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Post by Keretheriel on Jul 22, 2017 22:23:09 GMT -5
Keretheriel nodded slowly as she listened, eyeing her drink for a moment before taking another sip, this one longer. Clearly the other woman wanted to see some measure of unwinding on her part. Surely she could do just that here, in this beautiful space sitting across from a beautiful woman in one of the most powerful Cities in the world. Søren Kiirkegré was proving to be even more valuable than she initially assumed and, therefore, any sort of alliance― no matter how tenuous― had a critical need to be established. A gaze that was arctic in color but not in nature drifted over the Councilor's form as the illusory fabrics fell away to expose well-crafted armor in its stead. It was an interesting visual metaphor, to be direct. Søren's posture appeared so unguarded and her overtures were friendly enough even as she unveiled a full set of armor on her person. All the while speaking of things like worthiness and the Council.
The Siren liked her.
Kereth couldn’t quite suppress a smile from forming as she regarded the Councilor.
"I suspected as much, yes. From what I could sense of the City myself the Tower is nearly impenetrable. At least― I do not have the means myself to break it and although Arktouros was the greatest of us I know he would not be able to either."
The Siren paused, taking a moment to drain the last of her glass and set it to the side.
"Though I am certain Alpha extends the protection of the Tower to me he led me to believe there was another reason that he was offering me an opportunity to join his Council. He implied that he intended my presence to be a catalyst in ending a status quo, as he put it. I was left with the sense that he expected my arrival to be threatening to those he had deemed complacent." Kereth mimicked Søren and leaned back― had her neckline always been that low― to make herself more comfortable against the plush seating.
"With that being said, once I was set to retire for the evening Alpha called on me. It was the conversation that followed that caused me to forgo seeing each Councilor one after the other and in order. Tell me, Søren, what is so precious about his dear Floraelia that Alpha would make a point to see me personally to warn me off her? Is there a reason you would know of that he demand I see her first?"
The Siren smirked before remarking, "Clearly I do not follow Alpha's orders, and I have been told that you were the most likely to be able to offer me any sort of an answer. I believe my instinct was right in asking to meet with you first. I don't think I can convince you I am worth the cultivation of a relationship. Not by my telling you so, I think. I've not formed any alliances yet, but you're my, how do you say, first choice. Especially in light of rebelling against the chains Alpha may already believe to be secure."
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Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jul 22, 2017 23:17:41 GMT -5
Søren smirked as she watched Keretheriel get comfortable. If the Siren liked the Councilor, the feeling, thus far, was returned, and while Søren was always a bit of an acquired taste, she certainly seemed at ease with this new would be Council-elect - though, admittedly, Søren was certainly in her element, so one might be hard-pressed to find a reason for her to be ill-at-ease in the first place.
The fact that she and the woman opposite her shared history was a lubricant to their relationship, though it could also quickly dry up and make them like sandpaper against each other, depending on context. Yet, their shared experiences of being Guardians seemed to have ingrained similar outlooks in both of the women, and that was a help. The fact that, too, both seemed to like what they saw, visually, in the other, was always a big help too.
"Even I'm not really sure the extent of what Alpha, and by proxy, the Tower, can do."
Her answer was blunt, but it certainly would be enough to act as a confirmation to Kereth's assessment of the Tower's capabilities. When the Siren began relaying, and speculating as to, Alpha's reasoning for asking her to join the Council, Søren laughed out loud.
"He was talking about me. And, maybe in a way, Aeorex too, but mostly me - I'm the one who's on his shit list at the moment."
The Guardian threw her head back and laughed - cackled, really- at the notion.
"If Alpha brought you in to somehow threaten me, he made an odd choice - right now all your threatening to do to me is get me wet."
As Kereth continued, Søren motioned for Brenna to come near, and quietly whispered in her ear, asking her to bring some trays of hours 'devours for them to snack on, which she promptly set off to do, clearly swishing her hips just a bit as she walked away from the Councilor, who certainly took the time to notice. Once she was out of the room again, Søren narrowed her eyes slightly at Kereth's recounting. Alpha made a special point to send her to Floraelia? That was a strange move for him - Floraelia would be the last one she needed to convince if Alpha was vouching for her, so why would he go out of his way?
Søren snagged her drink and stood, walking across the short expanse between the two women in order to re-seat herself directly at Kereth's left side. Leaning back, crossing one leg over the other, and making herself comfortable again, the Councilor thought for a moment before continuing to speak.
"Alpha's protective of her, sure, but what you're describing sounds unusual for him. Floraelia is understood to be protected in the city because of her proximity to Alpha, and it could be that, because you are an outsider, relatively speaking, Alpha wanted to make a special point for emphasizing that to you, but I don't really buy that explanation. There has to be another reason."
Søren smirked when Keretheriel finished, and the Council member didn't hesitate to reach out with one of her gloved hands and stroke a finger along Keretheriel's pristine, shimmering cheek.
"I'm flattered you seem to think so highly of me already, and I admit that I think we'll get along extremely well. But, I want to caution you - I'm probably the least popular member of the Council right now, and while Callixta and I have a good thing going, I don't have many other friends on the Council. So, while I'd certainly love if we got substantially more friendly, understand that putting me as your first choice might rule out a few others automatically."
Søren ticked her head to the side as Brenna re-entered the room with the food: the Councilor would let the woman put the trays down before speaking directly to her, her smirk twisting her lips into both mocking and enticing curves.
"Thank you, Brenna. You know, my legs are so tired from my day - be a dear and prop them up for me."
Søren would gesture with a flick of her head to the floor just before her, clearly expecting the hostess to come, drop to her knees, and act as a footrest for the Councilor for a time. Assuming the woman got into position, the Councilor would slide a bit sideways to but right up next to Kereth, allowing her room to prop her legs up on Brenna's back as well.
"What else did Alpha say?"
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Post by Grey Haze on Jul 23, 2017 11:20:45 GMT -5
Brenna responded easily to the Councilor's summons: she could sense the tension heating up in the room and she had no desire to interrupt. The Affair truly was a highly curated experience and so when the Councilwoman made her wishes known the hostess slinked over somewhat eagerly. Her lithe form dropped to her knees, her body bending and coiling into an all-fours position as the dim lighting made the metallic gold paint sparkle against her exposed skin.
Soon after two other hosts stepped in with full trays of bite-sized portions of delicious-looking food. There were rounds of goat cheese with mint leaves and topped with grape slices. Some kind of rounded, flatbread topped with thinly sliced pink meat and a sauce of colorful, chopped peppers. There was a third that smelled sweet and was contained in little golden cups, frozen as it were. Grey was clearly keen on the Councilwoman and her guest having a good time. Each of the hosts set their loaded trays down on the side tables located on either side of the couch the two women were currently occupying. The Councilor's drink was topped off while her guest's was refilled. Neither of them acknowledged Brenna nor did they interrupt the patrons: their presence was not to draw attention but to serve.
As quickly as they entered they both melted back into the shadowed stairwell, leaving only Brenna to fulfill her task.
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Post by Keretheriel on Jul 23, 2017 13:13:17 GMT -5
Keretheriel smiled at Søren's assertion of her true threat, both brows lifting quickly but subtly at the remark. It was still possible that the actions she'd taken as a Guardian to forsake her title could sour the relationship so the present goodwill was not taken for granted. The Siren watched as the Councilor stood and claimed the seat next to her: as the other woman settled Kereth shifted to re-distribute her weight against the couch, turning so that she could prop her left arm up and over the round of it and more or less drape against the plush fabric facing Søren.
A slow nod was timed to Søren's conclusion that there was another reason for Alpha's behavior, but she didn't say anything immediately choosing instead to mull it over. It wasn't long before the former Guardian captured her focus with another assertion― this time about Søren's standing in the Council― and was paired with physical contact. The Siren took the new standard as a cue to relax even more, her eyes becoming heavy-lidded and had her curves always been that intense?
"It was my impression that First, Second, and Third District hold something of a strong allyship and that adding another to the number of Fifth and Sixth makes it even if I become Seventh. It would follow, to my mind, that we must then move to make sure the last two vacancies are filled either by those who will hold with us or― what is more appealing to my taste― we must break apart the alliance opposing you. Alpha is only so powerful as his puppets are, and your standing is only so low if new friends are in short supply. I will be direct, Søren, and perhaps it will seem petty reasoning, but I've a mind to disrupt Alpha's status quo: those who maintain it for him seem to be Floraelia Devinian, Ishmaél Mirr, and Aeorex Kheys-strhah-leekcht. Alpha's unusual move, as you say, to emphasize Floraelia's protected status only makes me want to push the boundary of what that means."
She leaned away for a moment, her chin lifting as her smirk turned devious and her right hand making a dismissive gesture.
"Fine, fine, she is to be protected, sheltered by the Shadow of Alpha. Kheys-strhah-leekcht seems much more interesting and perhaps a new player on the board will help shift his view of what is practical or not. . ." Break apart the alliance.
The implication was left hanging as Keretheriel's expression took on an edge of mock innocence. Somewhere in that time she made use of Brenna as well, casually using the woman's body as an extended point on which to drape the length of her form.
"Aside from speaking in grand terms of his epic designs for me there isn't much else to tell. Our conversations were, I think, deliberately short."
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Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jul 23, 2017 13:55:52 GMT -5
Søren stretched her petite frame out, laying back into the plush cushioning and digging her legs just a bit into Brenna's lovely back as she got comfortable, having grabbed a piece of flatbread to munch on as she continued to converse with the Siren. As always, the Affair was providing exactly what she wanted, and the experience, not to mention the company, was doing a lot to allow the Councilor to release some of the tension that had come with her crazy day. The Guardian munched thoughtfully as Kereth spoke, taking small, mouse-like bites as she savored the flavor and contemplated what it was the Siren was indicating.
Luckily, Keretheriel was being up-front in her designs - were she of a different flavor of persona, Søren might have been concerned that her haughty talk about interfering with Alpha's deigns was a plant designed to rope Søren into conspiracy. However, while some lingering suspicions still played at the back of Søren's mind, the Councilor mostly felt that Kereth was being straight with her. Callixta would be able to confirm or question the assumption later - she was very good at sensing motive, and Søren told herself that she would continue to be careful and not commit to anything until she'd received Callixta's sign-off on the woman. That said, the woman's though process was a clear mirror of Søren's own, and she had come to many of the same conclusions, even with limited information. Finishing her little snack, Søren took another sip of her drink before continuing to be a contributing member of the conversation.
"It's bold to go against Alpha. Be sure, before you make any moves that run contrary to his designs, to have yourself covered. I know the politics seem easy, but Alpha doesn't seem to be above disavowing anyone for crossing him and sending them back out into the cold. Or worse."
Søren's words were cautionary, but her tone was almost mocking, as though she were playing the careful game of not signing on to anything conspiratorial in nature, but also not dismissing the idea by any means.
"I'm sure Alpha is planning on you disrupting the status quo - so while I feel like a shakeup would be beneficial, both to my standing and potentially yours, don't assume that your actions are unanticipated: our dear Magistrate is a masterful player of political games, so I would definitely entertain the notion that you, right now, are doing exactly what he intended, rather than running contrary to his designs."
Søren chuckled. She knew not to underestimate Alpha, especially in the Tower - Kereth was clearly confident, but Søren was a survivor first and a troublemaker second - she was interested in making sure she had a good grip on the trunk before she stepped out on a limb that might break.
"You aren't wrong about the lay of the land, though - Aeorex is the most potentially influential, and likewise the most likely to potentially swing one way or another, dependent on his interests. As it so happens, he and I are getting together early in the morning - Alpha wanted him to assist me with a drug bust operation, meaning I'll get a bit of time alone with him to get a better gauge of his priorities."
Søren snagged another flatbread before continuing.
"An additional consideration in your calculations is that Ishmael isn't likely to stay on the Council once some of the other positions are fulfilled - he's a workhorse, but he's been a fill-in for quite some time. That means that, potentially, Eighth, First, Fourth, and Seventh are all districts in play, though you're well on your way to locking down Seventh. That district has potential leverage against all the others, except perhaps mine and Callixta's, due to the control of the import-export logistical operations: I know it's on Aeorex's short list of interests, though Fourth is a higher priority for him."
Fourth was a priority for everyone, due to the way in which the research and medical industries had taken hold of the district. It was intimately connected with Third, and that meant that it could be a point to greatly expand Aeorex's influence . . . Or a perfect place for someone else to undermine him. Either way, Fourth was his greatest need, and therefore his greatest weakness.
Søren focused on Kereth intently as she finished up her second snack, a coy smirk playing across her lips.
"You're certainly talking a good game here, Kereth, and seemingly you're offering me about as good a deal as I could hope for in exchange for supporting you. But, what if I say I'm just not quite convinced - what will you do then?"
The Councilor ler her eyes pointedly linger on the Siren's body for a moment before her red gaze returned to Kereth's cool one. Søren bit the bottom of her own lip playfully, and carefully set down her drink on the table to her side.
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Post by Keretheriel on Jul 23, 2017 22:16:50 GMT -5
"I think I may be able to be more bold now, and less so later when I am made fully aware of what I may do and can no longer claim an ignorance of the ruleset or precedence. And quite the contrary, I do understand the politics look neat and contained on paper: it is much more messy in practice, yes?"
Her smirk deepened at that.
"No, you are correct. Seventh holds no sway over Fifth and Sixth, but Seventh holds great power over Second and Third. I think that a show of goodwill toward Fifth and," the Siren inclined her chin downward, pale eyes never leaving the Councilor's, "Sixth is in order. And the simple suggestion that I, as the potential holder of Seventh, could be so moved by the favor of Sixth as to pressure Second and Third when necessary I hope will be taken into account."
She made a small gesture with one hand.
"Perhaps a compromise can be reached on Fourth. We find someone Kheys-strhah-leekcht can work with and someone who will not be closed to us. These things are fluid, I think, and can be negotiated."
When the tone of the conversation changed subtly Keretheriel watched the other woman with visible interest.
"Do not misunderstand me, Søren Kiirkegré, I sought your company tonight because I intend to begin an alliance. It has been made clear that this is my path to surviving in good health here in Vascxious Sigma. You are my first choice because your reputation made it clear to me that I could be myself with you and, how you say, politick less, and say what I mean rather than what I want you to think I mean. With that being said. . ." Kereth paused a moment to eye the other woman from the ground up as well, her full mouth curving attractively. "If there are other ways of gaining your favor that involve less talking and more direct action, I would be happy to oblige. Not only because you might want them, but because I might want to give them to you."
The Siren claimed a sip from her refilled glass, arctic gaze fever-bright as she held Søren's stare.
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Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jul 24, 2017 0:06:40 GMT -5
Søren smirked as she listened to the Siren speak, and made a point to hear all of the woman's words individually and not just watch the lines of her mouth move. What Kereth admitted definitely made the Council-elect seem much more practical, and adding that dose of realism into her very bold, and also very idealistic, picture of how events might play out did wonders to calm Søren's nerves. She and Keretheriel were on the same page, primarily, and while they might not agree on every point, they clearly had enough of a common basis, both in motive and practice, to forge a working partnership.
"Definitely best to keep these plans fluid - if I've learned anything from my life's experiences, it's that you always try to create your own opportunities, but likewise you make yourself ready to capitalize on the opportunity you didn't see coming."
Søren smirked at Kereth's last statement, and carefully lowered her legs to the ground and stood, stepping in front of Keretheriel and facing her.
"Brenna, dear, why don't you give us a few moments of privacy. I'll call you when I'm ready for you again."
Hopefully, the Siren would get the hint and drop her legs down as well, allowing the hostess to stand and leave from the private box. As Brenna stepped out, Søren closed her eyes, let out a slow breath, and willed her armor to begin receding into her physical structure, causing the black plate to begin to warp and melt off her petite frame, dissolving into smoky vapor. As the armor faded, assuming that Kereth didn't give any pushback, Søren would sink down into the woman's lap, her knees on either side of Kereth's hips, and drape her arms over the Siren's shoulders. The last of her armor would fade just seconds after Søren got into position, leaving her pale, athletic body bared for her companion to see. The Guardian's smirk, as usual, was infectious.
"Let's be clear - I'm not propositioning you as an ultimatum for collaboration - I think we are both on the same page with the potential for a partnership, and as attractive as you are, if I were on the fence a bit of intimate contact wouldn't be enough to sway my opinion against my better judgement. As far as I'm concerned, our business is settled."
The Councilor bit at her own lush, red bottom lip playfully, her red eyes staring intensely at Kereth as she brought her bare hips closer to the woman's own and would sit back on her thighs.
"I'm propositioning you, Miss Council-Elect for Seventh District Keretheriel, because I very much want to fuck you. And, since you've also indicated your interest . . ."
Søren trailed off as she leaned down, and would immediately attempt to capture the Siren's lips with her own, pressing her body against her companions and forcing Kereth to sink just a bit further into the plush cushioning of her seat. Of course, if Kereth declined or resisted, Søren would desist - yet, somehow, the Guardian wasn't overly worried about rejection at this point.
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Post by Keretheriel on Jul 25, 2017 18:34:32 GMT -5
Keretheriel's expression didn't change when Søren directed Brenna to leave the room; her only movement was to sit up slightly and slide her lower body away from the hostess so her departure wouldn't be impeded.
The other woman's change in position caught her eye and the Siren looked over just in time to see the armor begin to melt away. By the time Søren was settling herself onto the top of Kereth's thighs the deeply violet toned silks that made up her gown had melted away in much the same manner. Søren was talking but Kereth was only half-listening, choosing to instead devote her focus to the curves of the woman straddling her waist.
Those preternaturally pale eyes honed in on the Councilor's lipbiting and even before she'd begun leaning down both of the Siren's hands were on the thick of her thighs, pressing against smooth flesh before gliding upward to lightly grasp one palm against the bottom of her ribs, thumb tracing the full curve of her breast while the other snaked upward and around her neck to pull her closer. The moment their mouths met Kereth's tongue swept across the underside of Søren's upper lip. The fingertips of her left hand grazed through the other woman's hair and her right squeezed against firm flesh, the small of the vixen's back arching off the plush seat even as she was pushed down further against it. Was the light dimming even further? The music seemed so far away, the performance below them a world away.
Perhaps meeting Søren first wasn't the best idea: Keretheriel was likely to be disappointed that the rest of her Councilor glad-handing wouldn't end this way. . .
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Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jul 25, 2017 19:07:01 GMT -5
Søren let out a girlish sound not too dissimilar from a moan when her lips met with Keretheriel's, and as she felt more than saw her new dance partner's clothes melt away (much in the same manner as her own, confirming her suspicions of their semi-magical nature), the Councilor wasted no time and drew her right hand down Kereth's body, her fingers tracing a curving path down around the Siren's ample breasts, across her smooth stomach, and directly down between her legs, where Søren's index and middle fingers would gently stroke along the woman's sex before carefully easing their tips inside.
Søren wasn't much for exaggerated build-up or waiting, and as she touched Keretheriel, her lips and tongue would rapidly intensify the ferocity of their actions, coming in to bite on the Siren's luscious lower lip while her tongue fought with Kereth's in a contest of intensity and passion. As the Siren grabbed at Søren's hair, the Councilor did the same back with her left hand, resting her elbow in the cushion back as her fingers got a good hold of Kereth's raven locks, pulling them taught as she rested the majority of her body's weight (which wasn't highly considerable, given her size) down on Kereth's thighs as her fingers deftly sought to stimulate the Siren's nether-region. Søren had very good aim, and her experience in interacting intimately with persons of Kereth's genital configuration would be made obvious by the strong, careful motions of her two fingers and the way her thumb maneuvered just-so to gently stroke at the Siren's most sensitive outside part.
The Councilor-Elect of Seventh District could grab on all she wanted - in fact, Søren preferred that she did: the Councilor was certainly gearing up to take her on a ride.
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Post by Keretheriel on Aug 9, 2017 12:52:56 GMT -5
Keretheriel swallowed whatever sound Søren made and the hand at the other woman's nape pushed slender fingers through dark hair. The Siren's grip wasn't intense or even truly firm, but it was certainly a leverage point used to deepen their kiss.
The moment Søren found those sensitive places her grip tightened and the vixen effectively broke that kiss by tilting the other woman's head toward the ceiling. Kereth burned a path with her lips and tongue from the corner of the Councilor's mouth down over the line of her jaw and toward the hollow of her throat. Meanwhile her thighs parted just so in order to make it that much easier for Søren to work her magic. Though Kereth was quiet lover it would be clear the Siren was absolutely engrossed in what they were doing: no screams or whimpers were likely to sound off but her breath certainly caught every time Søren stroked in just the right way and there was always a brief sigh that signaled a renewed interest in teasing the other woman's exposed flesh with her tongue and the edge of her teeth.
Speaking of, it wouldn't be too much longer before Kereth's grip tightened enough to persuade Søren to arch her back just a little more so that her trailblazing could extend down between the Councilor's breasts, her other hand finally shifting to cup the curve where her bottom met the back of her thigh. The Siren took a moment to appreciate that curve thoroughly, offering an approving squeeze before turning her attention to a nearby nipple. Keretheriel was clearly no stranger to bedding women as her tongue began to clearly demonstrate as it swept over delicate skin and encircled what should soon be a very firm portion of flesh. . .
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Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Aug 9, 2017 21:08:32 GMT -5
Søren was definitely not the quiet type - when Keretheriel both decided to trail her mouth down the woman's neck and when the Siren grabbed a good tight hold of Søren's ass, the Councilor let out moaning sounds that would have undoubtedly been heard by any staff lingering outside their box, and perhaps on the floor down below. The Councilor, clearly, didn't care, and instead kept totally focused on her new friend and, specifically, making sure that her fingers were doing their best to pinpoint her pleasure spots and deftly stroke and press so as to build the Siren's excitement towards imminent release.
Søren listened carefully for Kereth's sharp intakes of breath, and any time she found just the right spot, she would hone in with her fingers, taking care not to over-exert pressure or focus too much on a particularly sensitive spot. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, Kereth would quickly find that the Councilor would zero in on the most pleasurable combinations of movements, and with any luck, quiet or not, Kereth would be feeling her excitement mount at a rapidly-escalating place.
The escalation of her partner's pleasure was especially important to Søren when her nipple was latched between the Siren's lips, causing the Councilor to let out another moan and arch to give her partner more access, the buds rapidly hardening in response to Kereth's careful touch. Søren leaned forward and settled her bottom down further on Kereth's thighs, her one free arm wrapping around the Siren's head as it pressed to Søren's chest, her weight leaning forward onto the other woman's body. Unfortunately, in her position, Søren was beginning to have a hard time reaching between their bodies to stroke between Kereth''s legs, so the Councilor would momentarily give up on her deliberate attack of the Siren's pleasure circuits and remove her hand and instead using it to stroke and sensually paw at Kereth's bosom.
Søren wanted to get up and change their positions, but she also didn't want to interrupt Kereth while she was doing what she currently was with her mouth . . .
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