Vixen Follies-Bachlorette party/competition [open]

[Aryn Valcoph]

Oh, a blown kiss~!

Aryn mimicked catching it, raising an eyebrow with a smirk blazing on her lips. Slowly, she lifted and twitched her finger back and forth...and planted the caught kiss right on her own ass with a wink.

Cheeky.

She swiveled back to Marcus and shot him a grin.

"...well, maybe if you lose those clothes yourself, I won't have to fantasize on burning them off~"

Her eyes glittered. Oh yes. She would show him what she had...but not to him. She did, however, reach out to gently, tantalizingly, brush her fingers against his jaw...

...and turned to sway away. Destination?

Aryn was bringing the show to Delilah. 'Thank you for choosing Bastille's Last-Night-As-A-Free-Woman Party. As a gesture of our appreciation we're upgrading your balcony seat to front row, where interaction is mandatory. Have a wonderful evening and enjoy being part of the show~'[/color]

The woman was ridiculously fun to tease when she was sober, she wondered what it would be like when she'd had a bit too much to drink~ a few steps away Aryn lowered herself, slinking forwards on hands and knees in the sand, like a cat. Her hand skimmed up Delilah's calf, and her lips just brushed over her knee as she skimmed her way upwards, touching gently and reverently.

Change of plans, indeed.
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[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille was actually about to laugh.

"Oh this should be good" She snickered.

She would watch, crimson hues poised on Aryns movements.

[[ooc; literally all i have to say, I'm giggling too hard]]

[Marcus Prasad]

{OOC} Giggling? Full on Belly Laughs on my end XD {OOC}

Marcus eyes went wide when he realized what Aryn was about to do, which was to re-inact any straight man's ultimate fantasy. And considering Marcus had made out furiously with both of these women on seperate occasions, this fantasy definatly topped his list.

"Oooooh I do NOT want to miss this!"
He said before whirling around, Grabbing the box he was transported in and flipping it around, thus making for him an impromtu seat.
'I am SO going to need a dip in the water after this......'

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah stared back at Aryn with an expression of mild surprise, watching the goosebumps rise along the bare skin of her thigh at the contact of Aryn's lips and the featherlight touch of her fingertips. She blinked, once.

And then smiled.

"I haven't been to too many bachelorette parties," she said in a low, husky voice that was almost a growl, leaning her head away from it's resting place against Bastille's and lowering it to Aryn's eye level. "But I'm mostly certain that we have these things for the bride~."

The hand that had been drawing absently along Bastille's thigh placed itself palm down and slid boldly up from her knee to squeeze the red-eyed woman's thigh suggestively. With her other hand, she took Aryn's chin in her forefinger and thumb as she leaned backwards to her former position, drawing the brunette closer to her as she grinned wickedly.

"Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things….nose painting, sleep and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire but takes away the performance."

--Macbeth

[Bastille Amtrum]

[[ooc; apologise breaking the posting order but its small]]

Bastille snickered. "I do hope you are not suggesting that I...am Lady Macbeth- although I agree my intentions for this man are most fowl. Most fowl indeed since I do intend to wed tomorrow" Bastille would just sit back and take it all. Give it to her girls....give it to her all.

"What say you Duncan?"

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus smirked. He had read Macbeth before as well, what High schooler didn't though he would not be able to quote it to save his life. Still, he caught on pretty quick the implications of Bastille refering to him as The late King Duncan. Oh he knew they were up to something. Probably involving him being stripped Naked and abandoned or something like that, he had seen it enough times on TV anyway. Unfortunatly this Realization would quickly take the wind out of his sails, making this whole thing an excersize of 'How long till the Devil women dropped the bomb?'

Predictable. Boring. Marcus hated Boring. Boring meant he had to find ways to amuse himself elsewhere. Unfortunatly he couldn't just leave Del here like this. God Forbid The other two get any funny idea's and give the First cause to fiercely regret what happened the morning after.

"I say."
He would begin slowly with much gravitas before splitting into a wide grin.
"That I am WAY overdressed for this party."

Marcus would then whip off his t-shirt, revealing every square inch of corded and scarred musculature in his svelt upper body before tossing his shirt onto the box. The cool dusk air playing pleasently over his bare skin. This WAS Bastilles special day before being chained up with Mathew, or was it the other way around? Mabey both? Anyway there MUST have been a reason other than the obvious for him to be here. As much fun as the titilation was, It could get pretty old pretty fast when all you can do is watch.

Wait a minute? Why could he only watch?

"Delilah's Right though. This night SHOULD be all about the bride."
Approaching Bastille, who he had to admit was looking pretty fucking badass with Aryn and Del Draped over her like some regal Sex queen, Marcus would go down on one knee and bow, one hand over his chest.
"And what can this humble doomed King do for you on such an auspicious night M'lady?"

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn grinned as Delilah changed her course, but went with it, leaning over to trace one hand up the Crow's body, and the other hand stretching to slowly wander and walk her fingers up Bastille's lovely bod.

Yes, Aryn brushed, stroked, teased, and appreciated every trailing touch of Delilah and Bastille's body.

Just because it was Bastille's night didn't mean she couldn't have her cake and eat it, too.

...and then Marcus. Oh snap. Pie.

Yesplzkthx.

Aryn watched with her eyes glittering, brushing her lips against Bastille's jaw with a teasing little nibble.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah whistled appreciatively as Marcus approached, lifting a hand to trail through the long, brunette locks of Aryn's hair, watching the man kneel with a wicked grin.

"Ooooh~, this should be good." she purred, nuzzling Bastille's neck affectionately

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Aye, I was once asked how I might dine tonight..." She snickered.

"I think, Dear Duncan- that...depends on you" She said and looked at the girls. She was enjoying this too much.

"A game then. A tournament, on my honor- for my honor and by my honor ....but not as a knight. Tonight I think I'll simply take my honor on that of a woman- for woman has had many short comings in history- but the arts of intimacy has always been our domain alone. I think tonight we should show Dear Duncan here a little of what lays deep in the mysterious world of women, and why men will never know its depths. Aryn, I believe you and I to be the most suitable candidates. Delilah, you be the judge- after all...we cant expect poor Marcus here to judge coherently. The cake rarely judges the baker after all...."

She grinned a wicked grin.

"Aryn, you do the honors of starting this little art festival....I do believe he said he was far too clothed....and pants are so highly over rated."

[Marcus Prasad]

"If its all the same, id rather take them off myself. I wasent joking when I said I was running out of pants."

And so the plot was revealed! Bastilles little speech was interesting enough, quite misguided but interesting. While it was true the average man didn't know jack about women, Marcus was anything but average and while it must be fun to steep the 'unknowable world of women' in quasi mysticism, when you boiled it down to brass tacks they were people all the same.

And Marcus knew people.
Then again, theatrics and what was a party without theatrics?
So a contest of sensuality huh? He had to admit it was pretty ingenious. A clever little twist on an old formula. Well, nothing else for it then. Slowly, cautiously he would unbuckle his belt and begin to tug his pants down, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. With a kick he would send his jeans flying back where it would smack into the box behind.

"Well Minx. Ready when you are."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn cracked a lazy, catty grin in response to Bastille. This woman...

Well, crafty little thing she was, Aryn caught the hint. And since it was the Bride's night..~

Well.

Who was Aryn to refuse such a request?

With a sigh as she trailed her fingers down Bastille's arm to her own knee, then up her side with her other arm mirroring it, Aryn rocked back upon her legs, seemingly to stand before she bent backwards in a tumbling bridge and tucked herself into a roll. Of course, she came back to her feet after the sensuous motion...but it was the thought of it that counted. She smirked as Marcus threw his pants, and cast her arm out in a dramatic sweep--!

With a crackle, his jeans ignited - knocked off-course by a blast that accompanied the fire, because she needed to see it - at the same time her other hand trailed delicately over Marcus' hip, just over the rim of his boxers, coasting over his lower back and then rising higher as she laughed. She sneakily smoothed her lips against a shoulder blade before rasping her teeth lightly--to make him question if she ever did it at all. Though her eyes were angled towards his pants to continue her control over the black flame that would burn even on the sand, her other hand drew over his arm to curl her fingers between his and guide it over his shoulder, so his elbow was up in the air.

Her lips brushed against the tips of his fingers, gently mocking something else she would love to do~

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah watched Marcus whip his jeans off without so much as batting an eye and let Aryn move away to go and torture Marcus for the amusement of the bride-to-be. She would cast a sideways glance at Bastille.

"So, if you're lady Macbeth and he's Duncan, who does that make Aryn and I~?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"You don't want to know sweetheart." Bastille mused quickly, extremely amused by this display. But she did pause to think about it.

"Well, you're the one who quoted...so you'd get to be the one to know..." She said finally, too lazy to come up with the right answer herself. She blurted out a small yell for Aryn, like a client in a strip joint.

"I've always liked fire"

[Marcus Prasad]

As his dwindling supply of Jeans suddenly suffered another casualty, Marcus could only find himself impressed with Aryns accuracy as the Jeans were torched in midair. Surprised, he turned to her and gave a small round of applause, stiffening (In more places than one) as he felt her fingertip trace a tantalizing line along his hip. For now he would stand there, an intrigued smile plastered on his face as he turned his head to eye Aryn up as she began her little game, his warm flesh pinching into goosebumps under her caresses.

He would allow her to move his arm, but not before briefly nuzzling her cheek with his first two knuckles, breathing in a short and sharp breath as her lips brushed his fingertips.

"Oh you little Minx you."
He would Purr as he stood there silently wondering if he was expected to dance along with her or if this was a one woman show.
Well, best to wait and see!

[Aryn Valcoph]

"That's right, love~" She purred, drawing the tip of her tongue against a digit before drawing it between her lips, sucking slowly. And only for a short while until she released him with a gentle scrape of her teeth against the top. Part of the reason for her bringing his arm back was that it meant she could t be easily seen; tease him, make him anticipate and visualize instead of just giving him more right off the bat. Build the desire and bank it like a fire.

And while Aryn didn't really acknowledge their audience aside from a fleeting glance, the fact there was one made it that. much. better.

The brunette's lips skimmed along the muscle near Marcus' neck, punctuating her travel with a small but firm bite. Her free hand trailed down his back, occasionally just grazing her nails against his skin but largely keeping the sensation light and teasing in contrast to her bite.