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Post by godwin on Mar 1, 2014 20:55:04 GMT -5
******Warning this thread contains mature themes. You have been warned.******
The companions have arrived in Homlett once again. The group goes about refreshing themselves from a long hard fight in the Temple. Ug upon hearing that his former companions have arrived has gone into hiding. Ug sets out to a small shrine in the forest just outside of town to meditate in hopes of avoiding Amora for his shame still weighs heavy upon his soul. Ug has requested that young acolyte Trevis keep an eye out for Amora and to fetch Ug when she turns in for the night so that Ug may return to his room for rest.
Ug in deep mediation barely notices the approach of the fourteen winters old boy. “Lady Amora has turned in for the evening, Brother Ug. I personally seen her enter and saw the candle light from the under the door go out.”
Ug realizes how late it has become as the moon sits about two hours till midnight. “Good boy. We go back now,” says the half-orc cleric of the God of Suffering.
Upon returning to the church, Ug thanks young Trevis again and enters his room taking care not to be overly loud as he moves through the corridors to his room. Not needing any light to guide him, Ug enters his room quickly all the while looking back the corridor to ensure that he wasn’t seen by the Sword of Torm. Shutting the door and locking the dead bolt, Ug turns around and nearly faints dead away as Amora sits upon his bed bathed in the moon light that is streaming in from his sole window. She’s not adorned in her armor as he is accustom to seeing her for she is wearing a plain tunic and britches suggesting that stealth was a factor in her entering his quarters.
“Good evening, Ug. I apologize for the intrusion but you seemed to be avoiding your friends this day.”
Ug being dumbfounded barely stammers out, “How you get in here? No one saw you leave room.”
Amora smiles, “I had help from Sultry. Suffice to say she thought it was a good idea for us to have this talk and I agreed.”
Knowing what the answer would be, Ug asks anyway, “What we need to talk about?”
Amora takes a deep breath as if summoning up the courage to continue, strange for one that has charged straight on into battle with giants. Ug can’t help but notice that the moonlight helps to accentuate the Sword of Torm’s already beautiful features. Though her tunic is simple in design it was obviously meant to draw the attention to the cleavage. Sultry must've helped Amora pick out that outfit, Ug thinks to himself. “We need to talk about the night you crashed through the wall in the bath house in Eversult.”
Head lowered so as to not look the young paladin in the eyes, Ug says, “Ug afraid you say that.”
“Ug look at me. Tell me what happened that night. I promise I won’t get mad if you tell me the truth.” As Ug looks up and meets Amora’s eyes he sees she speaks the truth.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 2, 2014 8:25:48 GMT -5
Ug had long dreaded this moment, to admit his weakness, his failure, his breaking of the trust of the person he respected the most. But there was no running away from it anymore. Ug steeled himself, sat down, look right into her eyes and prepared to tell her the whole truth, because it was the least she deserved.
"After time in sewer, Ug entered bath last 'cause Ug have lots of armor. Ug see friends stuck to wall an' think we bein' attacked. But Ug see they look through hole in wall." Ug's eyes drop for a second, but looks up before he continues. "Ug see they look at Amora in bath. Ug get mad at friends an' throw them in water. Then Ug guard holes til' friends done with bath. Then Ug take bath." Again Ug's eyes drop, and this time it takes a moment or two before they return to Amora. "Everyone in bath gone. Ug ready to leave. Ug not leave. Ug feel pull of hole in wall. Ug not want to look, but want to look. Ug sorry, but Ug look in hole, and see Amora. Ug not able to help, not able look away. Like Hold Spell. Then Amora look at me through hole and ask who I was. Ug scared and tried to leave, but hit head on roof." Ug rubs his head where it hit the support beam. "Then wall fall. Ug fall into Amora's bath."
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Post by godwin on Mar 2, 2014 13:23:34 GMT -5
With a genuine look of understanding, Amora takes Ug's hand in her's and says, "I forgive you. Thank you for telling me how this happened, but now I need to know the reason why you looked at me. You're a man of honor Ug. For you to do this must've been terrible upon your soul. Tell me, why did you find it so hard to pull your gaze from me?"
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 2, 2014 14:05:03 GMT -5
Ug was relieved that Amora had so fully and quickly forgiven him of his transgression. A weight that he had carried on his soul, a burden so heavy that he felt it physically, hardly allowing him to move him own large frame around, had fallen and he felt as light as a feather. Even lighter now that Amora held his hand in her own. But her question made no sense to Ug.
"Amora ask why so hard to look away?? Amora not know?? Ug ask perplexed, brow furrowed, head tilted to one side.
Amora shook her head "no" to Ug's question.
"Amora strong, steady, honest, dependable, trustworthy," Ug said. But now standing and pulling Amora up, holding her arms out to her side, "but also Amora so beautiful, Ug not have words to say. That why Ug not able to look away. Amora not know how very pretty she is?"
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Post by godwin on Mar 2, 2014 15:42:14 GMT -5
Even in the dim moonlight, Ug can see Amora’s cheeks begin to blush. “Ug, you think I’m beautiful?” The sincere shock evident in her voice. “Sultry is beautiful. Well at least outwardly, I’m not so sure about her soul but she does have her moments. I’m just an average girl that has been given a higher calling to follow. I’ve been fortunate to have no scars from battle, no small thanks to your expert healing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Ug if you find me so beautiful, why haven’t you said anything?”
Ug takes amount to consider his words. An unusual thing for Ug to do being a man of action most days. “Ug ashamed of Ug’s looks. Ug ugly. Ug always knew he different from humans. Other priests never said anything, but Ug knew they sorry for him. Most people treat Ug with fear, disgust, or pity.”
“Ug, I’ve never treated you in anyway other than how I’d like to be treated.”
“Ug know. Is why Amora so beautiful. See Ug for who Ug is not his looks.” Ug opens his mouth to continue but hesitates and closes his mouth in frustration.
“Ug I feel there is something more you want to say but you’re afraid. Tell me.” The six foot tall woman moves closer to the half-orc cleric and though he is taller than her, he feels slightly intimidated to her proximity. His breathing rate increases though he tries to slow it, knowing he’s exhaling directly into her face, though she shows no sign of being repulsed. Ug looks down into her eyes and notices that her breathing has increased as well. Her chest rises and falls with each breath and with each rise he breasts brush against Ug’s chest.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 2, 2014 17:19:47 GMT -5
"Ug think Amora is beautiful, very beautiful, an' good an' strong an' nice an' lots of other things." Ug says. "But Ug not smart like Spug, or witty like Furnok, or pretty like Leno. Ug ugly an' not smart an' slow. Ug not good enough for Amora. Amora deserves pretty, an' smart an' stuff Ug not."
Ug continues, but now looking at the floor. "Ug part monster, but Amora friend with Ug. Ug like that. Not want to lose friend, chase friend away by wishing things not going to happen."
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Post by godwin on Mar 2, 2014 17:56:09 GMT -5
Amora takes Ug's face and brings his view back to her face. "You're not a monster Ug. Never let anyone tell you different. You're kind, loyal, honorable, and wouldn't harm anyone unless you were defending yourself. You may not like how you appear on the outside but your soul shines like the sun. That is a beautiful and all too rare thing these days. You've suffered long enough with your self doubt and the guilt you had over your recent folly. What does your heart tell you that it wants?"
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 3, 2014 18:49:34 GMT -5
And Amora breaks into song...
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Post by godwin on Mar 3, 2014 19:47:18 GMT -5
Perhaps, I've missed the message?
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 3, 2014 20:44:42 GMT -5
Sorry, Heard this song and thought of Amora.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 3, 2014 20:50:03 GMT -5
Ug pauses for a long time, staring into Amora's eyes. "First, Amora want Ug to tell truth. An' Amora say she not get mad. An' Amora not get mad. Now Amora want Ug to say what in heart. Amora promise to not run away an' still be Ug's friend, then Ug say what in heart."
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Post by godwin on Mar 3, 2014 20:53:18 GMT -5
Her eyes not leaving Ug's, Amora takes her pendant, the silver holy symbol of Torm, into her hand and says, "As Torm as my witness, so I swear."
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 3, 2014 20:59:31 GMT -5
As softly as Ug is physically capable, he cups Amora's cheeks in his hand, lowers his 6'7" frame to Amora's height and gently kisses Amora.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 3, 2014 21:00:18 GMT -5
(Face cheeks, by the way!!)
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Post by godwin on Mar 3, 2014 21:28:16 GMT -5
Ug’s massive hands cup her cheeks as he leans in and gently presses his lips to Amora’s. Hesitantly he holds the gentle kiss waiting for her to push him back at his forwardness. A heart beat goes by, then two. Ug is about to pull away when Amora’s hands wrap around his large frame holding him in place firmly. The shock of this causes Ug to open his mouth slightly in shock when something even more astounding occurs. Amora’s tongue slips into his mouth and begins a dance with his coarse tongue gently at first as if this is her first time. Then after a few heart beats, the dance begins to increase as a comfortable rhythm is developed between the two unlikely kissers. Her hands begin to massage his back sending shivers all the way to his feet and back up again into his loins.
She’s pulls away slowly, a smile on her face and blush in her cheeks. “That was my first kiss," she states with a hint of shyness in her voice. "How did I do?”
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 5, 2014 19:24:25 GMT -5
Ug was overwhelmed, and every nerve in this body was alight. She did not turn away from his advance, in fact, she had pulled herself closer. And if anything, she kissed him more than he kissed her. He was floored, and did not know how to react. Amora stated that it was her first kiss, and Ug wanted to say it was also his first kiss. Amora also ask how it was, and Ug wanted to say it was great, terrific, sensational; and Ug wanted to ask how did HE do? He wanted to ask to kiss again. He wanted to ask and say and do so many things, and wanted to do them all at that same time, and as a result was unable to say or do anything. But then he remembered what Amora had said earlier, "what does your heart tell you that it wants?" And his overwhelming thought was unequivocal. He wrapped Amora up with both arms, easily lifting her off the floor, stepped forward into the wall, pinning Amora between his body and the wall, and resumed the kiss were it left off.
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Post by godwin on Mar 5, 2014 20:57:03 GMT -5
Without warning or reply to her question, Ug picks Amora up off her feet. Though Ug did his best not to slam her up against the wall, in his eagerness he pushes the Sword of Torm against the wall harder than intended. The shock of her back hitting the wall opens her mouth in surprise. As she’s about to utter a response, Ug’s tongue darts into Amora’s mouth and resumes the dance. The momentary pain subsides and is replaced by the sensation of the deep kiss, causing the young paladin to moan slightly in pleasure. Realizing that Ug is easily bearing her weight, Amora wraps her arms about the priest of Imater and brings her legs up to wrap about his waist easing her weight upon his arms.
Amora’s rational mind returns and she pulls back the kiss, still being held aloft by the hulking half-orc. A smile upon her face relieves Ug for he feared that she had stopped the kiss because he had done something wrong. “If we are to continue Ug, we must first discuss where we want to take this. Is it a one night act of passion or is this to become a relationship or even something in between?” Says the beautiful woman in Ug’s arms, each word rushed as her breathing has increased.
As Ug formulates his response, Amora takes an introspective moment to ponder how this situation progressed so quickly. One moment she was speaking to her friend about his feelings and next she’s deep into her first passionate kiss. Her body reacting in ways it never has before. Her breath comes in quick short breaths as if she was in a great battle. A glistening sheen of moisture has begun to coat her skin causing the tunic to stick to her as each breath accentuates her cleavage, with the feeling of her nipples hardening against the fabric. In addition a sensation deep in her nether region stirs, causing a moistening near the entrance to her womb. She wonders to herself be this love or merely lust. The answer seems to escape her; however, Ug’s answer may help to bring clarity to her own inner turmoil.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 6, 2014 19:45:03 GMT -5
Is this something more? Could it be something more? The idea of passionately kissing the beautiful Sword of Torm was beyond imagining just a few hours ago. Now she ask if there could be something more? A relationship? Ug was not entirely sure what a real relationship was like. He was left at the Church as an infant, and raised by the Priest in the church. And even there, being a Half-Orc left him out of the normal relationships growing up, or even observing a "relationship". He didn't what to say he didn't know and look stupid, but Amora had always seen the good in Ug and wanted him to tell her how he felt. Something no one has ever really done before.
"Ug never been in "relationship" with someone. Don't know how. But if it means be with Amora today, an' tomorrow, an' the next day. Even outside of room. And Amora want to be with Ug. Then Ug want a relationship."
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Post by godwin on Mar 6, 2014 23:07:44 GMT -5
Amora smiles at how innocent Ug is and how truly innocent she is as well. “Ug I’ve not been a relationship with a man before either. Growing up, there was always my father and brother to watch over me. I’m sure they intimidated a fair number of any would be courters. If you’re willing, we can learn together. In my early years I read many tales of love. The traditions are known to me from various lands. Depending on which we choose to emulate or one that we build on our own could determine how we proceed.”
A puzzled look appears upon Ug’s face. “What Amora mean?”
“Well for example, some lands customs forbid physical intimacy until a formal marriage while others encourage the couple to sample one another to see if they are compatible in an intimate way.” A warm smile appears upon Amora’s face. “Obviously we would probably pick a tradition that allows some physical contact as we seem to have taken a small first step in that direction already.” Amora emphasizes this by giving a kiss to the half-orc still holding her aloft. “I’m willing to listen to what you want first though.”
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 8, 2014 20:43:32 GMT -5
Ug replies, "Ug pretty sure there no traditions or customs for ones like us; Half-orc male cleric and a Human Female Paladin. Ug guess that we build our own, make up as we go. An' Ug like this tradition so far!" And then Ug goes in to continue to explore Amora's mouth with his tongue, and now that Amora is pinned to the wall , as well as her legs around his waist, Ug hands are free to explore also.
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Post by godwin on Mar 8, 2014 21:28:36 GMT -5
Amora willing accepts the kiss and notices that Ug has pulled his arms free of her, since the combination of the wall holding her up and her legs securely wrapped around Ug's waist. Amora feels Ug's broad hands begin roam about her torso. Tentively Ug starts by gently placing his hands upon her sides. He waits a breath to see if Amora breaks the kiss but when she doesn't, the cleric of Ilmater begins to gently stroke up and down her sides from just under the arms to her waist. Ug is rewarded by a soft moan from the Sword of Torm as they kiss and Amora takes her right index finger and traces the edge of the half-orc's pointed left ear. A shiver runs down Ug's spine as no one has ever done such a thing to him in his life. The shiver causes Ug's stroking of Amora's sides to falter slightly as his left hand spasms momentarily in the upward stroke. Ug tries to correct from the shiver and overcompensates placing Amora's right breast cupped in his left hand. On reflex Ug squeezes gently, his index finger brushes over the fabric that has Amora's harden nipple. A surge of delight never felt before, causing the young paladin to grab Ug's back forcefully. The sudden movement causes Amora's crotch to slide down from Ug's waist to his crotch. The friction upon both their nether regions sends pleasurable shockwaves throughout the couple's virgin bodies.
Still pushed up against the wall, Amora unwraps her legs and slides down the wall seven inches, breaking the kiss, to stand on her feet but still looking up at Ug's smiling face. Smiling back, the Sword of Torm removes her tunic freeing her perfectly perky breasts. "It's getting warm in here or is it just me?" Amora's skin glistens in the moonlight from the single small window.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 9, 2014 18:39:26 GMT -5
Ug responds in kind, removing his tunic. Seeing Amora's bare breast excites him even more, so he lifts Amora back up and against the wall, till her breast are at the height of his head. One hand at her rump holding her up, his other at her breast, feeding it to his hungry mouth.
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Post by godwin on Mar 9, 2014 19:26:20 GMT -5
As Ug scoops up the young paladin and begins to suckle upon her breasts, Amora begins to massage Ug’s scalp. The intensity of his feeding causes the Sword of Torm to moan in pleasure. “I can’t believe we are doing this,” she says between moaning and quick breaths.
“Mmmmmeph eeeepher,” slobbers the half-orcish cleric of Ilmater without missing a beat in his suckling of the beautiful breast in his mouth. Amora giggles at Ug’s attempt to answer without stopping his current activity causing her breasts to bounce slightly. Ug undeterred by the sudden movement of his feast, he uses his coarse tongue to help guide the erect nipple back into his eager mouth taking care to ensure his prominent teeth doesn’t hurt the woman in his arms.
Ug continues to suckle, alternating between both breasts giving equal attention. Amora having been fully aroused by Ug’s attentive tongue, she takes Ug’s head and pulls it away from her breast that he’s been suckling upon and pulls him into another deep passionate kiss. When the couple disengages from the kiss, both are smiling and panting for breath.
“I’ve never felt this way before. Never have I shown a man my bare breasts let alone had him do what you have done so well. Now we are on the verge of taking a step in our lives that once we take it, we’ll never be able to take it back. Ug, is this love or merely the calling of our loins?” The question so sudden it rocks Ug momentarily.
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Post by whiteabk on Mar 12, 2014 17:16:27 GMT -5
Ug was torn between stopping and respecting the question that Amora ask and giving it the thoughtful answer that she deserved, or not losing the momentum and not putting off the calling, nay, the screaming of his loins. But what was this really? Just getting caught up in the moment, or was there something else here. If he was to honestly ask himself, he could hardly wish that there could be something between himself and the beautiful Sword of Torm. And since all was being laid bare, literally and figuratively, he decided to put it all out there.
Hesitantly Ug said, "Ug have strong feelings for Amora, feelings like Ug never have before. Ug think it love... Ug hope it love." And now the question, deep inside, Ug has been afraid to confront. Almost closing his eyes, Ug ask "But, do Amora love Ug?"
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Post by godwin on Mar 12, 2014 19:13:16 GMT -5
Still being held aloft with her perfect apple of a rear in Ug’s broad yet tender hands, Amora looks into Ug’s eye even as he asks her that all important question and sees that he’s baring his heart to her. Knowing that she can do no less for her companion, friend, and perhaps something more, the Sword of Torm looks into her soul for answers.
“Do I love him?” ponders the young paladin. “The only love I’ve ever known is that for my family, though that love is different. This feels different from anything I’ve ever felt. I feel light as a feather. Ug holding me so close has filled a void in my heart that I didn’t even know existed. Though Ug isn’t the most handsome creature on Toril, however, I find that is unnecessary to how he makes me feel and how I feel about him. Ug has a good heart and looking in his eyes, I see that he truly believes that he loves me. Though he puts himself down constantly, he’s never said anything hurtful to another. Truly his soul glows brighter than Lathander’s morning sun.” Like the parting of the clouds after a summer’s storm, a light breaks through, casting a warm glow upon the world. “By Torm, I do love him.” The thought so pure, brings a smile to one of Torm’s rising champions.
The entire thought process taking about two heart beats, leaving Ug thinking that either she is unsure or that she doesn’t love him. “Who could love an ugly dumb monster like me?” The cleric of Imater laments to himself as he prepares to put Amora down. As if wanting, nay needing, a final look at her beautiful face at this close range, Ug lets his vision refocus on her, blinking away a tear. Yet the frown that he surely thought to be on her face is not there, for the warmest genuine smile Ug’s ever seen beams back at him. A look of confusion crosses Ug’s face, when a tear streaks from the eye of the woman in his arms.
The single tear of happiness released, Amora looks Ug in his watery eyes and says, “Yes. I love you.” The look on Ug’s face as he comprehends what Amora just said to him is an image that Amora shall hold onto for the rest of her days. When she walks forward into darkness, the memory of Ug’s beaming face will brighten her way. To emphasize her words, she leans in and gives Ug a kiss that leaves no doubt that her words are true. As they kiss their tears of joy roll down their faces and combines into one drop.
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On the plane of Brightwater, four of the most beautiful beings in the multiverse converse around, or in as Hanali’s case is, an ornate fountain situated in the middle of picturesque forest glade. Lliira the goddess of joy dances merrily around the fountain, Sharess the goddess of lust admires her image in a conjured mirror, Hanali elven goddess of love and beauty bathes in the fountain and conversing with Sune goddess of love and beauty for the humans sits on the edge of the fountains stone work, nude from the waist up with only a decorative towel placed across her lap. Giggling at Hanali’s gossip on how she had heard of union between a gnome and a pony had created a gnomish centaur mix; Sune suddenly stops and senses something from Toril. A new love has blossomed. It’s a love not as odd as Hanali’s story, but one that doesn’t occur often either. Her silent blessing of the new union moves across the planes.
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Post by godwin on Mar 16, 2014 14:47:39 GMT -5
The next morning just before sunrise. Amora had quietly gotten out of bed, smiled at the sleeping nude half-orc still in bed, dressed, cracked open the window, and had managed to crawl out while shutting the window without notice. Crawling out the window was a little uncomfortable as she still had some soreness in her nether region from last night’s activity. Even with Ug sharing in the pain with a Shield Other spell and a hastily Lay on Hands to heal the wound, the soreness still lingers. As Amora turns about to head back to her room, Sultry appears out of thin air.
“Had a fun night I see,” Sultry smirks.
“I hadn’t planned on that with him when I accepted your help to have that talk with him, but yes I did. Though I fear, if I am to be with child while still trying to eradicate the Temple of Elemental Evil.”
“Of that have no fear.” Amora’s confused look apparent. “The tea we drank last night while I was persuading you to confront Ug was a special tea. He could’ve spilled all the seed he’ll ever spill into you at once and other than being sticky, you’d not produce a child. I had a hunch. I like to stir up some trouble but nothing to that extreme.”
“I don’t know if I should slap you or thank you,” says the emotional confused Sword of Torm.
“Buy me breakfast and spill the juice details and we’ll call it even,” Smirks the sly tiefling.
“Guess I’m splurging on the private dining room for us,” Amora shakes her head and smiles at her frustrating friend.
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