Exitting the arena with gore dripping from her gauntlets, she handed the weapons back and then stood around eyeing the other weapons. She wondered if she would be given different weapons each time, or if she would be able to stick to one. It would be no fun to see her flailing….or maybe it would, these Druchii were strange.
Some twenty minutes into this examination, Estaria suddenly found herself needing to catch a running Filnon, who jumped into Estaria’s embrace. When someone jumped at you, you had the choice to catch them or get hit by them, so Estaria caught Filnon. Which, of course, gave the Druchii the perfect platform to kiss Es’ lips with intense passion. Stumbling back against the wall, Filnon took this opportunity to passionately suck face. Which, Estaria couldn’t deny, felt really good. Annoyingly good. She wanted to stay pissed and angry at this woman, and yet there was a tiny something that wasn’t present with her around, and it made Estaria feel more comfortable than she had been in a while.
Thinking back on it now, she had had a growing feeling of discomfort in recent weeks. It was subtle, so while she was having fun with the Dwarves, she didn’t even notice it, but when she returned home, there was a niggling little itch that she could remember feeling. At first she brushed it off as nerves for the promotion and attack of Zarh, but if anything, being around FIlnon should make her nerves worse not better. Sliding back into reality, there was happiness on Filnon’s face, and Estaria felt her tongue caressing Filnon’s own. CLearly, in her introspection, she had been put on autopilot and played along with the Druchii’s whims.
“Ahh, that was fantastic. Kiss needs work, but we’ll get to that~” Filnon teased, stroking Estaria’s blushing cheeks. “So we’ve got the day off. Arena has cleared their schedule for a few days. While they might fit you in to a few small things to entertain the crowd, they are reaching out to further sponsors. You killed a Bleaksword Lordling just now, so people are impressed~” Filnon finally got down from Estaria’s muscular arms and let her catch her breath and come away from the wall.
“Lordling huh? Great. Who have I pissed off with his death?” Estaria asked, not really getting into the same passion as her Mistress.
“Lady Silven Darkhold, but more because she was planning to assassinate the man and now her work is in ruins. Don’t have to pay the assassins or cover up his assassination though, so the pros outweigh the cons” Filnon shrugged. This was society, it seemed.
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“So, I’m free for the day then. Guess you want to drag me to your bed” Estaria said dryly, her face deadpanned. Though as if to emotionally mirror Estaria, Filnon’s face lit up with a cheeky grin.
“Ohh my, so needy of a pet. Well, I guess I have time~” Filnon exclaimed, taking Estaria’s hand and dragging her off to the house.
Though what she was planning, was very misleading. Possibly intentionally, that was her thing after all. Instead of hot and heady sex, Estaria instead got a new outfit. Red leather that was sultry and provocative without being outright lewd like the last one. It left open enough to entice, but covered enough to leave a lot to the imagination. Teasing with the scent of wine rather than simply giving you the bottle. And finally, after the red satin heels, there was the obligatory ear nibble, and Filnon whispered.
“So, you going to accept your place in society and kiss my feet, orr..~” she softly caressed Estaria’s ass while asking, and the red-clad slave grinned broadly, having just thought of a great trick.
“Of course” Estaria then crouched down, sliding her fingers down Filnon’s smooth leg, and grabbed her ankle, picking her up by it standing up, bringing her foot to her lips, and giving it a quick kiss before letting it go. Filnon yelped as she was suddenly picked up and upended, but gracefully regained her footing after being let go.
For a few seconds she just stared wordlessly, and then with a snort, she collapsed into laughter. Infectious laughter, it turned out, because Estaria couldn’t help but start giggling herself. After a quick bout of laughter, Filnon changed seamlessly into an amused grin and rose her eyebrows.
“But seriously, I am spanking your ass for that later. Your whole butt is gonna be red when I am done with you~” She exclaimed, clipping a leash around Estaria’s collar and dragging her out. Es wasn’t sure what that meant. If she wanted to cause pain, the collar could just do that...maybe is was more a playful thing than actually wanting to cause the pain? The Druchii really was incomprehensible. Double incomprehensible when Estaria was dragged to a nice looking establishment and taken inside. Filnon got them a table for two, and sat her slave down, nibbling on the baskets of bread.
“Wow. You weren't kidding about the taking me out to dinner part. Makes me worried about the being ravaged in the streets part” Estaria looked at the bread, and then took one for herself.
“Ohh, don’t worry. If I ever do get to that part, you won’t have a mind to worry. It will be distracted, on other things~” Filnon grinned, and the promise was one that made Estaria blush.
The rest of the night, was surprisingly nice considering she was a slave in enemy territory. They ate and flirted and talked about things. Filnon boasted to the slave serving them about Estaria’s accomplishments, bragged about her plans for the future, and got royally drunk. The night ended with Estaria having to carry Filnon back to her house and tuck her in for the night. It was there, looking at Filnon’s sleeping form, that something strange and unbidden blossomed in her heart. Maybe it was because she was the only Player in this city, but despite everything, Estaria felt comfortable around Filnon. And, that was quite the disturbing thought….