Introduction | Bedouin Camp - Floor 37,013 | High Aphrodisiac

[valorandmettle]

How long exactly Legolas had been in this bizarre and altogether intimidating place he could not recall. Moments here felt like hours and the passage of time for Elves could be contorted and stretched when perhaps the same could not be said for men (or some of the other odd creatures he had bumped into in this so-called inn). Legolas had grown so

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[herwisdom]

Through the same door that Legolas had entered, Princess Zelda walked through the threshold and made her way towards the camp. The air was filled with the sweet aroma, most likely due to the aphrodisiacs, and she tried not to inhale too deeply, but found that it was overpowering her with each step. The closer she advanced towards one of the camp fires, the more heavier her body grew; her gown and robes weighing on her like sandbags as feet sunk low in the sand with every trek. Making it towards one of the larger carpets, the Princess sat down, breathing heavily and clutching at her chest

[valorandmettle]

It may have been that if Legolas had not so readily succumbed to the sweet scents of aphrodisiac engulfing this area then he could have made some decent conversation with this fellow Elf. He did so enjoy holding good conversations, with all races yes, but perhaps it was the relation he had to his Kin that made it so easy for him to converse with them. As if they shared the same heart

[herwisdom]

She bent slightly over him so that her undone hair formed a parted curtain, obscuring their surroundings. Her deep cerulean eyes grew darker as the aphrodisiacs gently washed over her body like a warm caress; his fingers upon her forearm sent goosebumps to erupt on her skin, making herself draw closer to him

[flyonhiswings]

Ilana had seen the elf enter the camp, though she remained hidden, crouching behind some thick brush. She had wandered there by mistake, and now was uncomfortably warm due to the high level of aphrodisiac in the room. Having been at the hotel long enough to know what kind of place it was, she had done her best to refrain from taking part in the sorts of activities the others did. Some days it was pure torture, and she was forced to retreat to the room she'd claimed as her quarters and relieve the pressure

[valorandmettle]

Legolas felt so relaxed, his mind wandered idly as he began to stroke himself. There was no feverish lust in his actions, no, he really seemed quite serene in what he was doing. Utterly content, letting himself take in the warm pleasure of his body. By human standards he was quite beautiful; pale skin and hair matched by sweet, grey eyes. He held an odd sort of innocence to him, even now when he was partaking in something quite lewd he still seemed to have that element of sweetness to him

[speakstostars]

Indeed, he was the first of his kind that she had seen, and what luck the stars brought her this evening in bringing him here. Ocean eyes slowly trailed up his body, darkening slightly as they met his grey ones. It felt like an unspoken conversation passed between them, and it was putting Ilana at such ease that it took all of her will-power to keep from reaching out to touch him.

She instead kept the smile on her face, busying her trembling hand with tucking some strands of golden blonde hair that had fallen over one eye behind her ear. "Not terribly long," she replied quietly, "I had been standing in the shadows before I came to sit by you. I- I don't mean to intrude."

Now she was embarrassed, a soft, realizing she'd gone barging in on an extremely private moment. From what she knew of elves, they were private people. He did seem happy to see her, rather than offended, but she supposed that had more to do with the aphrodisiacs in the air

[dulsanaya]

Discovering herself here in this place reminded the little silver haired elf of her time in the Antivan deserts. Exploring she entered one of the tents and proceeded to dress herself in sheer silk fabrics and wore silver charms and tiny glass beads to catch the light in her hair. All she needed was a bonfire and drums and she would dance, wild and free under the stars. As if the very thought summoned them, the drums started, urging her to follow.

The sunbronzed elf, led by the beckoning intricate beat, to the center of the camp, joy written on her body as clearly as the green vallaslin [tattooed] vines on her skin. Before she even reached the fires, eagerly, she began the dances of Arlathvhen. The melodic charms and bells caught the moon and firelight as she started swaying to the drums.

[valorandmettle]

Legolas's eyes shut as he let himself slip into a sweet trance, his body saturated with a tender lust, each touch he graced himself with intense and warm. The air was hot and he felt himself succumbing to his own desires for pleasure, the wine and toxins in the air were toying with his feelings and he felt unable to resist them. Unable to resist until the soft twinkling of bells caught his attention. At first he dismissed them as nothing, but the sound became more rapid and intense and he could no longer ignore it

[dulsanaya]

The dance had incorporated flexibility, strength, agility...one look indicated to anyone with training, that the motions were blocks, dodges, and strikes. A balletto della morte, if you will, or as this small one would say Vir Mi [The way of the blade]. As the unheard sound of drums, the lute, the reed flute, and harp filled her ears, she leapt over the bonfire and as she landed, a knee bent and pressed into the sand, a fist buried, for the first time she noticed that she was not alone. The driving drums released her mind and the need for movement ceased.

The emerald green eyes assessed her situation, as a hand moved casually to her thigh, where a weapon would have been hiding. An ear tilted as she gave formal greetings, 'Andaran atish’an [Enter this place in peace] Lethallin [Cousin].' The low soft voice was not aloud, but was in his mind. Standing, shifting in the sand, she waited to see what manner of elvhen he was, yet at the same time she prepared to defend herself.

[wishmadeinfire]

It seemed so natural to be in the desert, though Ashura spent the majority of his life in a great, steamy forest. Yet the heat brought a pleasant reminder of days past to him, and in fact he reveled in it, given his penchant for fire. The desert indeed seemed a perfect place for one such as him, and for once he did indeed find himself grateful to the Hotel for providing a place that was heated without being heated. Certainly it gave him easy to wear his robes, the brightly colored cloth allowing for more coolness than someone like Legolas with his trews and tunic

[valorandmettle]

For a time, Legolas had been absorbed in himself. He wasn't a selfish creature, far from it in fact, but as he believed himself to be alone in this open, arid land he felt permitted to let himself explore his body a little. The sweet air that brought on these feelings of 'self-exploration' were unrelenting and although he had initially tried to shrug them off as nothing more than the after affects of the wine, he could no longer resist the urge to indulge himself.

His home of Mirkwood was a moist, damp place. A lush forest of green and silver. This desert was so very different, perhaps he felt permitted in a strange way to be a little unlike himself. The heat wasn't oppressive as one might imagine it to be and all he could see here were rich golds and reds and oranges. So very different to his home. It was liberating, an excuse for him to strip down his clothes, a reason for him to expose himself so readily

[wishmadeinfire]

He almost laughed at the other man's started look, noticing the slightly long ears, though not so long as his. He had found, even amongst elves from other world's, his own were usually longer. And though he was no elf, he simply had begun to let it slide and let people think so. It was easier than trying to explain everything else.

"Not my home," he replied, not moving away, and seeming not at all perturbed by the other's use of his hand to pleasure himself. It was a way to ease the stress of the aphros, so he could hardly blame him.

"I merely had been resting here while enjoying the change of scenery," he hummed, letting his eyes graze him with a smirk as he dropped the tent flap and came in, settling on a set of cushions beside the man, his robs parting some to reveal the length of one long, slim leg.