The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated orchard, a place the egyptian temptress had never found herself before or heard about. Owls swept silently overhead. Even shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Mile-long limbs stretched forward, the frozen blanket of ivory snow crunched beneath teac cups paws; calculated, one step in front of the other while her tail stood proudly, curled on her serpentine, thin spine. Quite the scenery would have been in the warmer seasons but winter took all the beauty away with its cold grasp, leaving nothing but snow, ice and many seemingly....rotten fruits? Though the smell does not seem to indicate that, they no longer smelled sugary, that was true but they did not smell foul either. A tilt was all it took for the woman to show initiative, curiosity taking the better of her; her leisure pace coming to a halt before such fruit. Her graceful pad rose, touching and rolling the fruit beneath it. Speech

Another day, another harvest. Ash sat proudly with his two buckets, his daytime tipsiness turning into a light buzz. He had mixed some of the bramble fruits with some of the orchard fruits, producing a truly unique blend of sweet and strong alcohol. Not that it was a big deal, but when you were getting drunk every day, it was good to have variety.

Now that night had just fallen, Ashmedai could drink without shame. The darkness provided the cover and comfort he needed to be unabashedly drunk. He had only just gotten into his stash when a woman appeared before him, taking interest in the orchard. The woman stopped to paw at some of the fallen fruit.

Damn, he wished she would play with his fruit.

Maybe this mix was stronger than he had meant. The woman showed slender, rich features, adorned with accessories of gold. She looked like treasure and, like the pirate he was, Ash wanted some of that booty.

To be honest he was a little speechless and trying to figure out whether or not he was hallucinating. He cleared his throat.

"Ya know, they taste a lot better blended together."

Her audits flickered in the direction of the voice; masculine, strong, it vibrated through the air as violet gaze fell upon the specimen before her. Her lip, her hips, her thighs they were acute slenderness, so perfected as the coat covering them glistened in the moonlight, adorning her with its kisses; womanly lines carved of exquisite temptation yet the approach of the male was not bringing any offense, it brough up curiosity upon the egyptian temptress and questions. You blend fruits together? she hissed into the chilled winter wind, her violet gaze falling upon the fruit once more, crushing it under her pad before she close the distance between the two; swaying her hips in a tango as she took in the appearance of the fine speciment of a man before her. He was...odd to say the least. For once, he smelled of something strong, something that made the temptress snort. His over all looks were not bad, upon eyeing him up and down for the past minute he appeared to be quite a handsome catch. Speech

She asked him- he thought she was asking and not ridiculing at least- about blending the fruits together. She said so with a smoldering gaze, crushing the fruit beneath her paw.

God, he wished she'd crush his fruit like that. Ash shivered lightly, although not visibly, and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his lips.

The goddess took a moment to observe him and Ash returned her gaze with confidence, if not a tinge of cockiness.

"The fruit ferment and, when blended together, taste very odd, but give and even stranger effect to the body," Ash explained, his eyes tracing slowly over her facial features. "And the mind, of course. I'd be willing to share, if you're willing to keep me company."

The moonlight was a diffuse ocean above them, lessening the inky blackness of the night, but not so bright as to dull the stars that speckled and glittered in the heavens above. Ravening canines were thirst in venomous allure; her lips and tongue were wet, humid with vampiric need. As if the were thought of a fruity and energizing drink created a hunger deep within. Mesmeric contours, all thirsting in lieu of feminine contempt, brought her forward; insufferable vanity was displayed as the woman sat on her haunches with a roll of her delicious, alluring hips, screaming of sensuality, pure sexuality. It reminds of a herb someone told me about, it had almost the same effects on the mind. I never heard of fruits with the same properties. she hissed softly, their distance narrowing by the minute, or so it felt; in reality it was not much of a distance between them but the buckets the fine specimen of a brute carried. The egyptian temptress took a peek insde of them, leaning forward towards the brute, perhaps a excuse to inhale more of his scent, to register it in her mind and bury it. I shall offer you my company if you tell me what to call you. she cooed, melodious sonnated escaped her pretty maw in heavy foreign accent that embraced each and every syllable. Long, ebon eyelashes batted, seduction, temptation; they were like a veil, like a black widow waiting to pounce on her next victim. Perhaps it was because of last night, perhaps this handsome brute will be her cure atleast for one night if what he says it's true and the fermented fruits have wonderous effects on the mind. Anything to get one particular albino male off of her mind. Speech

The woman sank to her haunches and Ashmedai watched her all the way down. All. The. Way. Down. When she spoke, Ash's ocean eyes flicked back to her own. He listened and chuckled deeply, "Not all fruits, my dear," he nearly cooed. "Just fruits after they... well... they kind of rot, but it's not as bad as it sounds- well it might be at first actually, they taste pretty strange."

She leaned forward and Ash felt himself inclined to do the same, a small, toothy smile playing on his freckled lips as he watched her. Their noses were almost touching, the small gap between them standing as strong as any wall could. She asked what she could call him and he rumbled his name in return.

"Ashmedai, but you may call me whatever you please. And what should I call you?"

The witch facial emotions were nothing if not aa poisoned kiss of vampiric empathy. Anemic and sweet as she bared her needle like fangs, display their carmine stoicism in a thick hiss of carnality as she spoke. I will have to try and see for my self, isn't it? she practically purred into his ear, tickling the fine threads of hair adorning the specific area. Now she knew, she realized and damned be the witch for it did not come to her sooner. The moment she leaned it he mimicked her actions and that, as we all know, was a sign of interest. One always mimics the other individual actions as a sign of interest. Pristine thirsts filled her, a narcotic desire that she had felt it before, she wanted this new, shiny toy; Bedevil smile tugges at her full, ebon lips, one that will have the Devil himself run with inferiority. Her succulent, smooth lips held above bleached-white throats, puncturing her bottom lip just right in order to entice the other, to allure and invite. He was in for a game that she was not sure he was going to win. Audits flickered on top of her beautiful crown, registering his voice ad the closeness he brought upon them. In that case, Ashmedai, she hissed, hermonious sonnates, coated in honey and as peaceful as the moon hanging above them, tasted his name upon her tongue; it sounded right and just about everything she needed to take her mind off of certain subjects. Maybe this miracoulous drink will even help her forget and unveil. you may call me Nephthys. she cooed, foreign-kissed lips heavy with trepidations, sending pulse over pulse. With another smirk, paiting her beautiful visage, the witch pulled back but not before allowing her wet nose to slightly graze the one of the beast before her, sending shivers down her spine with want. Will you join me in tasting, Ash? she questioned him with a devilish smile, seemingly innocent but he should know better if he wanted to gamble with her. Speech

When she whispered in his ear, a ticklish sort of wave rippled down his spine. He rumbled a deep hum of agreement, leaning in just enough that their fur could brush. Of course he mirrored her. He wanted her, the need building the more she tempted him and reciprocated the flirtatious atmosphere.

And she was obviously reciprocating. In this type of game, no one was a loser as long as the both of them left satisfied. And Ash was more than confident that they both would.

She introduced herself, her nose brushing the fur on Ash's chest. Now that was a dangerous game. A light growl resonated through his body- not a warning, but an acknowledgement. It took most of his willpower to not push into her space. At this rate, she wouldn't even get to the drink. Another type of drunkenness began to fill Ash's stomach, hot and tingly just like its alcoholic counterpart.

"Will you join me in tasting, Ash?" the vixen asked.

Oh, the alcohol wasn't going to be all he was tasting tonight, but he nodded like a gentleman regardless and lowered his head to the bucket to drink, keeping his icy eyes on her at all times.

i kind of want to test drunk thys out so lemme know if you are up for it. lol

The babes foxy superiority flushed above lethal flirtations with the unknown brute but he did not seemed in the least dangerous yet to his mimicism, to the thought that he wanted her and that she had yet another man wrapped around her claw, her rosy cheeks were brilliant in stained warmth and she did not even start to indulge herself in the fermented fruits the handsome brute told her about just moments ago. Violet gaze fell upon him once more, in fact never left, as he gradually lowered his physique and leaned closer in order to drink from the containts of the bucket. So that is how it's done. she purred low in her throat, vibrating from the bottom of her chest; fiery curiosity flashed through her eyes and as soon as the brute was done with his fill coral, plush tongue would unleash from her pretty maw. The first sip, she felt the strong liquid burn its way down her throat and she caughed minutely before taking another one that went smoother but by the time it reached her stomach the alcohol was eating at her intestines with yet another burn. By the third and fourth sip the babe felt the earth rocking beneath her and her mind slightly drifting in and out like the tide. Though her vision wavered, there was one thing she was sure of, this brute was growing handsomer by the minute and the image of the light spectre began to dissapear from her mind. Is this how you spend most, she offered another cough due to the strong aroma, of your time? she hissed, dark and heavy before she sat on her haunches, with a sensual roll of her feminine, curvaceous hips, never once her gaze leaving him or his muscular body. Speech

Ashmedai had been drinking a lot and he could handle a lot. Even still, it was beginning to have its effects on him. He knew where this was heading and he was confident the woman did too. Nothing personal, he thought, just a little fun. He knew it wasn't lasting- if it was supposed to be, he wouldn't do it.

When she addressed him again, she asked if this was how he spent his time. He let himself draw near to her now, lowering his stance to a casual slouch so that their faces would be even. His eyes sought to hold her gaze, soft breath hitting his lips through a wicked smile.

"Not usually," he rumbled, leaning in toward her ear so close that their cheeks brushed. He lowered his voice to a deep, reverberating murmur, "But it is my second favorite way to spend time."

Ashmedai withdrew only far enough that their noses wouldn't touch. He peered into her eyes, his own filled with suggestions of what was yet to come, "Do you know my most favorite?"

i kind of want to test drunk thys out so lemme know if you are up for it. lol

The vixen long, ebon lashes would bat laschiviously, acting like a veil as she held the man gaze, trapping him into her violet gems, measuring planets in size with their own magnetical pool. She danced before, it took two to perform a tango and the vixen was certainly groomed in the art of seduction. Prey and predator; he was her shiny new toy, her carnal prey. A smirk tugged at the corner of her pretty maw, pulling them together into a cheshire cat; ivory were the vixen canines, exposing them to the light as the man cheek felt her own. His deep baritones tickling the fine threads surrounding the air and it did nothing if not sent shiver down her spine to her toes. It did something to her; whether it was the strong, potent alcohol or him she did not know nor care. For now she shall delight herself in the abrupt end of her heat and continue where she left of. I would rather you show me than guess. sensuality, proeminent sexuality. Her voice came in deep and low syllabled, soft as silk; spoken within foreign-kissed lips that laced each and single one of them with a heavy accent. Teacup paw rose through the air only to land on the man shoulder, pressing her chest into his own invitingly. She knew he wanted her and the attraction was reciprocated so why not enjoy this light head buzz the alcohol offered and see if this fruity syroup of the Gods could make her reach a new Utopia. -fade to black- Speech

The woman said she would rather him show her how he enjoys spending his time. That, along with her chest pressed against his was all the invitation he needed. A low rumble emanated from his throat as he drew close to her, fur brushing and body heat exchanging. He openly welcomed his company for the night, his heart beating a little faster with each passing touch. They knew what was going to happen, but Ash was in no rush. He took his time, indulging in his little treat for tonight and making sure she felt the same way. They would play this game until eventually melding together like the moon melting into the night horizon.

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OOC: I'm totally cool with playing around with drunk them!