Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141201131422/@comment-3293219-20141204210253

Ailen slowly wandered the halls of Azarath's base, skimming her hand along the wall, smiling as the moss tickled her fingers and the sharp rock prickled them. She eventually whipped her hand away as she came to the door Azarath's room, where her employer and friend awaited.

She quickly opened the door, finding herself in the mood again for some fun, after her long journey to Solitude, however, to her surprise, he was gone.

"Erm..." She muttered, looking around the room, in case he was hiding somewhere or she'd missed him the first time she looked. He appeared to be gone...

"Azarath!?"

"In here!" He called, from behind the washroom door.

The door quickly clicked and opened and Azarath stepped out, his beard had been whittled away, to the point that it looked rather elegant and trimmed again, like it was when they first met. The Bosmer just grinned and wandered over to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Well, someone's been busy, whilst I was gone..." She commented, stroking the bristles on his chin, relishing the tiny pin pricks of the hairs as they tickled her finger tips.

"What's the occasion?"

Azarath just smirked a little and gently pried her off before he wandered over to his bed and took a seat.

"Well, since Damasus was caught with his cock out, I'm goin' to have to make more personal appearances, didn't want to look like a traditional Telvanni as... well, it's kinda bad for business." The Dunmer explained, getting a slight giggle out of Ailen.

"Y-Yeah, it did age you... You were starting to look like my grandfather, which... made things a little awkward." The Bosmer admitted, scratching the back of her head and turning around, looking at the collection of brown hairs on the floor, which had been cut from Azarath's face.

"Gods, it's like dog exploded in there!"

"Heh... Shame that we don't have a cleaner, would've stood on a tomato and told her that I squashed a rat, would've been fuckin' hilarious."

Ailen giggled, shaking her head and turning back to him before she strutted over to his bedside and jumped on him, slowly pushing him onto his back as she mounted his stomach, staring down at him, with a big grin on her face as she slowly rocked from side to side.

"So..." Azarath began, rather awkwardly but he eventually relaxed a little and eased into it.

"How'd Hypolyta like her 'gift?"

"Ungrateful cow didn't want him, until I told him that he was the Redhead's boyfriend, then she was all over him. It's a shame really, me and her got along so well last time.

Now? I bring a gift and it's like I'm dropping a bag of shit on her doorstep."

"Well, you technically were..." Azarath pointed out, with a smile as he put his hands behind his head and watched her chuckle at his remark.

"Yeah but it's different if you're getting a new pin cushion, especially when it's the lover of your enemy but nope, snooty bitch snubbed me." Ailen sighed, slowly rolling Azarath's shirt up.

"So, how's Damasus?"

"Heh... Wounds, fine. Pride? Doubt that'll ever recover..." The Dunmer sighed, lifting his arms up and letting the Bosmer slide it off before his head fell back on the bed.

"I would've punished the fucker but, in truth, I want him back out there... I ain't leavin' the Syndicate to that prick in Whiterun, Hypolyta's compitent, little too compitent, I don't trust her either. Still, if she is plannin' on fuckin' me over, she's at least subtle about it."

"What about that Tyranus fucker? You sure that he's dead?" Ailen asked as she began to undo his belt.

"Not sure, Regulators say he's dead... but mages like him, they often have a plan B."

"You think he does?"

"I know he does... People like him, they don't fall to one Regulator on his own, that's horse shit and everyone knows it, some just don't want to admit it."

Ailen nodded, somewhat satisfied with that answer, she wasn't really listening and was instead working her way through the buttons on Azarath's pants.

"What about the east? How're we gonna get that back?" The Bosmer asked, looking up to him.

"We'll... Figure it out soon enough, Hypolyta's probably got something planned, we can go in and pick up the pieces, once she's done. Maybe Damasus can retake Helgen and the rest of that shit hole..."

"Speaking of shit holes, I need to be in Riften, in two hours..." Ailen commented, slowly pulling her face closer to Azarath's.

"We'd better get started..." She added before kissing him...