Pirates of the Dark Water - Perks of the Job.
Title: Perks of the Job.
Fandom: Pirates of the Dark Water.
Warnings: Using ecomancy as a kink-device.
Characters/couples: Tula/Ioz, mentions of Ren and Nibbler. (Mentioned of Ioz/Ren).
Summary: This is one of the reasons why Ioz doesn't regret joining Ren's quest.
Rating: R/NC17.
Perks of the Job.
Tula's hands go to his shoulders, but before Ioz can say anything about it not being the place nor the time since they've to hide, more's the shame, she pushes him hard against the wall. Ioz grunts and huffs.
“Noy Jitat, careful there, woman!”
Tula just spares a moment to glare at him before she presses her hands behind him, to the wall, and Ioz barely stops himself from cursing once more when the telltale tingle of Tula's ecomancy runs in a line all the way from his back to his head and above and vines grow . Tula's eyes are closed but her lips curve, smug and certain even as the vines cover them.
“You were saying, Ioz?” Tula asks, still pressed against his chest, voice low and teasing, both so they're not found and. Well.
One of the reasons Ioz stayed at first is because neither Ren nor Tula are hard to curl up to at night, that with the whole thing with Ren being such a jitatan fool with his honor and Tula being a stubborn woman and the damn monkey and the whole lack of money that this quest brings, or he could pretty much quit being a pirate, Kunda forbid.
“Well,” Ioz snorts, rolls his eyes even as he lowers his voice and smirks, leans more of his weight over his back, moves a hand to the curve of her waist. “It's a damn good thing your witchcraft is good for something, that's for sure.”
“Oh? Really, Ioz?” He has a second to panic at the way Tula raises an eyebrow and smirks even as she presses more against his chest before some vines twine themselves around his wrists and arms and pins them to the wall, at vines getting very familiar with his thighs and legs.
“What the...” Ioz struggles even as Tula moves clever, thief-fingers over his breaches, careful with his sword. She's still smirking, damn her. “Tula! What in the twenty seas you think you're doin'?”
Tula shrugs, her lips still curved in that damn smirk. If not for the fact that her fingers are still playing by his waist and undoing his sash, and the fact that he knows where this is going, Ioz knows he'd be very, very, very angry.
“Thought I'd show you a few other things my 'witchcraft' is good for,” Tula shrugs one shoulder as her hand finally sneaks inside his breaches, curling warm and tight around his shaft.
Before Ioz can add anything else, he feels Tula's ecomancy run over the sensitive skin of his shaft, down his balls, inside his thighs, just for a heartbeat and instead he gasps, even when that causes her to grin against the skin of his chest and she does it again. Ioz finds it hard to complain.
... at least for the moment.
Fandom: Pirates of the Dark Water.
Warnings: Using ecomancy as a kink-device.
Characters/couples: Tula/Ioz, mentions of Ren and Nibbler. (Mentioned of Ioz/Ren).
Summary: This is one of the reasons why Ioz doesn't regret joining Ren's quest.
Rating: R/NC17.
Perks of the Job.
Tula's hands go to his shoulders, but before Ioz can say anything about it not being the place nor the time since they've to hide, more's the shame, she pushes him hard against the wall. Ioz grunts and huffs.
“Noy Jitat, careful there, woman!”
Tula just spares a moment to glare at him before she presses her hands behind him, to the wall, and Ioz barely stops himself from cursing once more when the telltale tingle of Tula's ecomancy runs in a line all the way from his back to his head and above and vines grow . Tula's eyes are closed but her lips curve, smug and certain even as the vines cover them.
“You were saying, Ioz?” Tula asks, still pressed against his chest, voice low and teasing, both so they're not found and. Well.
One of the reasons Ioz stayed at first is because neither Ren nor Tula are hard to curl up to at night, that with the whole thing with Ren being such a jitatan fool with his honor and Tula being a stubborn woman and the damn monkey and the whole lack of money that this quest brings, or he could pretty much quit being a pirate, Kunda forbid.
“Well,” Ioz snorts, rolls his eyes even as he lowers his voice and smirks, leans more of his weight over his back, moves a hand to the curve of her waist. “It's a damn good thing your witchcraft is good for something, that's for sure.”
“Oh? Really, Ioz?” He has a second to panic at the way Tula raises an eyebrow and smirks even as she presses more against his chest before some vines twine themselves around his wrists and arms and pins them to the wall, at vines getting very familiar with his thighs and legs.
“What the...” Ioz struggles even as Tula moves clever, thief-fingers over his breaches, careful with his sword. She's still smirking, damn her. “Tula! What in the twenty seas you think you're doin'?”
Tula shrugs, her lips still curved in that damn smirk. If not for the fact that her fingers are still playing by his waist and undoing his sash, and the fact that he knows where this is going, Ioz knows he'd be very, very, very angry.
“Thought I'd show you a few other things my 'witchcraft' is good for,” Tula shrugs one shoulder as her hand finally sneaks inside his breaches, curling warm and tight around his shaft.
Before Ioz can add anything else, he feels Tula's ecomancy run over the sensitive skin of his shaft, down his balls, inside his thighs, just for a heartbeat and instead he gasps, even when that causes her to grin against the skin of his chest and she does it again. Ioz finds it hard to complain.
... at least for the moment.