Hrard returned to see the female Sheogorath and Lucien strewn across the table. While he had realised his Spectral assassin was corporeal, he had not quite realised he was real enough to...to...well, judging from the pants of exertion and cries of pleasure coming from the woman, clearly he was.
"Excuse me!" the poor, confused Nord barked at the couple. "I fixed Pelagius' mind!"
"Did-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Did you now?" Sheogorath moaned, rolling her hips against Lucien's. "Ah! Mmmmmmm...Isn't that...isn't that just-ah!-wonderful."
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands shook, fingers gripping the Spectre's translucent form. Which meant that Hrard could see straight through him to where the two were joined. And then he paled at the sight of Lucien's nethers.
That was not fair. Imperials were not allowed to be built that well.
"You can keep the WABBAjack," here, her voice rose as Lucien pounded hard into a sweet spot, "and I'll send your assassin home when he's not needed. Toodle-pip!"
"Hey, wait-"
Hrard vanished in a cloud of blue, just as her entire body tensed up and she screamed in a voice that would have shattered living eardrums.
They lay on the table for a little while, before she looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
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The Time of the Torte 3/3
Date: 2012-10-07 01:32 pm (UTC)"Excuse me!" the poor, confused Nord barked at the couple. "I fixed Pelagius' mind!"
"Did-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Did you now?" Sheogorath moaned, rolling her hips against Lucien's. "Ah! Mmmmmmm...Isn't that...isn't that just-ah!-wonderful."
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands shook, fingers gripping the Spectre's translucent form. Which meant that Hrard could see straight through him to where the two were joined. And then he paled at the sight of Lucien's nethers.
That was not fair. Imperials were not allowed to be built that well.
"You can keep the WABBAjack," here, her voice rose as Lucien pounded hard into a sweet spot, "and I'll send your assassin home when he's not needed. Toodle-pip!"
"Hey, wait-"
Hrard vanished in a cloud of blue, just as her entire body tensed up and she screamed in a voice that would have shattered living eardrums.
They lay on the table for a little while, before she looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"More torte?"