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Are you now?

[It's true that Jester isn't Matt, and it isn't as though Liem tried to ask him just because he was the first person he thought might be interested when he woke up with kink on his mind (though, obviously, he was). He could just try again, and actually message the right person this time.

But he's intrigued now. He can try again with Matt another day; he wants to see where this goes.]

What if I don't promise to behave?

[She'd shot her shot not really expecting anything other then a polite decline, which is why her eyebrows shoot straight up to her forehead when she gets that reply.

Oh. Oh, this is going to be such good fun.]

well that's even better isn't it?
because if you don't behave it means i get to think up fun punishments for you!

[Oh yes, he's very interested to follow this rabbit hole all the way down. He can't read fun punishments and not immediately want to pursue that wherever it leads.]

Now you've got me curious.

What can I do for you, then, Jester?

well, let's see...

[She's already getting out of the bath, sitting on the edge and getting momentarily distracted by watching her seal tail turn back into tiefling legs.]

i have to dry off from my bath, and get dressed ✨
and then it'll take me a little while to get to your house...

so in the meantime, why don't you get a couple things ready for me?
can you put a nice comfy chair in your bedroom for me? in the middle of whatever open space there is.
and then put a nice soft cushion right in front of it!
if you do that for me i'll give you a nice reward!

As you wish.

[He does linger on her message a little bit before he actually moves from his bed. She hadn’t said before that she was texting him while she was in the bath—but now that she does, he can’t help but recall the glimpses he’d seen of her when they swam together in Haustram, can’t help but imagine how she might look reclining playfully in a porcelain tub, tapping out phone messages amidst clouds of soft foam. Despite the lack of photos or extra description, he finds himself tempted to spend another moment or two on that thought, and he has to remind himself that he has a task to complete.

The matter of the chair is far from convenient. His only armchairs are downstairs on the second floor—but fortunately, while his transformation this month did rob him of some height and mass, the increased influence of his emerald more than makes up for the difference. He retrieves a cream-coloured chair, richly embroidered in pink, gold, and sky blue, and carries it upstairs like an ant transporting a crust of bread. By contrast, the floor cushion is easy to manage. His renovated garage is now rife with floor-seating options, cushions included, so he simply pilfers one and arranges it at the foot of the relocated chair. Lastly, he unlocks his front door before going back upstairs—just in case Jester isn’t inclined to knock.

The whole arrangement now sits at the foot of his bed, perched atop the plush rug in close to the middle of the room. Jester didn’t ask for him to send her a picture, but since it doesn’t take him very long to do as she’s asked and she isn’t here yet, he sees no harm in taking the initiative and sending her an update. Using the combined powers of his camera timer and a recently-purchased phone stand, Liem snaps a picture of the setup—with him seated cozily in the chair itself, leaning on one armrest as he regards the camera with playful impatience. It’s the work of only a moment to retrieve his phone and send the picture to Jester.]

[While Liem gets everything ready, Jester takes her sweet time getting ready. It's partly on purpose, just to see how long Liem will wait before getting impatient, but also partly because she's got new body parts to deal with, namely the little seal flippers that now hang from her hips and make it even more annoying to put on clothing than her tail sometimes did. And gods, she misses her tail. She never realized how much it does for her balance until now, though thankfully she's had the day to get over the worst of it.

Her phone chirps as she's braiding her hair up into two little buns between her horns, and she gasps as she sees the picture. So cheeky! Oh, he's already pushing her buttons and she hasn't even gotten there yet!]

looks like you've got everything set up pretty good
too bad you're in my chair!

i'm about to leave, so when i get there in twenty minutes I want you kneeling on that cushion, okay? make sure the door's open for me!

[Little does she know, he's way ahead of her!]

Edited (typo X() 2022-01-12 03:15 (UTC)

[Oh dear—did she not like his selfie? What an embarrassing gaffe on his part. Liem has many, many years of experience with the correct way to politely obey directions, so this is really just inexcusable. He can certainly do better. Will he? That remains to be seen.]

Of course. My mistake. 😌

[The door is already seen to, so Liem picks himself up from the chair, places his phone aside, and kneels on the cushion—spine straight, shoulders relaxed back, head slightly bowed, and fluffy tail nestled between his feet. It may very well be another twenty minutes—or even longer—before Jester actually gets here, but Liem is no stranger to spending time on his knees, and he’s content to wait.

His dark eyes drift closed on a gradual breath, stay that way as he releases it again. This is the pose he adopts during his morning meditation, and although twenty minutes is longer than he usually spends on it, the cushion is a luxury that he doesn’t usually afford himself. He doesn’t think about the ache in his body or wonder about the passing of time. Instead all of his attention is reserved for the slow movement of breath through him, and for the anticipation of Jester’s arrival. It could be in moments, or it could be in an hour—either way, he will be waiting.]

Edited (the mystery of the disappearing phone...) 2022-01-13 03:13 (UTC)

[Of course she liked it. But telling him she did would only be encouraging his cheeky behavior, wouldn't it? And she can't have that!

She doesn't make him wait too long. Her own excitement speeds her footsteps along a little more quickly, even in the heavy fur draped around her shoulders as she walks a route that's growing a little more familiar each time.

When she reaches Liem's front door, she pauses just for a moment, taking a deep inhale and steeling herself. Just a moment to hype herself up. She wants to do a good job for Liem, and she definitely doesn't want him to think she's terrible at sex stuff, so she's taking this very seriously, and drawing on all her knowledge of kink from 23-odd years of living in a brothel.

You've got this, Jester. She turns the knob and enters Liem's foyer, a little thrill going through her as she locks the door behind her with loud click. It's strange to be in his house without him leading her around. She wonders if he's actually been waiting on his knees this whole time, but elects to trust that Liem isn't a liar, because he seems very fastidious even if he's being bratty.

The hem of her heavy fur skims across the stairs as she walks up to where she assumes Liem's bedroom is; following the light spilling out into the hall, she finds him kneeling silently in the middle of the room and exhales softly at the sight of him. The ears, the tail...they're both extra-cute tonight, it seems.

She crosses to stand beside him, and reaches down to tuck two fingers underneath his chin, urging him to look up at her. She smiles down at him, her violet pupils turned huge and black in her eyes. Her skin has turned a more desaturated grey-blue, and larger, darker freckles are smattered across her cheeks. Currently, she's enveloped in a massive fur coat, thick and luxurious and the same color and pattern as her skin, reaching all the way to the floor.]

Hello, Liem! I'm so glad to see you followed my directions. Your knees hurt or anything?

[Liem’s hearing has always been very good, but since he woke up this morning it’s been especially acute. He’s alerted to Jester’s arrival as soon as her footfalls reach his walkway, before she even touches the door. At the sound of her entrance, his long ears twitch and his eyes open, though his posture remains otherwise unchanged—but beneath his clothes his skin prickles with anticipation as he listens to her steps approaching through his house.

It wasn’t the easiest to tell from his pictures, and it’s still not completely obvious since Liem is kneeling on the floor, but his transformation this month has done more than just give him some antlers and fuzzy rabbit features. He’s smaller than he was—by a few inches, which some might say he could ill afford to spare. Were he to stand now, he and Jester would be almost of a height.

He doesn’t stand, though. From his position on the cushion, he lets her tip his face up so he can look at her, and a quiet little smile spreads over his expression. Jester always looks lovely, but in that coat she looks expensive. Her eyes, gazing down at him, seem dark enough to swallow him whole, and the thought sends his heart racing.]

Not at all.

[It’s a small lie; it’s a rare day when his body doesn’t hurt at all, and this isn’t one of them. But it’s a familiar pain—not one of protest against his pose. His smile turns playful.]

Since I did as you asked, do I get a reward?

That's good.

[Jester's fingers stroke gently beneath Liem's chin, watching his smile take on a playful cast, and he asks her for his reward. Her fangs dig into her lower lip a little as she tries to restrain the way her own smile wants to widen.]

Yes, you definitely deserve one for being so patient. So...

[Her fingers drop, and she steps sideways, around him, in front of the chair. Very carefully, she lets her fur slide from her shoulders, revealing a black velvet dress underneath. Then, she sinks into the chair, nestled atop the fur comfortably. Her legs cross at the knee in front of him, clad in close-woven black fishnet tights and ending in a pair of strappy black shoes that tie in ribbons at the ankle.]

You get to help me undress. Aren't you so lucky?

Edited 2022-01-16 04:18 (UTC)

[The way Jester’s fangs dimple her lower lip as she looks down at him is both inordinately charming and extremely alluring. He can too easily imagine those fangs pricking at his mouth or dragging over his skin, and although the time he spent awaiting her arrival managed to pass in a meditative haze, he no longer feels very patient at all. When she steps around him to settle into her chair, Liem tilts his face to follow her like a flower seeking the sun.]

I do feel lucky.

[He eyes that intriguing little dress, wondering how it’s fastened, considering the ribbons on her shoes and the curious black mesh of her tights. He’s never had cause to undress a woman wearing clothes like these before; the only woman he’s been with in Noctium preferred garments much more traditional to her home. But by the playful eagerness of his regard, he finds the prospect to be a thrilling one.]

Can I use my mouth?

[Jester is reminded suddenly of watching Liem give her his lucky birthday kisses, the way he'd knelt in front of her so reverently. How it had made butterflies leap to life in her stomach, the same ones going crazy right now. While Liem takes in her outfit, she admires his new traits. The darker hair is striking, as are those ears...

She can't resist reaching out to rub one ear gently between her thumb and forefinger, gasping a little in delight at the velvety texture of it, but also at Liem's request that sends blood pumping southward.]

Oh, yes. Gold star for creativity!

[She release his ear, and settles back in her chair.] Start with the shoes, obviously.

[Liem draws in a soft breath when Jester rubs one of his ears softly between her fingers, heat creeping into his ears, his cheeks. He can’t help but feel a little bit like a pet when his ears are stroked, at least during times like this when they’re soft and furry. Especially right now, kneeling as he is in front of her like a hound at its master’s feet. But when she pulls her hand away, his look of disappointment at her rescinded touch is very nearly a pout.

His eyes follow hers as she leans back, then slowly drift down as he leans closer, bending over one elegant leg with its little heeled shoe. He’s careful about the angle of his head, conscious of the pronged antlers that have sprung up from his hair, as he grips the ribbon at her ankle between his teeth and begins to tug it free. Liem coaxes the tie undone, pressing a kiss to the side of her ankle and trailing the tip of his nose along mesh-covered skin as he moves toward the back of her foot—to tip the shoe off and into his waiting hand.]

[Jester catches the disappointment on Liem's face when she pulls away, and files that smugly away for later. Maybe ear pets will be good motivation...She doesn't linger on it long, though, too focused on watching him bend to undo the ties of her shoe with his teeth. Her breathing grows very shallow, as if she doesn't want to distract him with the sound, and she shivers slightly as the tip of his nose drags over her skin, just barely touching her through the gaps in her stockings.]

Oh, [she sighs, exhaling in a soft rush. She never imagined that watching someone take her shoes off would be that much of a turn-on; her breath hitches in her throat, betraying the effect he's having on her.

Slowly, Jester uncrosses and then re-crosses her legs, giving him access to the other shoe, but also a generous glimpse of her soft, grey-blue thighs beneath her skirt.]

Edited (No tails here no sir!!) 2022-01-20 20:27 (UTC)

[Even trained as his eyes are on her legs, her feet, Liem can't miss the way Jester sighs in her seat, or the way her breath hitches at the teasing skim of his nose over her skin. His ears twitch slightly at the sound, perking up as he sits up with a small, pleased smile on his face.

Who knew just taking off a lady's shoes could be this enjoyable?

He puts the shoe carefully to the side as she switches the orientation of her legs, and his eyes are drawn irresistibly to the movement, to the flash of soft grey beneath that short black skirt. Liem's expression becomes less smug and more appreciative, hungry even, even as he bends again to see to her other shoe. How much leeway will she give him in the name of helping her undress, he wonders? How much can he use his mouth before it's just an indulgence, an excuse to map her curves with lips and tongue and teeth?

He trails his lips curiously down the side of her calf, cool skin on cool skin, until he reaches the ribbon of her other shoe and undoes it as well. And gently, he tips that shoe off to place it neatly beside its twin.]

[Jester is not normally a very patient person, and watching Liem remove her shoes seems to stretch out a little longer than it ought to, but in a pleasant way for a change. His lips skimming down her calf are titillating, and suddenly she regrets the stockings only for the way they dull the sensation. But that won't be a problem for much longer.]

Nice job, [she murmurs, rewarding Liem's progress with more ear rubs, a little closer to the base this time, and as she goes on she cards her fingers through his hair for good measure. Gods be good, it's so soft, she wants to bury her nose in it—

Woah, girl. One thing at a time. Wiggling her bare toes in her stockings against the floor, she pushes herself to stand in front of Liem again, the chair scooting back a few inches to give them space to work.]

Stockings next!

[Liem’s fixation on Jester’s legs and how much he’d like to sample more of them is momentarily interrupted when her fingers find his ear again, her touch gently exploratory. He exhales softly, resisting the powerful urge to just let his eyes flutter closed and rub his head into her hand like a dog. Gods above, it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? Heat prickles along the paths her fingers have made, floods his neck and makes his shirt collar feel suddenly a little too warm. He feels almost the same as he did when he first arrived on Noctium, when he was so touch starved that any amount of syncing left him almost embarrassingly blissful. Only this time, he’s felt that way since he woke up four inches shorter, with ears and antlers to make up the difference.

Only once she stands up and pushes the chair back does he look up at her, with flushed cheeks and a small, eager smile painting his face.]

As you wish.

[He straightens further, dips his head and, a little cheekily, uses the prongs of his antlers to carefully lift her skirt away from her thigh so he can get a better view. His fingers skim up her leg, trailing from the back of her knee and around to stroke along her inner thigh, but he doesn’t use them to help him. He’s more than content to use just teeth and tongue as he begins to ease down the top edge of the fishnets by small degrees.]

[Jester's feeling much the same; the warm flutters in her stomach bloom wherever he touches her, and it's nearly enough to make her impatient, cause her to lose her composure. She has to summon all the strength she has not to break into fits of laughter as Liem dips his head and begins to ruck her skirt upward with the points of his antlers. She does, however, gasp softly, still not great at mastering her reactions.]

Tell me what you think of my underthings, okay? I picked out some really cute ones for you...

[She's always loved frilly underthings, ever since she was old enough to fill them out properly. They helped her feel more grown-up during a time of her life when everyone treated her like a child, and even now she adores the way she looks standing in front of her mirror wearing a nice set of lingerie. Liem is treated to a view of her soft thighs, speckled with dark spots just like her cheeks and shoulders, with a small, flipper-like fin hanging from each side, a small hole cut in the nylon mesh to allow them to move freely. The bottoms of her lingerie turn out to be black scalloped lace and translucent mesh, the band of her stockings resting at her natural waist.]

Mmh—!

[Jester can't resist letting out a soft whimper as his cool fingers skim from the back of her knee to her inner thigh, muscle tensing beneath a generous layer of fat beneath his touch. And then his mouth, his breath fanning over her lower belly as he begins to tug down her stockings bit by torturous bit.

Ah...she didn't anticipate that he might tease her. She's definitely not complaining, of course, but it hadn't occurred to her. Maybe it should, though, looking back on his birthday party. Giving Nikolai and Matt their birthday kisses...he'd certainly been a bit of a tease, hadn't he? She'll allow it...for now, anyway, until her patience inevitably wears out.]

[Liem is definitely a fan of the minimalistic style of these futuristic underthings. They don’t really disguise anything at all—how could they, when the whole thing appears to be little more than a scrap of dark lace and close-fitting mesh? The novelty of it thrills a little in his chest, soaks into him and makes him ache against the confines of his trousers. When he’s tugged the waist of Jester’s stockings down past the top of her lacy panties, he trails his tongue curiously along soft skin of her lower belly where it meets the edge of the lingerie.]

I like these. They make you look… mm… [He tugs the stockings down a little further so he can press a kiss against the bare skin where the scalloped lace meets her inner thigh.] Appetizing.

[Like a pretty little garnish atop a well-presented cocktail, the lingerie definitely helps with first impressions—but the rest is all Jester. Liem uses his fingers to help his mission along, sliding the stockings down her hips by careful degrees, running a curious fingertip along the velvety skin of one flipper, tracing the curve of her ass and finding her gem with his curious touch. He sucks another kiss against the generous softness of her thigh, nibbling gently at the skin there as he continues to edge the fishnets down her legs. She’s given him free rein so far to do as he likes, and he’s inclined to see how much he can get away with before she orders him back on task.]

[Liem is taking a lot of liberties, and Jester knows she should perhaps be a little firmer about it, but in all fairness she hadn't said he couldn't give her extra attention. And he is getting the job done...]

That's a new one. You're being so—ah, thorough...

[She giggles at his choice of adjectives, unable to hide the way her cheeks have flushed mauve-y purple as she watches him like a hawk. Why would she want to miss even a moment of this? He loves the way his fingers map over the curve of her ass, and his attention to the newer parts of her is good, too, makes her feel a little less strange about having extra appendages. He nibbles at the soft skin of her thigh and her breath catches in her throat, arousal soaking into her spine and warmth flooding between her thighs.

Her fingers thread into Liem's hair, gently at first, but then they tighten, pulling his face away from her skin firmly.]

Don't get too distracted, though.

[Liem has been wanting to kiss someone ever since this fluffy tail appeared first thing this morning. He’s been waiting all day for the chance to do it, putting it off for the sake of his appearance, so he could be properly dressed when he made his overtures. Now that the opportunity is before him, he finds that he can’t resist the chance to nibble at the soft curves unveiled by Jester’s receding stockings, nor can he fail to indulge his desire to kiss the adorable freckles speckling her thighs.

He hums agreeably at the sensation of fingers threading gently into his hair—and bites back a groan when those fingers tighten their grip, dragging him back from Jester’s skin. The firm hold shivers down his spine and makes him harden against his fly.]

Oh—was I? [The expression he aims up at her is passably contrite, but his fingers still knead gently at the bare flesh at the back of her thigh. His lips curve persuasively.] I’m simply trying to be thorough.

[The way he reacts to her taking control is more than satisfying; it scratches an itch she's only recently discovered. To be in control, to have someone's will bend under hers and for them to enjoy it. She never thought Liem would be subject to her will, but she's got him here and she's damn well going to take advantage of it.]

Mmhmm. Of course you are. [One side of her mouth curves up into a lopsided smile, a sharp fang poking out from her lips.] I can't give you a nice reward if you don't get the job done, though. And you've got the whole top half of me to undress, still!

[She releases her grip on his hair, rubbing softly at the spot on his scalp to soothe the tension there.]

Back to work!

[The most cheerful domme there ever was.]

[Looking up at the crooked smile that spreads over Jester's face, Liem feels his cheeks burn a little beneath her scrutiny. She's wise not to play his game, to simply remind him of his task and put the decision to do a good job entirely in his hands. Even without any further admonishment, the playful attitude subsides from his expression, leaving a slightly embarrassed determination in its place.

Properly chastened, Liem sinks back down when she releases his hair, returning his attention to the task at hand. Now his lips and teeth tug dutifully at the fishnets, working them down her legs with the aid of gentle fingers. He is impeccably focused and on task, nudging the tights down to Jester's ankles and coaxing her to lift her feet so that he can slide the bunched-up mesh all the way off.]

[She likes the way his expression changes, how he looks a little chastened, determined to do better. It makes her feel like she's actually good at this, like maybe it's instinct. If she ever gets home to Exandria, she's going to write a personal thank-you to each and every one of the ladies at the Lavish Chateau, for sure.

Jester obligingly lifts each leg to help her fishnets the rest of the way off. When they're finally gone, she sighs—a soft, pleased note.]

Very good job. My dress next... [She reaches for Liem's hands, tugging him gently upward.] Here, you can stand for this part and give your knees a break—oh!

[She realizes, perhaps belatedly, that Liem is suddenly shorter than her, which is an experience she doesn't often have at her height.]

You got smaller...so cute...

[After spending so long on his knees, Liem accepts Jester's assistance up with a grateful grasp of his hands and a small catch of his breath as he gets to his feet. Though they weren't overtly uncomfortable while he was on the floor, his knees are stiff enough that straightening them again is enough to make them creak in protest. But since Jester isn't the one with big rabbit ears, hopefully she didn't notice.

Even though he's fully aware of just how much he's shrunk from his usual height, Liem still isn't quite expecting it when he straightens to his full height and ends up almost nose to nose with her. His ears twitch a bit self-consciously when she exclaims over how small he is. If he wasn't quite travel-sized before, he certainly is now.]

Thank you, [he says for the compliment, feeling his cheeks warm slightly.] I was aiming for distinguished, but I think you're definitely right as well.

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