How sweet it is;;

Ariegn had been sitting in front of the fire in his room along with the ever so alluring Sythril at his side. They had been, in lightest terms, been drinking to their hearts content. Not that he minded, the little buzz that rang through him was no worse than the one he got before fighting. Stimulating, and though it was an opportunity for him to be like most men and take advantage of a drunk woman, he resisted he urge to want to be with her.

Taking up his glass once more and pouring a bit more into his own glass as well as hers, he smiled. "How about to one last drink for the night?" he offered, tapping his glass ever so lightly against Sythril's and quickly downed the bitter alcohol.

Sythril wasn't one to hold her alcohol well like her sister, she was buzzed as she rested her head against the high backed chair as the fire provided her body with the warmth it so needed. Elves could normally hold their drink fairly well but she was still a youngling, a baby to those of her people.

Raising her glass to the human, she saluted and met him drink for drink as he spoke of his past. It was sweet, to hear that someone hadn't grown up in hard times. His life paid him well, his fine torso made her want to... shaking her head, Sythril got up and stumbled to the pile of mead and tore the cork off with her teeth. She threw her head back as she downed the alcohol, sculling it until it was empty. She let her body tingle before she picked up another for Ariegn and placed it in front of him. Her eyes stared deep into his, her mind slipping into his own. It was a wierd sensation that she needed to learn how to control.

Pulling away mentally, she smirked. "I dare you to down this without taking a breath..."

Ariegn always managed to have a good time with Sythril. Whether it was the occassions he spoke of himself, unwillingly, and listening to her about her life. It was fascinating to him, the connection they shared. It was primal, in its own way that was weird to him. His eyes followed the growing intoxicated elf, and his mind couldn't help his not so appropriate thoughts. The way her body moved, despite the buzz he had and her obvious drunkeness, she was so elegant and... He stopped his thoughts from lingering anymore. She was a tease enough as it was, he didn't need his thoughts doing it to him too.

He sighed softly with a bit of a playful rin on his lips as she placed a bottle of mead in front of him. Though their eyes meeting was enough to make him tune out what she said soon after. Thankfully he managed to get the gist and grasped the bottle. "Fine, as long as you stay right here," he smiled genuinely at her, poppong thr cork off with his hand. Taking one deep breath, he began to down the whole bottle, which, much to his surprise, he had actually achieved. "Woo!" he mused, feeling the alcohol make more of an impact. "I think i'm done for the night."

Sythril laughed merrily and quite out of character as he downed his drink, she plopped herself down on his lap as a drunken headspin took over her mind. She wrapped an arm casually around his neck to hold herself still, her cheek pressed against his as she waited for it to stop.

"It's so weird..." she giggled, licking his cheek and bounding off his lap to collapse on his bed.

"It's so comfortable.... what feathers are they?" she wondered, wiggling her torso around until she got comfortable. The top blanket was a soft wool but underneath it was a mink blanket, she had always wondered where mink actually came from. "Join me!" she sung, giggling again and holding her arms open to him. Her lithe body continued to squirm.

Ariegn smiled at the woman through the chugging. Whether she saw it or not hardly mattered as she soon plopped down in his lap and had her cheek pressed against his own. Her soft porcelain skin felt so warm against his own. His eyes soon popped open as he felt her moist tongue glide along his cheek. He couldn't imagine him tasting all too well, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. They both had a few too many, so it was something that could be looked past. At least for now.

He watched her bouce off of his lap and he felt a bit saddened that her alluring body was no longer close to his own, but he smiled as she decided to lay on his bed. "What kind? I honestly don't remember at the moment," he chuckled, adoring the giggles she cooed and the way her body moved in attempts to getting comfortable.

His eyebrow cocked and he smirked. "Very well," he chuckled in return, lifting his muscular body off of the ground. He tossed off his shirt as he made his way over, as he was getting a bit warm, and took the spot next to her. He hoped he wouldn't be too forward with his actions, but as he lay next to her, he brought her body close to his and allowed her head to rest against his chest.

Sythril let Ariegn pull her against him, he smelt of sweat but it was over thought as her senses picked up on pine, earth and bark. He was a hard working man, he worked the land with his bare hands and knew how to protect himself for he had a warrior's body. Giggling, she let her hands rest on his chest and felt his heart beating fast. A faint smile crossed her lips, her eyes half closed as she kissed his neck. It was bolt but something inside her was telling her to do it, that it was the perfect oppertunity. The discussions she had had with Calliah came running back into her mind, oh if only the other girl was here. They could have a threesome!

Slightly shaking her head, she went back to attending to Ariegn.

Ariegn was taken aback, if only a little bit, as she began to kiss his neck. He found the situation would have happened, though under better circumstances. Where niether of them were nearly smashed, but he didn't know if she would even be willing sober. But she was showing interest now, and while a part of him didn't want to continue, more of him wanted her and her sweet body. He let out a couple of heavy breaths before he allowed hs hand to ghost across her body, the dress that lined her body being hiked up ever so eloquently by his hand as he caressed her bare thigh, and pulled her all the way on top of him, and he pulled her into a lust filled kiss.

Sythril grinned against his neck as she heard his heavy breathing, she continued until he had her straddling his lap. With a gasp, she kissed him back. Her tongue met his in a fight for dominance, her hands raked down his clothed chest and through his hair. She couldn't get enough of him. Mindful of her weight on him, she used her legs to counter her balance and hovered above him while her hands were busy. She grinded her hips against his though, being subtle.

Ariegn smirked in their battling kiss for dominance, and he let her win the fight. There was so much about her that made him only want to ravish her now. And while the thought was nice, he figured he would allow her to start off slowly. As soon as he began to grind her hips against his own, his excitement became clear through his now bulging pants between her legs. He could only feel the need to go further, and soon, he had them flipped over, the beautiful elf beneath his body as he stripped her of her dress. He looked at her body in awe before he soon began kissing her neck himself, his hands delicately massaging her breasts.

Sythril moaned and arched her back as he rubbed her breasts, the air was cool against her skin but she didn't pay any mind to it. She bit back a giggle though as she felt his bulge against her own core, a smirk playing across her lips instead. She tilted her head to the side as he kissed her neck, hitting every spot that made her writhe.

She dragged her nails down his back, tearing the material and pulling it from him. Elven strength sometimes got the best of her.

Ariegn nearly melted at the sound of her moans. They were intoxicating to listen to and he couldn't wait to make her moan even more. His lips lingered along the sensetive skin of her neck, yearning to make her feel good.

He soon smirked against her skin as his shirt was ripped from his body from her stronger than average strength. Not that he minded, the cool air that caressed his skin was welcome, cause their bodies were soon to be overwhelmed with heat. He left one hand tending to her breast while the other one lingered down to her petals, and he began to stroke her core and thrust against her.

Moaning against as a flood of warmth entered her loins, with his bulk pressing against her and his fingers teasing her tender flesh. She chewed on her lip and tried to think straight but with the combination of alcohol and lust... she wasn't getting anywhere too quickly. Letting herself get lost in his touch, she bucked her hip against him and whimpered quietly.

Ariegn let out a sigh of pleasure as she moan at his touch, and he tended to her beautiful flesh. She had begun to move her hips against his own and his hand, and then he decided to feel her warmth around his own heat. Stripping his pants off and throwing them to the floor, he teased his tip along her flesh, waiting to see if it was alright to penetrate her delicateness.