You know what was strange? How something like this could be more intimate than actual sex. Zael had to wonder what Captain Claudia's sage opinion would be on it. If Zael had the honor of guessing (and fuck yeah he was gonna take that honor), he'd say that Claudia would opine something like: "Well, because you expect to fuck in a whorehouse, love. Argh."
Zael gave himself over to
Delaney's few kisses as she painted the markings on his face. Drunkenness and relative inexperience (again, what do you expect to do in a whorehouse, love) likely made for a messy combination. Maybe that was too harsh. They were gentle little kisses, not slobbering tongue-wrestling matches, so how sloppy could he have been? He was having a good time, and he'd bet Delaney was too.
And Zael grunted with pleasant surprise—and a heaping helping of satisfaction—when Delaney clapped her hands onto his southernmost cheeks and left a couple of blue calling cards on them.
"Now that's some fierce warpaint," he said.
"Bright blue handprints on my third deadliest weapon."
Delaney had a few more spots to touch up (heh). And, meanwhile, the Students were all engaged in a quick little "bouncing" competition. Eric and the boys were hopping up and down, watching their peckers flap along with the motion, but they were certainly more entranced with Iliana, Yuna, and the girls. And Iliana was
clearly winning. Yuna, bless her heart, was trying her mightiest, but her petite bosom simply wasn't as lively as Iliana's was. She looked a little miffed about it.
"Yeah. My turn."
Zael grinned so hard his cheeks (his northernmost cheeks, to be clear) hurt pretty good with the effort. He dabbed some paint on his hands and stood back for a moment, overdramatizing with an intensely studious look, like a master sculptor observing how to put the final and most crucial flourishes of his magnum opus.
"What we have here...is a valkyrie...waiting to soar!"
He didn't really know what he was doing, but he'd seen a few depictions of Norden art and style to have a rough idea. Nice swirls along the curves of her lithe muscles and along a couple of her more feminine curves. Some runic looking designs on her neck, her thighs, her arms. Flaring wings of blue around her eyes. A matching few dabs on the nose. Twins, heh.
As much as he enjoyed running his fingers along all these porcelain features of Delaney's, enjoyed the surprising smoothness of her skin that stood in near direct opposite to the coarseness of his hands, of course he saved the best for last. She had a cheeky (heh) little surprise for him, he had one for her.
"And for the finishing touch..." Zael held out his arms as if he were going to try to fly away, a nice stance to bring his hands swinging around to clap onto her backside, same as she did to him.
Only he didn't. He brought his hands back in and clapped them right onto Delaney's breasts, fingers plunging greedily into their softness, jiggling them to, you know,
really work that paint in there, and then he let go.
"A berserker and a valkyrie," he mused,
"samplin the goods and leavin their marks."
Delaney Lennox
