The final hand… Both Douken and Mazerine sitting at the table drunk and butt naked as the rest of their clothes laid scattered on the floor, only the small items being carefully placed down. Each one staring at their hands carefully as the stakes were high and unknown. The air was tense with pressure, and yet lax with their inebriation, giving the room quite the odd feel. It was the final hand… the final trade… the big risk that sat on the table… Both players only making a single trade… making the feeling of what would happen next intimidating.

A smirk struck Mazerine's face as she laid out her hand, boldly declaring victory as her hand showed the Queen boldly standing up front with the units behind marching in order. How appropriate, considering the night's celebrations. However, her statement came too soon. "You almost had me," he told her before laying down his hand. A random assortment of numbers with a king high at first, but at closer inspection, they were all spade. "However, this flush here trumps your straight." The air grew still as she sat down, drinking what remained in her glass before asking the important question. "So… what do I have to do?" her face mixed with blush and alcohol as if she tried to settle herself on the idea.

"Well, you have nothing left to take off, which means you need to do something else." Leaning forward, he boldly told her, "You need to masturbate in front of me… and you cannot stop until you cum… And yes, if I lost that hand, I would have had to do the same. So… any questions?"

As Mazerine rather innocently asked Douken what she needed to do now that she lost, she had not been expecting what he ended up instructing her to do.  Her lips parted slightly in an expression of surprise at his command, and she grew silent, her cheeks growing a darker red with the thought of doing such an intimate act in front of Douken.  "You want to see me… do that?" she asked quietly, looking anywhere but Douken's face, as though she were avoiding eye contact with him.  She looked at him for an answer, however.

"Why wouldn't I?  You're beautiful, we've already gone through a lot of experiences in the short time since we've met. Plus, I very easily could have lost, and I would be the one doing it… wouldn't you like to see that?"  Douken replied, to which Mazerine was unsure of how to respond.  After a moment, of staring at him, she let out a breath she had been holding in for quite some time.  "Maybe… yes, I suppose I would like that," she said, her voice quiet.  A flush ran through her body as she briefly imagined watching Douken do something so personal - and she had to admit to herself, she liked the thought.

With a bit of hesitation, she stood from her seat and walked towards the bed.  Had she been sober, such a request would have probably earned Douken a slap in the face - but the mead in her system said otherwise now.  She found him attractive, and the two had been through quite a lot, as Douken had already stated… and there was that brief moment on the ship from Egjora, where she remembered her fingers pushing his hair away from his face, and staring into his eyes… Okay.  She could do this.  She psyched herself up and climbed onto the bed.  

"I've never done this in front of anyone…" she said timidly, her eyes finding Douken's again as she partially laid back, making sure that he would be able to see her.  She took a deep breath and used one arm to push her hair behind her shoulders, allowing her entire body to be visible to him.  Exhaling, she looked down at herself, using the pillows on the bed to prop herself up into a half sitting position.  Awkwardly, at first, she ran both of her hands down her body, fingertips grazing her breasts, the cool air of the room mixing with her excitement and touch causing her nipples to stiffen.  She glanced at Douken for a reaction, before focusing back on herself.  She dropped her hands further down her body, running them across her smooth stomach and thighs, before parting her legs slightly.  Her left hand rose back up to begin toying with her chest again, while her right dipped between her legs, just barely running over herself. 

She drew in a sharp breath of air at her own touch.  Normally, she would have been far to embarrassed to do this in front of him, but the liquor in her system lowered her inhibitions, and after a moment of timid touching, she dipped one finger inside herself, a small moan escaping her lips.  As she moved it back up, her inhibitions lowered even further, and she began to move her fingers around in a pattern, her breathing beginning to pick up pace.  She locked her eyes with Douken's as she did this, her quiet voice coupled with her now more noticeable breathing.  "Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, a tone of what almost seemed to be seduction to her voice that had most certainly not been there before.

As Mazerine moved over the the bed, Douken turned his seat around, making sure it faced the bed before walking around and blowing out some of the candles in the room, making sure there was only two candles left over: one near the bed and one near the table. This gave her the time to get the pillows all situated for her "performance" she was about to give, as well as comfort herself with it. It was an embarrassing set up, for sure, but he knew that if he had lost, he would have done the same. He even gave her a window to back out and just force her to sleep naked for the night, but she took that gamble, placing themselves where they were.

Taking his seat, he watched her prep herself up as well as advertise her body before situating herself up. It was erotic watching her do this, and the rise of his member rose a bit as he watched her. The escaped moans added to the thrill as she worked herself lightly, teasing her own body with whatever thoughts in her head to get herself excited. AS her breath grew heavier and she delved more into it, his member rose more. It was not as if she was jsut pleasing herself any more… it was more that she was tempting him with her body with the panting in her voice.

Douken did not give her a verbal answer, though. Instead, he got up from his seat and laid into the comfort of the bed directly next to her, hips together as he curled around her back. Her movements stopped, probably in shock as if to ask what he was doing as he stole her lips with his, using his other hand to hold her cheek. However, once the shock had ended, not only did she go back into the rhythm, she get more into the feeling, letting him be so close doing this as his arm reached around her back and taking the exposed breast into his grasp, where his thumb would circle the ring of the nipple, slowly into the tip before pressing down lightly and circling its end.

Mazerine was not sure what to expect when Douken rose from his chair, visibly excited from the show he had been getting, and walked to her, lying down beside her.  When he took her face in his hand and pressed his lips to hers, she paused for a few seconds, her fingers stopping their circular movements in her most sensitive area.  Moments later, however, the situation caught up with her and her hand resumed its activities, her lips pressing back against his own with fervor.  

She moaned against Douken's lips as his hand grasped her other breast, his thumb running across her nipple and sending a shiver down her spine.  Her back arched slightly into him, and the pace of her hand as she played with herself picked up, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing became more labored.  Slowly, her hand traveled back up her body until it was resting over Douken's. With her lips parting slightly and their tongues intertwining, their kiss deepened as Mazerine began guiding his hand down to where hers had previously been, urging him to take over.

As he obliged, she gasped as she felt his fingers against her, first circling around her before plunging inside, picking up a repetitive process.  Instinctively, she began to move against his hand, turning so her body was facing his a bit more.  Her hands now free, she placed one upon his chest before dragging it down slowly, timidly allowing her fingers to wrap around his now firm manhood, grasping slightly.  With only a bit of hesitation, she began to softly stroke her hand up and down his length.  She pulled her lips away from his long enough to speak.  "Does this… feel good?" she asked, soft moans mingling with her words as she continued to work at him, looking for encouragement as she had never been in such a particular situation as she was at this time.  Sure, she had been told stories and given pointers over her time, but for an elf she was still rather young and inexperienced.  

Sure, he could have told her to keep going when she stopped. Sure, he could have told her that she had to do it herself or else it would not count. However, the two were into it so much that the end results did not really matter. Being taken away from the grasp of her cheek, his fingers glided down her stomach, brushing all the way down to where she played with herself. She had already gotten this wet from playing with herself, as the dragging of his fingers along the slit had a bit of a sliding noise. Still, it did not stop her from gasping from his touch, hips moving with his hand until he pushed two fingers into her.

He adjusted himself a bit as he felt her fingers move long his legs before gently wrapping around his shaft, feeling him up on how excited everything had made them feel. "You feel… so soft," he replied, talking about both her hands and her sensitive spot that echoed against his hand, though silencing it as he slid his hand out while unwrapping himself before rolling on top of her. They were close enough for their chests to touch… along with the tip touching against her slit as the two stared into each other's eyes. Her hand was still in control of the member, which turned her from stroking to rubbing it up and down her slit… Her face was hungry… wanting that sensation to fill her… and yet, her eyes still held some worry. As easy it would be to take advantage of this spot, he did not… not yet at least.

Giving her a sweet kiss, on her lips once more, he moved down to her neck, before sliding his head down to her chest, suckling her nipple lightly down the way, making her lose grip as he worked down until all that filled his view was her sensitive spot, fidgeting about as if it was about to explode, before giving it a kiss and a lick, playing along the line before pushing his tongue inside to open her up. It did not take long to stop and lick near her clit as his fingers once again dived back into her, moving against her body until it could no longer handle it and her hips buckled into his face, covering it with her juices before her body laxed on the bed. Pulling himself back up, he laid next to her before giving her another kiss before asking her, "How was that?"

Anticipation flooded Mazerine's mind as Douken positioned himself on top of her, as though she were preparing herself to experience something she had never felt before.  As she guided him back and forth, sliding across her, she shivered and moaned, her eyes locking onto his own with a hungry passion in them.  Her moan was silenced by his lips pressing down onto hers again.  When he began to move down her body, her hands fell to her sides as she lost her grip on him.   A soft sound escaped her lips as his mouth circled around her nipple before his head disappeared between her legs.  He teased her with his tongue at first, before delving it deep inside her.  

She cried out at the sensations he caused her, writhing on the bed as he plunged his fingers in and out of her while simultaneously flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit, one hand grasping at the sheets beneath them while the other moved to rest atop his head, tangling in his hair as his mouth worked at her.  Before long, it was too much for her to take, and she arched her back, hips bucking up to meet his mouth as she came, crying out before lying still, her legs shaking slightly and breathing heavy.

She returned Douken's kiss as he laid back down beside her, still panting slightly as he pulled away from her, asking her a short question.  She gave him bit of a smile, one hand reaching over, her fingers running down his bare chest.  "That was amazing," she panted, rolling over slightly so that her head came to rest in the crook of his head and shoulder.  "That was the first time anyone has done that to me," she added, daring to turn her head and kiss his collarbone.

An idea came to her then, and without another word, she rolled sideways and moved so she was now the one on top of Douken.  With some new found confidence, she leaned down and kissed him deeply, before trailing her lips down his jaw and throat.  As her lips reached the area of his sternum, she glanced up at him with a small smirk on her lips, before continuing to move further down while dragging her lips across his abdomen.  Soon, she was nestled between his legs, her lips and tongue teasing at the insides of his thighs.  She glanced up at him once more.  "Thought I would return the favor," she said, the smirk still on her lips, and grasped his manhood in one of her hands.  Without another word, she dipped her head down, taking the head of his member into her mouth.  There, she sucked softly on it, her tongue dancing in circles around the tip while her hand slowly worked up and down his shaft.  She had little experience in such an activity, but she took cues from his body on whether or not she was doing it right - and it certainly seemed as though she was, especially when she dipped her head lower, taking more of his length into her mouth.  

When she became comfortable with the pattern she had taken up, she increased the pace of her hand, her head now bobbing up and down as she worked at him, intent on bringing him to completion just as he had to her.  Her free hand worked up to his abdomen, fingers splayed out against his skin, as she continued her motions, now sucking him rather hungrily as she grew more determined and more confident, every so often looking up at him from behind strands of her hair that had fallen loose for a reaction.

It seemed to be a case of role reversal, as Mazerine imitated most of his motions from before placing the head of his shaft into her mouth, feeling her tongue tease and taste him. However, though he was excited, she should still know it would take more than what did to get the same reaction, considering all this time, the most play done to him was her light play on him while she had been teasing herself all this time. However, it seemed she was sure to study his reactions, as she moved and played herself to his impressions.

Still, the feeling of her hand moving down the lower part of the shaft as she sucked down on the higher part did causing him to moan, feeling her soft lips take him in more and more the longer she did it. While his face said one story, though, the shaft told another, twitching in her mouth in excitement when she changed things up and altered her pace. Her hungry face from before returned as she pushed deeper, though it merely said that this was a mere taste of what he teased her with from before. As her head moved, Douken brought his hand up to move any hair that blocked her vision out of her eyes and around her ear, showing her the pleasure she was giving him.

It was enough for her to slide her hand away from the shaft and push down as much as she could, though most likely not everything from the discomfort that pressed against her throat. It was alright. She was still new, so he did not want her to do something too daring. However, with knowing how much she could handle, she played more with the pacing, breath, and tongue as her final act, as his shaft throbbed through her mouth, twitching with each action she made until it was too late, as her lap dip caused an eruption to flood her mouth, Douken moaning as he let out his release.

The more Douken's body reacted to her mouth, the more hungrily she moved her mouth around him before it all culminated in his release.  She found herself caught slightly off guard, taking a moment to swallow before lapping her tongue rather lazily around him, cleaning up any remaining mess before sitting up slightly, wiping a hand at the corner of her mouth as she moved back up his body before sliding off to one side, lying next to him on her side.  She looked rather proud of herself as she spoke to him, her voice still holding a much different tone than usual.  "I would ask if you enjoyed that… but I think I know the answer," she said softly.

She was unsure at this moment how to proceed, as she had never been in such a situation.  The mead still buzzed in her head, clouding her judgment somewhat, but she was still mentally present and making decisions about the situation around her.  In her mind, she was rather timid about the situation as a whole - what was going to happen after they fell asleep and slept off the liquor?  The pair had gone through an awful lot already in the short time they had been around one another, and Mazerine was hoping to keep partnering up with him on finding new things… but would this change that?  The worry ate at the back of her mind, but not for long as it was soon drowned out by something else.

Her body had different thoughts than her mind.  Her body urged her to be as physically close to him as she could be - it urged her to kiss him passionately and press her body against his, it urged her to slide her hand down his body again and tease her fingers around his manhood again, it urged her to drive him crazy until he couldn't take it and would pin her to the bed.  She did not necessarily heed her body to the exact idea, but she most certainly seemed to be on the same page with what it urged her to do.  

Leaning her face towards him, Mazerine crashed her lips into Douken's again, though this time she moved on top of him until she was straddling him, one leg draped on either side of his hips.  She let her body press against his, her hips against his hips, positioned so his member pressed between her legs, gliding against her thanks to the wetness still present.  She pulled back from the kiss, her eyes locked onto him as she moved back and forth against him, clearly enjoying the feeling of him rubbing against her.  She lowered her head again as though she were going to kiss him, but instead her lips found his ear, where she whispered softly to him.  "Will you… make love to me?" she breathed, still moving her wet center against him.  "Please, Douken… I need you," she whispered, her desire audible in her words.  She proceeded to take his earlobe between her lips, softly nibbling it as she waited for his reaction to her plea.

Douken wrapped an arm around Mazerine as she crawled back next to him, cuddling up as if she was done. However, it was not long enough for the two to take in the peaceful atmosphere of the two close to each other to fall asleep, as the elf besides him curled up upon him, stealing his lips just like he did before rolling her body over, feeling her heart through his chest as it beat rapidly as her hips moved on their own, sliding along his member to make it excited once more. Azure eyes were locked in with the emeralds, even with only one candle providing light to the two to really catch each other. The glance of worry had been put away in her eyes as she moved in closer, whispering in his ears to take her. The fire in her stomach had become too much to handle alone, and desired him to help quench it.

His response was silent, but still spoke to her a million words, With a hand moving to where her head rested, she brought it up and to his before taking her lips with passion, indulging a bit as his hands moved down to her grinding waist before picking it up, or at least just high enough for him to hold his member to slide along her slit once more. Her moans were in his face, but they were still light until his other hand pushed her waist down, letting her take in the head and a bit extra before sliding his hands down to the sides of her legs, telling her to make that final push down. With every inch, her voice escalated in pleasure and pain until she finally situated down upon him, her body holding him down tightly of his entirety. There, she paused for a moment to adjust to the feeling and catch her breath before slowly moving along him, each motion careful to the new sensation that filled her being.

The more comfortable she got, the more she moved on him, Douken feeling the tightness of her body as she moved, soon moving his waist against her motions to fill her up more. To them, at that time, the only thing they cared about was being with each other.

As Douken's hands came to her waist and urged her to raise up, the anticipatory fire in her stomach swelled.  The moment he encouraged her to slide down onto him, and she did, crying out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure as the head of his member entered her, the initial pain being drowned out by the intense pleasure that overwhelmed her as she slowly lowered herself onto him.  When she came to rest against him, she stayed still for a moment, her muscles twitching slightly as she grew used to the feeling of him filling her.

She slowly lowered her body down against him, her lips lowering to his in a passionate kiss as her hips slowly raised herself up until only the tip of his manhood remained inside of her, and then lowering herself down in an agonizingly slow manner, still fighting the mixture of sensations she felt.  After a few repetitions of the moment, she began to pick her pace up, her body raising and lowering itself onto him at an increased rate, grinding her hips into his every time they met, moaning against his lips.

She pulled away from his lips and sat back up, now moving against him rather rapidly.  She reached her hands down as she continued to move against him, lowering her hands onto his own and moving them up her body until each of his hands came to rest on her breasts.  It was clear she had gotten over the initial pain of their connection and was now completely enthralled in the sensations her body felt coupled with his, her eyes closing and her head tilting back as she urged his hands to play with her chest, her pace quickening now as she grew close to climax once more, due in part to her hips grinding against his own.  Not long after this, her pace slowed somewhat as the remnants of her orgasm coursed through her body.

She continued to slowly move against him, raising and lowering herself, now leaving herself completely at his mercy.  She looked down into his eyes, her gaze silently begging him to dominate her - to make her completely his.