Larry Laffer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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prismatica2019-12-14 04:16 pm
loungelizard) wrote in prismatica2019-12-14 04:16 pm
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Good afternoon Lunatia! ♪
[Hopefully you were sitting when you opened this audio message, because the brunt of this undiluted cheerfulness would've knocked you on your ass.]
Since I've found my hands... preoccupied, and there's nothing that interesting on TV... I have a question for anyone who wants to talk:
What's the craziest thing that has happened to you before, after, or during sex?
[Hopefully you were sitting when you opened this audio message, because the brunt of this undiluted cheerfulness would've knocked you on your ass.]
Since I've found my hands... preoccupied, and there's nothing that interesting on TV... I have a question for anyone who wants to talk:
What's the craziest thing that has happened to you before, after, or during sex?
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I was expecting something more salacious from you, babe! So--what's the deal? Was the oath to celibacy some sort of stereotype or just a "different denominations" situation?
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...Except he was a dragonborn.
But you're a naughty boy, asking for juicy stories over public forum. I save those for special occasions. You know, to inspire others.
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Well. I am working on several creative projects right now...I could use all the inspiration I can get!
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As you've said, I'm one of those "fantasy chicks". I can truly grant you inspiration if you wish, let you push yourself to limits unseen on whatever it is you're working on. You could say I'm something of a muse.
Ah, I think I have just the story to use: My one big heist.
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Ooh, action and drama? Do tell!
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I got into a little stint acquiring an object that had fallen into the hands of a cozy little town. Apparently it had been given to them by a traveling treasure hunter as thanks for giving him or her a roof over their head... basically, someone who happily gave up something of great worth rather than gold. Happens a lot.
Either way, I was bored. But the hangup was that the object was enchanted for its protection: It must only be given willingly from hand to hand, so I couldn't exactly steal it. So I wagered I'd have a little fun.
I descended as... the avatar of the dragon of life, who sought the object after losing it eons ago from her hoard. With my tail, my horns and more than enough glamour to style a false pair of wings, I became the talk of the town, who wondered what sort of blessing I could bestow upon them. I've a little spell, you see, that coaxes plants to grow at an exponential rate... perhaps I'd bolster their crops and keep them from starving.
They were intrigued, but skeptical, which I expected. But after the wandering eyes from the townsfolk that I'd seen, I had a catch that would prove mutually beneficial: I wanted the most 'abundant', 'lively' people to share a bed with me to... sort of "store energy" for the upcoming ritual in the name of a dragon that didn't truly exist. So what followed were several nights with new faces: Men who rippled from head to toe with determination, musculature that demanded my fingers trace every last inch of them... craftsmen, blacksmiths that turned to butter with I nibble just right...
...Women, dancers with legs that ran for days, maidens who sighed with utmost pleasure as their breasts filled my hands. You'd asked me before what my tail is capable, and darling, it's capable of so much...
Well, regardless, once I'd had my fill of many thirsty townsfolk who wished to drink deep, my cup runneth over and I performed the ritual. Their crops burst with newfound life, and I was granted the object. Oh, I can't even remember what in the Prime the item was... some little bauble of sorts.
But the funniest thing happened, once the bauble was in my pocket: It just so happened that some of the town's skeptics had done a little research and found that no such dragon of life existed, and... well, I'm a tiefling. So once I saw the black armor of the local mercenaries looking to kill a "succubus" that had laid claim to the town, I slipped right out.
...I think I still occasionally get letters from those old lovers. Some even turned to more magically-inclined folk to send me messages.
[The sound of drummed fingers.]
Hmm. I suppose that's not much in tune of action and drama, but I think it fits when you've just been so bold and open, Ser Larry, when it comes to what you seek and how you seek it!
[Inspiration is a funny thing. For the next hour, Larry perhaps may find his stitchwork to be pristine, the hemming cleaner than ever before, or maybe discover new ways to enhance the overall look of his finished project.
...Or if he's jacking off that's a hell of an orgasm, but Madhuri doesn't particularly look an opportunity to use Bardic Inspiration in the nose. Either way, enjoy.]
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About one minute later he sends a reply.]
Wow! What a story!
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A bard is nothing without a good story, Ser Larry. I hope that your project is a fruitful one.
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