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[ordainedbarkeep]

This is Iren's overflow post for whenever it feels necessary.

I feel like I should put something else in here so here's a picture of a frog:



Enjoy~

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for of_dathomir

[ordainedbarkeep]

continued from...

You already explored most of me with your mind. Surely this time it's my turn to explore YOUR body.

[of_dathomir]

Mmm, it has been some time. So few have proven worthy.

So few have held even my momentary interest.

[ordainedbarkeep]

Naturally, you can't give your attention to just anyone. Only exceptionally beautiful and charming women with callipygian figures and excellent fashion sense.

[of_dathomir]

Indeed not. And you haven't even felt my actual deft touch yet. Imagine that. I'm very precise, and can be as strong or as gentle as you want.

Right now, given a moment's chance, I'd be pressed up behind you, my lips exploring that lovely neck. While my hands got simply...everywhere.

[ordainedbarkeep]

You like to be in charge don't you? Who's to say I wouldn't be the one with wandering hands?

[of_dathomir]

Mmhmm. Power and I are...familiar. But oh, I do hope your hands will get everywhere, too.

I'll admit to being more than a little aroused just picturing it.

[ordainedbarkeep]

I have that effect.

Since I can't be there in person to do it myself, however, we'll have to make do with our imaginations. Hopefully this helps:

[A minute later, Iren shoots Tavion a selfie. Specifically one where she's lying in her bed and naked. Her artfully tangled sheets are covering up just enough of her to leave the really intriguing bits to the imagination.

Apparently, Iren has a mirror on the ceiling of her bedroom, based on the angle of the shot.]

[of_dathomir]

[It is one she takes a good long moment to enjoy, alone as she is, even allowing her fingers to touch herself, just a little, just to add that edge.]

Mmm, delicious enough to eat. Shall I undress and reciprocate? Clothing does feel suddenly...restrictive.

[ordainedbarkeep]

By all means, but be warned that if you make yourself look too provocative I may start touching myself.

[of_dathomir]

Mmm, duly warned.

[What shows up a few moments later is taken from a steamy shower - she'd needed one anyway, after training. The phone is held in place with the Force, a few of her fingers outstretched. Her hair is in a tight bun, though a few moistened strands have escaped. Between the exertion and the head of the shower there is a sheen on her skin. The purple of her tattoos stands out.]

[So does the fact that she has hidden nothing - all that is hidden is by her crossed legs - the rest of her is on full display. She is proud of her form, always has been. No scars are upon her - a sign that no enemy blade has ever pierced her defences. Quite the achievement, among Nightsisters. Not something Iren would know, but the taut form would make sense - strong, agile; warrior and graceful gymnast in one.]

[ordainedbarkeep]

Oh my…

[is what she says out loud in the privacy of her room. What she texts is:]

As impressive as your magic tricks are, I think next time I want my actual hands on you, not an array of telekinetic fields.

[of_dathomir]

Mmm, they are only ever...enhancements to the experience. Last time was a challenge - the next time will be the real thing.