She wouldn't be wholly surprised were Estinien to respond to belly rubs as the cantankerous stray cat he is: claws out! But that just leaves her hands free for the one who does like them, doesn't it? Ariane continues her slow caresses, gradually moving in an outward spiral to cover as much ground as possible. Idly she wonders if they have any of that auri-made salve left; it would do his scales good where they're stretched to the limits. She would have to get up to get it, though, and she's really quite comfortable, and from the way that catlike purr rumbles through his chest it seems that holding her close is doing him more good than any lotion, potion or cream.
"He wouldn't disappear for long. Between you, me, and a flock of eager broodlings who believe they're playing hide-and-go-seek? Why, our Estinien wouldn't stand a chance." Ariane flashes him a wicked grin. "If all else failed, I could always call upon Tataru."
(Now, Ariane, there's no need to be mean about it.)
She closes her eyes, briefly entertaining the thought of joining forces with Aymeric; not to chase down Estinien, but to get him into his predicament in the first place... not that they should try just now! But if they did, perhaps using the fertility idol (Dragon. Dildo. Just say it, Ariane.) on him for inspiration first... The eggs shift slightly beneath her gentle touch, startling Ariane out of her reverie with a gasp.
"Now you stop that." She scoots down so she can press a kiss to the curve of his belly. "He's just gotten comfortable, and I'll ask you all to let him stay that way a while longer."
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Date: 2021-12-04 02:55 am (UTC)She wouldn't be wholly surprised were Estinien to respond to belly rubs as the cantankerous stray cat he is: claws out! But that just leaves her hands free for the one who does like them, doesn't it? Ariane continues her slow caresses, gradually moving in an outward spiral to cover as much ground as possible. Idly she wonders if they have any of that auri-made salve left; it would do his scales good where they're stretched to the limits. She would have to get up to get it, though, and she's really quite comfortable, and from the way that catlike purr rumbles through his chest it seems that holding her close is doing him more good than any lotion, potion or cream.
"He wouldn't disappear for long. Between you, me, and a flock of eager broodlings who believe they're playing hide-and-go-seek? Why, our Estinien wouldn't stand a chance." Ariane flashes him a wicked grin. "If all else failed, I could always call upon Tataru."
(Now, Ariane, there's no need to be mean about it.)
She closes her eyes, briefly entertaining the thought of joining forces with Aymeric; not to chase down Estinien, but to get him into his predicament in the first place... not that they should try just now! But if they did, perhaps using the fertility idol (Dragon. Dildo. Just say it, Ariane.) on him for inspiration first... The eggs shift slightly beneath her gentle touch, startling Ariane out of her reverie with a gasp.
"Now you stop that." She scoots down so she can press a kiss to the curve of his belly. "He's just gotten comfortable, and I'll ask you all to let him stay that way a while longer."