearly, her hair swinging forward like a dark banner laid across her shoulders. She picks lightly at the strings, humming softly to check if the instrument is in tune... then she looks up at Bringer with a smile, "It's lovely, Bringer -- one of the finest hembra guitars I've seen in a long time!" She sighs happily, her fingers already plucking out the very simple tune of the earlier song, "Shall we?" The manitou smiles and takes back his ocarina, listening for a moment with his head tilted until there is a good place to join in. The song's sweet and mournful tone is made more so by the two instruments. It's obvious by the way his eyes gleam that he appreciates her playing.
Suraksha adores playing beautiful music with friends, and there's a deep internal satisfaction at doing so with a happy client. Initially she simply follows the tune with him, smiling with dreamy pleasure at the slow, warm thrumming of the guitar accompanying the soft, plaintive tone of the ocarina. Eventually, if the manitou doesn't seem to mind, she starts adding embellishments -- at first simply picking out the tune, then starting to add strummed harmonies that swirl and decoratively follow the ocarina's steady melody. It's obvious Sulochana is tapping the passion that burns within her, as much when she makes music as when she makes love. Her playing of the guitar is not as technically brilliant as how she handled the harpsichord, but her joy is clearly in no way diminished by that.
She laughs aloud with pleasure as the two of them create something new and more complexly beautiful... and then her eyes close and her wine-red lips part as she starts to sing as well, in a third harmonic strain. Her throaty voice is low and rich, as well trained as her delicately beautiful playing, and she sings with clear passion and enjoyment, riffing through a verse or two of the various versions of the song she's heard: ‘Lady Greensleeves,' then 'What Child Is This.' She ends up with the most recent lyrics she's learned,
"Away, away... come away with me
Where the grass grows wild
Where the wind blows free
Away, away... come away with me
And I'll build you a home in the meadow...
Come! Come! To the Promised Land
For the hopeful heart
For the willing hand
Come! Come! There's a wondrous land
Where I'll build you a home in the meadow..."
As the last strains of the song die away Bringer lowers his ocarina and smiles, reaching up with one hand to stroke Sulochana's hair, moving an errant lock off her forehead. She sighs softly at the touch, her eyes half closed. She's still entranced by the music, and it takes her a moment to pull herself together again. She smiles with quiet pleasure at the manitou, murmuring, "Thank you, Bringer. You've given me a great deal of joy the past few days." She turns her attention back to the guitar for a moment, quietly picking out a tune and strumming as accompaniment to it, and murmurs, "As a Hetaera I'm often able to indulge my passion for dance. Sometimes I get to play guitar or sing or dance in the caravan. It's far more rarely I get to enjoy the harpsichord or the harp." She looks up at Bringer and grins shyly as she adds, "I actually use a little lap harp most of the time. There aren't many full size harps out in the wilds. But there are even fewer harpsichords... especially well-maintained and in tune."
Bringer smiles quietly, "Harp is not one of the instruments I thought to have Diana instructed in. I find myself wishing I had, if it's as good as your playing on the guitar or harpsichord." He sets his ocarina aside carefully and reaches to pull the Hetaera back against his chest, kissing her shoulder. "Play for me some more."
Suraksha chuckles lazily, settling herself more comfortably against her lover and making sure the guitar doesn't poke him anywhere. Her voice is slightly apologetic, "Well, the various forms of harp are my 'true passion' instrument... I'm afraid I'm considered only adequate on the guitar by my instructors." She smiles and leans her head back to rub gently against him for a moment, her fingers still lightly picking out the flowing melody, and adds softly, "Shall I sing as well?"
The manitou mms and settles his hands on her hips so he's not in the way of the guitar, "Yes. And if I know the song, I'll sing with you." He smiles, even though she can't actually see it, "I can feel you singing against my chest when you lean back like this. I like it."
Suraksha laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. She's quite happy to play and sing for Bringer, and she runs through several pieces -- ballads, instrumentals for guitar, love songs and folk songs, short classical compositions, whatever strikes her fancy. She sings along with him when he sings, playing with harmonies if he seems comfortable doing so, and simply following the tune with him when she's not sure of the more complex pieces. She considers asking for what Bringer would like to hear, then smiles as she realizes: what he really wants, she suspects, is to feel her hunger for the beauty she can create this way. She's sort of blissfully relaxed against him some time later, her fingers strumming lightly over the strings as she purrs, "Mmm... I feel shamelessly indulged..." Her contented laugh is a throaty chuckle.
Bradley rests his chin on top of her head for a moment and says, "Good. That was the plan." He buries his face against her hair for a moment, "I can feel how much you love this. I am going to miss you when you leave with your people. Perhaps I will have restored my city to a less hysterical mindset then."
Suraksha reaches up to brush gentle fingers along his cheek, abruptly rather emotionally touched by his generosity. Her voice is soft as she tilts her head back to lean her forehead against him, "Why are you being so sweet, if I may ask?" She smiles as she adds, to soften the question, "I know I keep saying it, but my sincerest thanks, Bringer -- you've been incredibly kind to me." She smiles a bit wistfully, "I think I will miss you too. I will look forward to seeing you again when we return in two or three years." Curiously she checks his chakras, wondering how he's reacting to being with her right now.
Bradley smiles a whimsical little smile. "I could simply chalking it up to you being beautiful and good in bed, but I'd be lying." He doesn't take the guitar from her, but he does begin nibbling and kissing along her shoulder, "You are passionate. And you have given me something that I have been denying myself. And I am hungry for your company and for knowing more about you." His chakras are glowing like small suns along the line of his spine. It is rare to see an entity so well connected at both root and crown. It would seem he is a conduit between two planes -- and the conduit is wide open.
Suraksha smiles thoughtfully, curious as to his suddenly being interested in sex again when she asked personal questions -- and fascinated at his chakras! She's never seen anyone quite so striking that way before. She checks carefully to see if she can sense anything... 'coming through' or something, on the conduit, and as she does so she continues trailing her fingers along his skin, gently combing them through his hair. She murmurs quietly, "What have you been denying yourself, dear man? And what did you want to know about me?" She blinks a little startledly as she realizes there is indeed something significant on the conduit -- energy! A lot of it. He's apparently not just bringing it in from the other plane -- he's also sending it there, connecting both planes. 'Chana is startled -- is he like a living leyline or something? She can't remember ever seeing anything like that before!
Bringer is humming quietly, but isn't pushing toward stimulation like before, "I promised not to push, but I want to know what exactly you are. And I am eager to find out what you may be able to tell me about Diana's mother-line."
Suraksha grins and teases gently, "I notice you didn't mention what you'd been denying yourself, mm?" She's faintly relieved he didn't seem to catch that moment of startlement a few heartbeats ago. She smiles quietly to herself as she realizes she's starting to trust him more too, especially after his keeping in mind that he wasn't going to push. She's quietly pleased to notice her instincts are still calm, even though he's kissing along her shoulder and throat.
Bradley laughs again. "A lover for more than one night. Sharing hungers so intently."
Suraksha tilts her head thoughtfully, then sets the guitar carefully aside and twists easily in his lap to curl her arms about his neck. She studies him gravely for a moment, then rests a small hand on his cheek as she murmurs, "Sweet man, does it harm you to not have lovers? You should seriously consider petitioning a Hetaera more often, if so."
Bradley is smiling still, "It does not harm me, per se, sweet-soul. But it does keep me from being my full self. And Hetaera are rare... and human, normally. They are also subject to hungers overwhelming them."
Suraksha frowns thoughtfully again, nodding her understanding. With silent fascination, the fingers of one hand stroke along the top of his head and through his crown chakra, trailing leisurely downwards to rest at his throat chakra, then drifting over his heart. She muses aloud, "So... what is your full self, then, lovely man? Are you there yet?"
Bradley's heart is racing again and he moves to tip her head up for a kiss. "Nearly."
Suraksha purrs contentedly into the kiss, savoring his warmth and strength about her. When they both pause for a breath, though, she leans her head against his shoulder and murmurs softly, "Am I helping? When will you be there? What will you be like?"
Bradley kisses her like a whisper and then says, "My full self is as my name says. And you are helping. I'm closer than I have been in years. I promise to show you if I reach that place again."
Sulochana smiles in affectionate pleasure, murmuring, "I am quite pleased to hear that, then." She tilts her head curiously, brushing her fingers along where his glowing chakras appear to her, and adds, "Why is your heart racing, sweet man? Are you close enough that I might be able to help you reach there before I must go?" She wonders suddenly -- could he actually be feeling her caresses along his chakras?!
Bradley chuckles and reaches to pull her close against him so they are touching at the solar plexus. "I would be concerned about anyone whose heart wasn't racing with you in their bed. But you seem to be reaching to touch more than skin. It's not something I have felt for a long time."
Sulochana laughs softly at Bradley's sweet compliment and wriggles contentedly against him, enjoying the skin to skin contact. Her voice is curious, "So... you can feel me brushing my fingers along your chakras, then? Fascinating! No one else has ever reacted that way to me." She blinks and adds in a far less dreamily curious tone, "Er... it doesn't hurt or anything, does it?" She raises a faintly amused eyebrow at herself, wondering when she decided she trusted the manitou enough to reveal her ability like that -- she hasn't even told Roy precisely what it is she does yet, after all! She hopes Bringer takes it well... she likes cuddling like this.
Bradley strokes her hair, running his fingers through it consideringly, "Is that what you're doing? No. It doesn't hurt. It is just a different sort of caress."
Sulochana thinks about it for a moment, then smiles, "Well... I think that's what I'm doing." She places her palm lightly over Bringer's heart, sort of cupping the glow she can see there, and adds softly, "When I concentrate I can see what I think are chakras. Yours are quite amazing right now... you're energetically connecting two different planes, as far as I can tell -- although I've never seen anything like this before, so I'm just guessing, really." She grins curiously up at him, "Are you doing it deliberately, or is it just an after-effect of you becoming your full self?"
Bradley closes his eyes and shifts his hands to her hips, squeezing lightly and making a contented sound, "It isn't something I do apurpose. I suppose it might have to do with my nature." He smiles and brushes his thumbs over the dimples on either side of the base of her spine, "You are surely a curious one. It is rare to have someone want to know things so much after childhood."
Sulochana giggles, wriggling her hips lazily in the comfortable cupping of his hands and teasing gently, "But aren't I still a child to an immortal?" Her eyes are sparkling with mischief as she adds, "Can I see your natural form sometime too, then?" She grins and carefully doesn't tease him about not asking more about her abilities -- that's a hunger she's a little nervous about feeding.
He opens one eye to peer down at her with a sardonic twist of his lips, "I nearly asked if you're sure you wouldn't be disturbed by it. But yes, sometime you may see it."
Sulochana's eyes light up with delight, "Really, promise?" She beams at him, not quite bouncing in his lap -- since she doesn't want to hurt him -- and adds excitedly, "...now?!" Then she catches herself, thinking a moment before she adds, "It won't harm either of us if you do so now, yes?"
Bradley laughs and gently encourages the bouncing with his hands, pulling her hips closer against his body, "Well, you aren't a mouse, are you? Or a vole?"
Sulochana laughs delightedly at that, exuberantly hugging him as he snugs her closer, "Not since I last looked! It's part owl, isn't it!" She grins and teases him with his own suggestion, "Not even a were-squirrel."
Bradley laughs warmly and kisses the tip of her nose, "Then I suppose I could indulge you." He releases her hips, "Though you mightn't want to be sitting in my lap when it happens."
Sulochana tilts her head curiously, then smiles impishly as she slithers gracefully off his lap and to one side. She settles cross-legged, her eyes bright with excitement and a pleased smile on her face. "Is here all right?"
The manitou slides out of the bed and stretches from toes to fingertips, stretching his hands far up over his head, "Yyyyyyyessss... mmmph..." He makes a contented sound, "Here should be fine." He smiles at her and then closes his eyes, concentrating. His body shifts, not changing size much, but definitely changing shape. The shoulders are still broad, the hips still narrow and the thighs muscular. Feathers sprout down along his calves, the brown and tawny feathers thinning almost into a fur-like texture over the taloned claw-toes of his feet. His shoulders hunch and stretch and there's a soft sound like a pouf of air as great wings settle, the tips brushing the floor. The skin too is different. In the body he's been wearing his skin is tanned, but definitely Caucasian. In this form the skin is a deeply bronzed color that speaks of the people who were native to this land long before the Dying-Off. His head is the most changed. Where there was a passing handsome, fatherly face with salt-and-pepper hair, now there is the flat face and curved beak of the great horned owl, the huge amber eyes blinking slowly at her.
Sulochana intends to remain silent and respectful, but the big owl-man is simply too gorgeously exciting! She claps her hands in delight, "Oh! You're beautiful, Bringer!" and impetuously bounces forward to run her fingers with reverent awe through the beautiful, full feathers. Her eyes are shining and her lips are parted as she ooohs softly. His wrists are surrounded by crests of feathers as well and he wraps his arms around her, clicking his beak and playfully preening her hair. His wings mantle and settle as she plays with them. The feathers are soft and almost velvety: they are how owls stay almost silent as they hunt. Their plumage breaks up the air in a way that makes their wing-beats hard to hear.
Sulochana laughs delightedly again as he wraps his arms about her, leaning against him and reaching up to run her fingers along his shoulders, then gently up under the feathers of his neck and head, very carefully doing a sort of preening as well, just to see how lovely and soft they feel. She giggles as he plays with her hair, then breathlessly asks, "Can you talk too, even though it's a beak?" Bringer carefully shakes his head and his enormous round eyes blink and then close. He clicks his beak several more times as she scritches and preens the itchy feathers around his neck and shoulders. Sulochana beams and murmurs relaxedly, "No worries... this is lovely." Curiously she tries seeing if his chakras are any different in this form, continuing to scritch and lean relaxedly against him -- the soft feathers feel surprisingly nice against her bare skin!
The manitou's wings shift and move to wrap around her a little. It's not like the embrace of his arms, but it does brush his feathers over her skin in more places, and his hands slide over her back and shoulders, playing in her hair. He may not be able to speak, but he is quite obviously enjoying the feel of her body against him and the stroking of her hands over the soft feathers. The clicks and little hoots that are coming from his throat are almost funny. Sulochana sighs in soft pleasure, her own eyes half closed as he caresses her just as nicely as she's trying to caress him. She finds herself crooning softly along with the small contented chirps he's making.
The line of his chakras is still shining brightly and she can tell the energy flow from them is much stronger down than up. The energy that lights him up so is coming from a plane above this one -- that's what the conduit is doing: bringing magic into the world, so to speak. Sulochana brightens at that lovely realization, tilting her head back to smile up at the manitou. Her voice is dreamy with the pleasure of both sensuality, and learning such wonderful things, "You're magical! You bring it here... how can I help you bring more? Is that what being your full self is, then -- you bring more magic in?"
Bringer blinks... owlishly... at her and preens her hair, hugging her more tightly. He carefully rubs his feathered head on her hair and then nods. It's as if he's trying to make sure he's conveying his responses clearly through this different body. Sulochana grins excitedly, bouncing very slightly on her toes, "Show me how I can help more, then, please?"
The manitou hoots several times, sounding almost like laughter, and then carefully puts his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away gently. It's not a go-away sort of push, simply a "stand back" gesture. Sulochana blinks in surprise, then registers what he means. She grins and steps back, casually brushing her long hair behind her shoulder. It ripples down her back and brushes lightly against her small derriere as she clasps her hands behind her back and watches in alert, pleased fascination.
The transformation the other way takes a little while longer, as trying to repack a trunk that was a little overfull before you took things out of it. He stretches again once it's done and smiles at her in a sort of hungry anticipation, "You have been doing rather a lot of things to help me." He starts to walk toward her, moving at a slow, heavy stalk.
Sulochana looks faintly disappointed for a moment -- she'd rather enjoyed the manitou's lovely native form -- but then she recognizes that body language and smiles, her own body language shifting slightly into invitation, "Good. Shall we keep that up?" Her eyes twinkle at the awful pun, even as she moves back onto the bed, stretching out languidly.
The give and take of hunger and pleasure and passion ebbs and flows like an ocean as the two entities move together. Now one caressing and teasing, now the other, now coming together to sate themselves with one another's bodies. The manitou coaxes her into showing him the things that please her most so he can happily feed off those hungers. As midnight passes and the morning starts to creep upon them, Bradley wraps himself in a house-robe and disappears, returning a few minutes later with the volume of Shakespeare, from which he reads to her for the last lingering hour before he must take her back to her caravan.
Sulochana enjoys herself tremendously, especially once she realizes how much he benefits from her frankly asking for her desires as well. It's a curiously delightful stint spent as a Hetaera, since it's different from her usual activities with clients. She curls up with blissful pleasure against him as he reads to her, sighing happily and occasionally shivering as his amazing voice presents the timeless, beautiful lines in dramatic new ways to her. When she's pulling on her sari and cloak, preparatory for heading back with him, she smiles in shy happiness, brushing back her hair behind one ear, "Bringer? I... this has been a truly amazing night. Thank you again." She hesitates, then adds, "Shall I, um... would you like me to bring my little lap harp tomorrow?" She finds she very much wants to share that with him -- it is her absolute favorite instrument, the one she really poured her heart into learning. She grins teasingly as she adds, "I could wear another sari too, if you liked?"
Bradley's eyes light up as he can feel the surge of hopefulness in her request, "I would love to hear you play the harp. Yes. Please bring it. Shall I have another lovely dinner prepared for you?" He is going about dressing himself slowly, drawing out the last few minutes.
Sulochana laughs in a mix of happiness and relief that he's willing to share the harp's beauty with her -- it's important to her, so she tends to share it only with those she thinks will understand that. He can hear the grin in her voice as she replies, "Well, only if your cook will forgive me for both not finishing the beautiful berry torte he made... and distracting you from having any at all!"
Bradley smiles and offers her his arm after he gets his braces pulled on; he doesn't bother putting on the full suit again. "I'm sure he will, especially if you'll consent to having some more of it tomorrow. You did seem to enjoy it rather a lot.”
Sulochana giggles delightedly at him, stepping into the curve of his arm with pleasure, then leaning against him so she's easy to carry through shadow. "Hmm, could I be persuaded to have another superlative meal with scintillating conversation... gosh, how long do I have to answer?"
Bradley smiles and leads her first to the greenhouse to get her rose and its accompanying cutting, and then to the shadow-filled bower, "Until dusk tomorrow, but I doubt you'll be so cruel as to keep me in suspense that long."
Sulochana laughs mischievously, "I suppose I could just tell you yes now, and save us too much suspense, eh?" Her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she accepts the beautiful cut rose and plant cutting, and she murmurs quiet thanks to him again as she leans against him. Bradley laughs warmly at that and takes his time -- relatively speaking, of course -- to take her back to the caravan, since she seems to so enjoy the flittering mode of travel he uses. Sulochana is glowingly happy by the time they get back, her cheeks flushed from the cool night air. She's tucked the bowl under her cloak to keep her hands warm, and on an impulse she asks Bringer to take her to the edge of his territory on the mountain road, so she'll know when she can no longer look forward to his nightly visits.
The manitou takes her along the road to the edge of his territory. Set into the ground at the side of it is a large, white boulder. He explains he had it put there ostensibly as a marker for him to meet incoming shipments, but that it serves more as a reminder for those who know his secret, and where his limits lie. Sulochana nods in fascination, her fingers lightly brushing the cool stone. Her expression is a little wistful as she looks up the mountain towards Donner Pass... then back down the mountain to where she knows the caravan must lie. She's very much enjoyed this time with Bringer, and as she steps back to Bringer's side she says softly to him, "I... will miss you, dear man. Thank you for this extraordinary time with you."
Bringer smiles down at her and leans in for a kiss -- which he cuts short when he realizes he wants to let it linger perhaps a little too long, "And I you, lovely. But dawn is close. Let me get you home."
Sulochana sighs softly as he pulls back from the kiss, her face still upturned to his and her eyes still half closed. She blinks languidly, then murmurs dreamily, "Right... don't want you to have problems." She tucks herself under his arm again, smiling as she adds with tired relaxation, "I know you don't sleep, but... sweet dreams or their equivalent?"
Bradley sweeps her off to the doorstep of her wagon home and gives her one more brief kiss, "And a good rest to you, lovely." He waits until she slips inside to race back to his home ahead of the dawn.
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