Here for Pleasure?

[Herrick the Fierce]

Night had fallen over Temarra, but this did not stop the Fire Liquid tavern from buzzing with business. Once the day came to a close, plenty of workers came to the bar to get a few drinks and relax. Now, with spring in the air, there was even more business for the bar keeper.

However, spring coming to Yviex was not the cause of the fierce werewolf Herrick coming out on this particular night for a drink in the Fire Liquid. The lone wolf had been staying in the Zyabeth Forest, his home, for the past few nights. He now was looking for a mug full of alcohol and somewhere simple to sit back and drink. So, of course, why not go to Temarra?

Herrick had been sitting at his own table in the corner of the bar for some time. He was dressed to not stand out with his white shirt and his deer hide pants and boots. He did not even carry his weapons on him this night. The werewolf was looking for pleasure that did not include slicing open a few humans.

Taking a drink from his mug, the werewolf’s eyes flashed around. There weren’t too many women in the tavern at this hour, and none were much to look at.

[Lyra;]

With the rise of the moon a slim figure rode up to the tavern on a wonderful white horse. Though the rider could easily get around with out her steed, she preferred to ride, it made her appearance look more fragile. She slowed the horse to a walk then to a stop. With a graceful landing she got off of her side saddled horse. Then her eyes looked around the entrance. With a small smile she called a young boy over. He seemed more then happy to help her. Yes miss? He said with wide eyes. She knew that he was thinking she was the prettiest thing around. Would you be so kind as to take my horse to the closest stable? She said in her seductive voice. The boy, too shy to say anything only nodded and she handed him the horse. Thanks dear! She said after him.

Tonight was no night for little boys, she had much more hunger then that. She lusted for a nice meal, with just the right person. With her head high, noticing the heads of the men outside Temarra turn, she walked through the door.

As she walked in she closed the door behind her. With her little innocent smile she quickly changed the color of her eyes to a wonderful blue and took her cloak off from her head. Her brown curls were pinned in an elegant up style, a small crown of flowers on top. As she took her cloak fully off it revealed a white dress, accented with blue. It was corseted and wonderful. It fir her like a charm. It was a little short, but she didn't care too much about that. Now Lyra, the princess of the succubi walked to the bar, her body drawing all men around to look at her.

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[Herrick the Fierce]

Herrick could not help but to look up, but who could? As the strong presence in the form of a female took hold of the tavern, there was no man whose head was not completely turned to look at her. In this bar, she was a breath of fresh air. She seemed to glow and each step seemed to drag on for a life time. To say the least, the werewolf was attracted to this stranger, but who wouldn’t be? She seemed to be the essence of seduction.

The male werewolf watched as one of the humans made his way over to this beauty. The human was a young boy, perhaps in his teens, and seemed to have had too much to drink already. He stumbled when he walked, and there was a mug in his hand that was overflowing with ale. The human leaned up against the counter, looking at the beauty.

“You’re perdy,” came the drunken human’s remarks. He leaned forward slightly and his ale spilled on the girl.

With a quick move, Herrick was on his feet. He walked over to the beauty and the drunk. “I think you are disturbing the girl,” the werewolf said to the boy as he took hold of the human’s arm. Herrick directed the boy away from the beauty and back toward where he came.

“I hope he didn’t manage to get you too wet, hun,” Herrick said with a slight smile as he turned back to the girl.

[Lyra;]

Lyra sure was pleased with herself. She had every Male's head turned in this place, even the ones who were with other women. Then again, she was the best thing living. She eyed around the room, looking for the beast her body lusted for. Something dragged her here, and she had full intention on getting what she came for.

When she saw who came up to her she had to hold back a laugh. This boy was no more then a human child. Nothing he could give would ever please her. Then came the spilled drink. She stood up as the cold liquid spilled all over her dress. Then she smiled a tiny bit. Another creature came up to her, this one was crawling with what she wanted. Just like a knight he rescued her from the teenage drunk.

Then he turned back to her, and it took a lot of her will not to jump on him that very second. He had what she wanted, and she wanted it soon. Looking at her wet dress she smiled. White was an amazing color, one what got see through when wet. She looked up at the male and smiled. Well, I'm sure things will be a lot better now! she said, changing her voice into her hunting one. It sounded like angles, and devils at the same time, but it was perfect, and drew most people in instantly. So, ya got a name sweet? she said in her same voice. She bit her lit slightly, making herself look irresistible in her now see through dress.

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[Herrick the Fierce]

“I’m Herrick,” the werewolf said without skipping a beat. A charming smile spread across his lips instantly as he looked at the girl. He was careful not to allow his eyes to linger over the wetness of her dress.

She knew she was irresistible; this was quite easy to tell. It was how she held herself and how she talked. She knew exactly how to use her voice to lure a man in. Even with this knowledge, Herrick did not mind being drawn into towards this beauty. She could say what she wanted and twist her body how she wanted, and he still would be enchanted by her.

“And what might your name be, beauty?” Herrick asked, his lips stilled curled in a smile.

[Lyra;]

Just the sound of his voice made her tingle. She had no idea how long she could hold off the beast inside her. Herrick, such a nice name... She said in her hunting voice. She allowed herself to move closer to him, her body pressed up against him. You, my sweet, may call me Lyra She said.

She had a feeling this man was trying not to look st her wet dress. Such a gentleman

[/b] she thought. Maybe this one will turn out as more then just a fling... she added to herself. She could feel herself losing out against her other side. Not much time now... she thought to herself.

She gave the man another look up. Now as as good a time as ever to make my move... she pressed her body even closer, no room was between them. She looked up into his eyes, such wonderful eyes, and her body took over. Before she could do anything her lips were pressed up against his. [/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Herrick the Fierce]

The werewolf allowed this Lyra to make her moves on him. What man would not allow such actions? Beautiful women could do whatever they want with men like Herrick. The rugged werewolf was completely drawn to the beauty. Though he knew he should be cautious, he allowed himself to get caught up in the moment.

Herrick returned Lyra’s kiss, allowing one of his arms to slip around her waist. The werewolf’s mind had long forgotten the other people who were in the tavern. Well, more accurately, the werewolf did not care about anyone else that was around them. He was, of course, caught up in what was taking place before him. He was caught up in the sweet seduction of the beauty before him.

His other hand reached up, slipping through the locks of the beauty’s hair. He seemed utterly lost, utterly enchanted by this girl.

[Lyra;]

She couldn't help but kiss deeper as he returned her kiss. Not only that, he put his arm around her, puling her closer. She tingled with pleasure when he touched her hair. She knew that wouldn;t be enough to ease her hunger. With little notice she pulled back from the kiss. She looked around the room, seeing how many looks they were getting. Sure this pleased her, that every other person would love to be in Herrick's place.

Still, her queen told her never to attract too much attention to herself when she didn;t want to be noticed for the monster she was...What do you say we go someplace more...spacious... She said. Then she leaned in to give him another kiss.

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[Herrick the Fierce]

“I do believe the enchantress already knows what her prey wants,” Herrick remarked with a laugh as his eyes went back to hers. He gave her a kiss of his own. “If you had someplace in mind, lead the way, my lady. I do not mind being led around by someone as beautiful as yourself. I can play your lost puppy any day.”

The werewolf smiled a bit as he watched Lyra. His eyes watched her carefully. If this was a trap, Herrick was more than willing to walk into it. He was confident that in any situation he would be more than strong enough to get out of it. So, why worry? He had a beautiful woman in front of him that was more than willing to be alone with him somewhere private. What could go wrong?

[Lyra;]

Before she moved one little bit she gave in to another kiss, this one the longest, deepest, and most passionate. She didn't want to break from it, but she had little choice. Besides, soon she would have much more then pety kisses. With a gentle mone she broke from him and grabbed his hand. With speed she dragged him out of the bar. She thought as she dragged him faster, her other side unable to resist his lust.

Once outside she turned and gave him another long, kiss, allowing her toung to explore his mouth. After another long while she pulled away again. She gave him a very sexy look then started to walk once more. She allowed her magic to travel ahead of her, making it land in an abandoned shed she passed on the way in. She allowed it to work, making the shed into a room to fit her high standards. When they reached she shed she was most pleased. The outside was painted in a dull red color, with a small white door. Looking back at Herrick she opened the door, revealing a small room. In the center against the wall was a big king sized bed, lined with candy apple red ans surrounded by a light red vial. The floor was a shiny wood and not to far from the bed on the other side of the room were two wire chares separated by a identical table. She smiled, happy with what she has done. Herrick love, I hope this is ok. she said, kiting her lip, barley unable to wait for more.

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