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Out of the mid-wood's twilight into the meadow's dawn | OTA

Who: fauns fauns FAUNS (and their enablers) (and anyone else)
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!

It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are a ~~horrible~~ beautiful Faun.

Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.

Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.

Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.

Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.

There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?

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It has been a very long night, but Iramaat seems to be willing to keep going. She's been drowning some of her worries and sorrows tonight and cutting loose under the light of a full moon. It's been... a little liberating, honestly. Even with the wildness tugging at her. Things are winding down a little, though, and she's idly picking out notes on a lyre, eyes half-closed when her watch gives a little 'ping' and she picks it up to take a look. She laughs and there's a little burst of warmth along their bond.

Oh, how did you know? I've been at a party all night. I should've told you earlier, you might have liked it.

She does glance up - is he here somewhere?

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From his hiding spot, Howl lets out a barely audible sigh as he basks in the warmth he picks up from his bond. It's such a particularly wonderful feeling - briefly filling the hole in his chest, a small enticing taste of what's to come.

That encounter still needs to be set up, however.

I found out by other means. Do you think you're the only faun in my life?

Howl pauses, hoping to feel the tiniest hint of jealousy, even though she can likely tell that he means to tease her. A second later, he sends another message.

Come find me in the maze.

Oh. The warm feeling flags for a moment, tainted by a spike of that bitter jealous he was hoping to get. But he's here, he's asking after her. What else could she ask for? She sets her instrument aside and clambers to her feet.

How could I refuse such an invitation? I'm on my way.

She starts out almost immediately; their bond is brimming with anticipation. She's excited to see him again and very much intrigued by whatever it is that he intends. She taps at her watch as she walks.

What are you up to, Howl? You've got me on pins and needles.

If I told you, I'd ruin it.

And considering how much he loved that ping of jealousy, he wants to keep the upper hand. There's no great master plan here, of course: Howl is laying back on a bed of pillows, partially undressed, tapping out messages to Iramaat as he senses her drawing closer and closer. He's hiding in a nook made of sheets and furniture - technically the inside of one of the "walls" of the maze - with one flap lifted up to welcome her in, once she sees the bouquet of hyacinths he placed next to it. If there's anything "master plan" about his surprise visit here, it's the small gift for her that's sitting beside him, wrapped in silver paper.

I can tell you're getting closer. Do us both a favor and don't let anyone follow you.

She's following the tug of their bond, attention half on the maze, half on her watch. When another message tells her to avoid being followed she glances behind her. Well - no one is tailing her. She can still hear the buzz of the party as it winds down, but it's just them so far. She takes a few more steps, goes around a corner-

I'm alone, don't you worry.

-and there it is. She lifts the flap and ducks in with a pleased little yell and sprawls out alongside him, one hand reaching out for the little wrapped package.

"Howl - oh, is this for me?"

Her arrival is welcomed with a chuckle and, after letting her snatch up the gift, with an eager embrace. Howl can hardly keep himself in check with her here now - the purpose of this rendezvous should be patently obvious. He's barefoot, enchanted with fresh beautifying spells, and his shirt is unbuttoned, pulled open wide to expose his collarbones, and barely still tucked into his unzipped pants.

"It is," he says, his voice low. One of his hands cradles the back of her knuckles and he leans his face in close to hers, smiling. "For you, but for us both, too. You can open it now, or..."

It's been a long night for Iramaat. Her own shirt is unbuttoned almost to the waist, exposing a long strip of bare skin and her trousers have been replaced with a sort of loin-cloth-esque garment at some point. Look, it's a party. Things happen.

So she has no objection. She kisses him on the cheek and then starts to tear at the silver wrapping paper.

"I want to take a look, first..."

The more she unwraps, the more the object comes into focus. Is that what she thinks it is?

Perhaps it is. Its shape gives it away as a sex toy - short enough to fit in her palm, but thick enough that its girth will stretch her entrance pleasantly. But as the wrapping is torn away, it becomes clear that Howl put down a considerable amount of coin for a premium item. Carved from a dark wooden dowel, the toy curves slightly like a phallus and has intricate white and green runes painted along its sides, along with a sturdy coating of natural resin.

Howl is eager to see her reaction, but he can't help but chime in with extra details. "It's enchanted," he says excitedly, "to please you in some ways even I can't. An irresistible sales pitch, if I've ever heard one."

Iramaat makes a little noise as she examines it, turning it over in her hand. She's never honestly received something like this, but she still adores it. The craftsmanship is wonderful.

"Enchanted?" She glances at him with a sly grin, "Now I'm curious - and thank you for the gift, really. It's... touching."

In so many different ways. She arches a brow a moment later.

"Do you think we should test it out now? Or would you rather I pay a little more attention to you?"

Ardor and gratitude flow from her as she examines her present, filling Howl's chest with that wonderful glow from before. He's had the night planned in his head for a few days already - he knows what he wants to do next.

Howl rolls onto his side, draping one arm across her body as he does. He drags his fingers up her bare thigh gently, with his thumb slipping under the edge of her loincloth to caress the skin of her inner thigh.

"I've been waiting ages now to see it work," he says in a low voice, smiling. "Let's give it a try."

Oh, well, far be it from her to dissuade him. Her legs part slightly as his fingers go ghosting up her thigh and she grins, head tilted back, peering at him from lidded eyes. There's definitely a spark of happiness that's being kindled into a warm little fire. She trails her fingers down to pull her loincloth back, legs spreading just a little bit more.

"Should I do the honors?"

So saying, she leans over to kiss him, soft and gentle, as she traces the tip of the little toy between her breasts and then down, down, towards her belly and thighs.

Howl gazes right back at her, admiring her flushed cheeks and elegant exposed neck. Iramaat is beautiful, but she's particularly irresistible when she has this look on her face. He knows what it means, what she's thinking. He bends his neck down, meeting her halfway to accept the kiss, and he feels his erection pushing against his clothes from the slight movement.

"...Is that what you'd like?" he asks once they separate. Placing his palm flat on the inside of her thigh, he gently pushes it aside, spreading even wider. "I could tell you how it works and let you be."

"So, tell me how it works then," she laughs in response, "But don't go too far, alright?"

She nudges the tip of the little toy against her lower lips, using her other hand to finally draw the loincloth back and out of the way to expose herself to the evening air. She draws in a slow breath, eyes lidded as she watches Howl, waiting to see his reaction. Will his cheeks flush? Will he catch his breath?

Howl is as incapable of going too far as he is surviving without oxygen. But despite immediately starting to plot something new in his head, he nods slightly in agreement.

"Using the tip of two fingers," he begins, moving his hand to his other thigh to spread it wider as well, "trace the circumference of the base clockwise. That will activate the spell."

Or so he'd been told, at least. Howl watches Iramaat intently, just as eager to see her reaction. His palm pets the inside of her leg encouragingly, gliding across the short fur.

"Interesting..." Iramaat murmurs. She does as instructed and she feels the little toy heat in her hands and begin to hum and vibrate with some sort of internal energy. She laughs, low and amused, and then drags it between her legs, nudging the tip between her legs to tease at her lips. She's not going too far just yet - it's only a tease, the first touch to see how it suits. And to put on a show, of course.

She's watching Howl with lidded eyes and a half-smile, one that fades slightly as she gasps at the sensation, her eyes falling shut as the first tremor of pleasure runs through her.

"Oh, that's interesting..."

The humming noise does not catch Howl off guard - he knows how to turn the toy on, after all - allowing him to focus completely on Iramaat's delectable reaction to its first push beyond her outer lips. She might catch a brief glimpse of the pink flush that spreads across his face as his eyes tear away from her face and dart down her body.

"Lovely. Lush," he murmurs, letting out the deep breath he'd been holding in at the same time. His hand pets farther in, his fingertips resting at the innermost boundary of her thigh, just close enough to spread her pussy open by pulling gently on the skin. "No need to hurry, love..."

There's a surge of appreciation and warm affection at his words. And even more when she catches the way he flushes. Then her eyes flutter half shut, one hand still directing the little toy, the other grasping at Howl's shirt, fingers gripping and tight as she nudges the tip up and over herself, sliding against the hooded nub of her clit and then dragging back down and then again, letting her arousal start to slicken it as it glides over her, Howl's assistance having spread her open.

"Oh, no - n-no hurrying," she replies, "Let's take our time. You're so warm and this gift is - ah - oh, I adore it-" She turns her head to try and bury her face against the crook of his neck as a little noise of pleasure worms its way out of her.

Her affection is met with a swell of sharp, determined lust, Howl having interpreted her answer as permission to enjoy her while she enjoyed herself, to make her his own toy for now. Shifting, he hooks one of his ankles around hers to keep her leg spread wide and pushes himself up, denying her any hiding spot against his neck.

Howl wants to play with her, and he wants to watch while he does it. Breathing excitedly, he trails his hand up her thigh again to the knot of her loincloth, to the single fastened button of her shirt, to her exposed chest, to finally cup a breast adoringly. While rolling his thumb into her nipple, he leans his neck down again to kiss along her collarbone, allowing his desire to flow into her freely.

No hiding? Well, he does like to see her. She can't complain. Her face is flushed and her expression flickers between amusement and a sort of distant, unfocused concentration as she tries to ride out the little jolts of pleasure from the warmth and the vibration and the sense of intense anticipation that bubbles up in her. Then his hand finds her breast and she presses into him, one hand still grasping at at his shirt as she rocks her hips against her own self-pleasure.

"Oh, Howl-hah-"

The tip of the toy drags against her sex again, rubs against the little sensitive nub, and then she carefully begins to work it into herself, spreading herself open bit by bit as his hand toys with her breast. There's a wave of pleasure and joy and lust that comes flowing back to him along their link. It's almost a feedback loop at this point.

Vaguely, like muffled music, Howl can pick up on the pleasure rolling through her. This is undoubtedly one of the most fascinating elements of being bonded, at least in Howl's mind - it's so completely different from the bond he had with Calcifer, raw and unrefined in comparison, but more indulgent than anything Calcifer could ever give him.

"Iramaat," he breathes against her neck, before pressing his lips against her skin again to kiss down her chest, between her breasts, and up to the opposite nipple. While he licks tenderly around her areola, the hand teasing her other breast travels downward, searching for the split between her legs. Without disturbing her own work - or, at least trying not to - his fingertips search for a moment until they find the nub at the top and pull on the delicate hood teasingly.

Howl speaks her name aloud and it makes her shiver - almost as much as the tongue and lips against her breast and the teasing fingers between her legs. Her breath hitches and she makes a low whining noise as she slides the toy deeper and her hips press up as she tries to follow that little touch against the hood of her clit. Her toes curl and the warm burn of pleasure that rises in her doesn't go away; it grows and grows and she gasps his name aloud.

"Howl - right there - just a little more, please-"

Howl obediently follows her commands for a short while longer, his fingertips pulling on the hood while respectfully rubbing the special nub it kept hidden and protected. But, only for a short while. During one pass, he sneaks a finger beneath the skin to push against the nub directly, hoping to draw a reaction from her - both physically and along their magical coupling.

"Must you keep me waiting?" he asks quietly, his lips just above her nipple, before licking her tenderly again. The question might make her want to delay her orgasm further, but really, Howl wins either way, doesn't he?

That sneaky little touch combined with the warm hum of the toy and the anticipation she's been feeling and she finally begins to fall apart. She might normally have a very smart reply for him, but she's been on edge already. The little rub of his finger makes her jump, her hips hitching, and she tries to say something, but cannot get the words out. Instead there's a muted little gasp and her body seems to tense, hips rising against his hand as she's overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that seems to break over her all at once.

The lips against her breast certainly help.

"N-No-" She manages, head back, eyes half-closed. She's a sight - flushed, legs spread, body slick with sweat and she's still going.

Howl follows her gentle slip over the edge as if watching it with his eyes. He breathes a deep, slow sigh, enjoying the empowering glow that radiates from her mind, subtly pulling the excess magic out of the corners of his own mind. Iramaat's orgasms always seem so intense - so much more intense than any orgasm Howl has ever had, which admittedly causes him a pang of jealousy each time. Is that simply an effect of feeling another's orgasm through their bond together? Is it because she's a faun? Or, are women as a sex blessed with climaxes this incredible?

He doesn't want to interrupt it - for either of them. As the spasm continues, Howl softly pinches and rubs her nub between two fingers, sucking softly on her breast while basking in her wake. When he senses it starting to subside, he picks his head up again, but does not stop his hand.

"What mercy you've shown me," he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward, pinning his erection between the side of her thigh and his stomach. "I need you. Iramaat, your humble wizard begs... put your gift aside..."

It's possible it's Iramaat; she tends to go large with whatever she does. Maybe that includes orgasms? Whatever the reason, she's slowly coming down from the high and gets a hint of that jealousy, but she attributes it to his own needs and wants as he presses against her. She breathes easy and slow, her whole body still feeling flushed and overwarm.

"You can have me," she murmurs in reply as she slides the toy free of herself and sets it aside. She reaches out for him, grabs a handful of his shirt so she can lean over and kiss him with an intense hunger that ripples through their bond. She can feel his want already and it makes her shiver.

"Come here-" She rolls onto her side and slots herself back against his chest, being careful not to let her antlers hit him in the face. There's a hand between them, guiding his cock between the smooth fur of her thighs. She closes around it, engulfs it for a moment as she rocks back against him, letting the length slide back and forth against the wet mess that's been made of her cunt.

"Better...?" She says over her shoulder.

Out of the mid-wood's twilight into the meadow's dawn | OTA

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