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[Alisha doesn't so much sip her wine as gulp at it; she's a seasoned pro at all forms of debauchery. She nods, crossing over to sit next to Éowyn on the bed, toeing her own boots off. She under-dressed rather than overdressed for the situation, clad in a plain cotton shift that hangs off her browned shoulders.]

Yeah. Loads of times. It's just...different than with guys.

[Alisha is...noticeably taken aback at the sight of the girl that greets her. Not because she's a girl; that's whatever. Been there, done that. Recently, even. It's mostly the tail and the ears. She blinks a couple of times, and breaks into a tentative grin.]

Hiya. That's me.

[Alright, well, at least it seems like Alisha's not going to have to talk her into this or anything. She's been doing an awful lot of that, it seems.]

Can I come in...?

[The smile on Yenh's face brightens as she finally has her gal. She shuffles backward and sweeps her arm in a grand gesture for Alisha.]

But of course!

[She gently closes the door after her, and at once sets about pouring them both a little drink of wine. It is nothing fancy at all—she cannot afford anything except what she can "borrow" from her guard friends—but it adds a touch of class. Her tail twitches at the tip, the well-groomed lion puff adding a tiny bit of drag to the motion.]

I'm Yenh, as you've no doubt gathered. Do make yourself comfortable.

[The sight of Éowyn so clearly enjoying herself, those sounds she's making, and above all the sudden relentlessness of her movements, is both amazing and vaguely threatening, because try as he might, Remus is having a very difficult time keeping himself under control right now. He's putting up a valiant fight, but the way she looks atop him, the way she sounds, speaking some tongue he doesn't know, urging him on, it makes it hard to want to hold off for too long, either.

Remus's grip on her hips tightens, his fingertips pressing into her ass cheeks, pulling her down on him again and again, meeting her thrust for thrust. His own breathing has grown short and harsh, his skin flushed, even the bite of her nails managing to feel good somehow. He grits his teeth, determined to hold on as long as he possibly can, but the stuttering of his hips and the way his whole body is beginning to tense, stomach pulling taught, is a good sign that it's not going to be long until this contest is over.

Aces. [This Yenh girl is sort of extra, but Alisha comes from a place where superpowers are relatively common, so she's used to extra. She goes in and sits on the bed, shrugging off her cloak, underneath which she's got on what's become her go-to outfit: tiny off-the-shoulder shift dress, thick leather belt around the middle. She has to wear a truly bullshit corset for work, but the belt is much more comfortable for every day.]

Yenh? Like...Jen with a Y?

[Yenh looks over her shoulder in a moment of confusion before she replaces it with a smile again. Joining her soon-to-be opponent at the bed, she holds out both goblets of wine to let Alisha choose.]

There's an 'h' that isn't silent—that sort of breathy light hiss I did—but most races cannot gracefully pronounce it. So I don't push for it.

[Egon listens closely, folding his hands in his lap and nodding politely. He isn't going to give up, but her intentions are pure and respectable. She's at least out to help some of the people around them.]

I understand.

Well, good luck.

[He pauses for a moment, staring at her back before beginning to undo the few buttons on his shirt that were still closed when she arrived.]

[ That's that, huh? She isn't sure what she expected, but she wonders if she laid it on too thick—earnest desires to aid others or not. ]

[ Yenh turns her mind toward the problem at hand, which is how she will handle a man whose interest isn't naturally inclined toward women. She scoots around to face him properly, inviting her leather-gloved hands into his chest. She lingers on the skin before looking up at him. ]

What do you like? Acts-wise.

[Okay, at least this means he probably won't be walking out of this with a concussion or a broken rib, so that's a plus. On the other hand, ow, fuck, Jesus, careful there, LADY.]

N-Nothing to be ashamed of! I'm a healthy young guy who just got out of bed!

[In retaliation, he struggles to free up a hand and reach around to squeeze her ass. Classy.]

[Egon tenses, pushing back almost instinctively against the exploring digit, moaning softly around the cock. It had been so long, even since he'd had enough free time to relieve himself. You didn't get that kind of time, when you lived with four other men and worked a nearly 24-hour job.]

[He almost knows he should pull out, away, but also that his stamina is not going to get the better of him. Not while he's trying to win.]

[He does slide his mouth off of Aymeric's length with a satisfying 'pop' of his lips, leaning his head over to hopefully make eye contact with the older man. His stomach tingles almost painfully with growing heat.]

Can you- ah- do you think you would be willing to go for two rounds?

[Would you still be able to fuck him if you both came now, he means.]

[He can be rougher than he was being, or at least firmer. That's a good thing to know, Éowyn muses with the part of her brain that's still working, in case they should happen to do this again.]

[The rest of her is more taken with the moment - with the press of his fingers, the now-louder creaking of the bed, the smell of sweat and sex mingling between them both. She cries out again, this time without words, and bites down hard on her lip. She's not quite as close as he is - frankly, her body's still trying to figure out this whole orgasm thing, to an extent - but she's close, feels like she's riding full-pace towards the edge of a cliff, but one from which she might fly rather than falling.]

[She clenches around him, nails tracing lightly down his chest to his belly.]

Come for me. In me. [It's half-command and half-plea, because aside from anything else, if he does, then she can let go of that part of her mind still concerned with the contest and give in entirely to the moment.]

[Éowyn laughs, a scoffing little sound.] As it must be!

[Drinking a little faster, she half-empties her glass and sets it aside, turning to Alisha more fully.] You will have to guide me. Yet I think I am not a slow learner, if these last few days are aught to judge by.

[She grunts low in her throat when he manages to free his hand, snatching vainly after it, a fraction too slow to stop his fingers digging into her flesh.]

[The trouble is, the only other time someone's done anything like that to her was when she was fucking Remus in the first round, and that's not doing anything to help with her awkwardly rising libido. Besides, there's something about the roughness of it, the coarseness and rudeness, that speaks to a deep need for wild, feral excitement.]

[One hand is still cupped around his cock. She gives it another squeeze, lighter this time, to remind him that she can hurt him a lot more than he can hurt her right now, and leans in, her face close to his.]

Let me be clear, Kaphlar No-Honour. If we fight, I will win. If you test me, you do so at your peril. I do not fear to hurt you.

Take your hand off me, and I will let you up.

Oh. [Alisha shrugs. Close enough.] Sorry. Sometimes people spell my name wrong and it pisses me off. I get it.

[She takes her wine goblet and immediately takes a large-ish swig.]

You done it with girls before?

[Alisha's glass is gone. She's an experienced drinker. She barely even shudders as the alcohol hits her. Éowyn's request isn't surprising, and she gives a little shrug.]

Sure. No problem. You ever been gone down on?

[Something tells her 'no'.]

[Is that something the look of complete confusion on Éowyn's face? Because that's probably a good hint.]

Have I ever...?

[PLEASE EXPLAIN]

[Oooookay. Time to start from the real basics. She smiles.]

Uh—it means oral sex. Gettin' your cunt licked. Never met a girl who didn't like it.

[She's sort of blowing his mind right now; Remus never in all his teenage fantasies thought he'd be able to be with a woman this...well, sexy is the only word for it. She's incredible to watch, and even more incredible to feel on and around him. Remus lets out a strangled groan, his nails biting into her skin without realizing now, and those words are all he needs from her.

He throws his head back, pulling her down firmly and keeping her there as his hips buck once, twice, and then he's over the edge, spilling into her even though part of his brain knows it's a very stupid idea, but he can't help it. She told him to, she asked him to come, and his body has its limits. He's trembling, shaking all over, dizzy and hot and completely overwhelmed by pleasure.]

[She waves off the apology as she sips from her own goblet, and then, upon actually tasting the wine, opts to follow Alisha's suit and swig. Not the worst alcohol she's ever had, but at least she gets why it was so cheap.]

[Yenh smiles and leans back.]

Frequently. And yourself?

[It's definitely better for swigging. Or gulping. But it certainly does the trick, and Alisha sets her cup aside, mostly-empty, and nods.]

Yeah. Here and there. No big deal.

[It's not like she's gay or anything!!!]

How d'you want to do this?

Hmm.

[Yenh considers her opponent with a long careful look.]

I confess, seeing as I've never lain with a woman in the spirit of competition, my usual favorites may not apply. [Her smile turns a little sheepish.] Unless you've one of those fancy phalluses I've seen, where they're good for both users, we could- take timed turns, or something of that sort, until one of us is defeated.

[She doesn't know how she expected it to feel. In a way, it's a little underwhelming - less of an event than she'd expected, less tangible. But he's trembling, and the look on his face is one of sheer bliss, and it's heady to know she's the cause of it.]

[Smiling, still panting, she squeezes her cunt around his softening length and kisses his jaw.]

I win.

[But she's not done yet. That raw need, that tight pleasure in the pit of her belly, is still there, still calling out for satisfaction. She tries, with limited success, to thrust against him again.]

...Oh.

[Éowyn blinks. She's been vaguely, abstractly aware that sometimes women pleasure men with their mouths (although it's always been viewed with a kind of scorn, in her experience), but it's never occurred to her that you could do it the other way around.]

[It doesn't sound sexy, honestly. It just sounds odd, and rather awkward. But she ought to trust to the younger woman's expertise, most likely. After all, she did ask.]

No. Never. [She smiles, exuding a kind of coy flirtatiousness.] I have much to learn, then. And you much to teach.

Ought we to begin?

[He might think so, but then again Egon is rarely into a lot of fanfare. He leans into the touch a bit, trying to get himself warmed up and into it, hands coming down to settle on her hips.]

I can really go any direction, usually. What do you want?

[Alisha cocks her eyebrow and grins, laughing.] A strap-on? No, I didn't think to bring one. But I s'pose if we take it in turns....yeah, might work. We each get five minutes at a go until one of us loses?

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